Chapter 9- Lucien
The black charcoal slid over the paper under the light of a nearby lamp. The lines were all over the place and up close it didn't look like much was taking place. You couldn't tell where one line began or where the other started. Then suddenly it was starting to take shape and those eyes of hers began to form. Her cute little mouth was starting to form as well. I wondered if Simone realized that she made a very good model. Botticelli would have enjoyed painting her.
A sound suddenly shifted through the room and she stirred to life. It was after three a.m. and I had placed Simone in my bed. She had had her fun at Frost. I had only found her after what seemed to be like hours of her not returning my texts or my calls.
She sat up suddenly, her hair was all across her head. "I haven't drank like that in years. My head is pounding."
Smirking, I continued to draw. A terrible headache was the least of her worries. Her hands went to her head as if to keep her skull from coming apart. Finally, I indicated that I had put Tylenol and water on the nightstand beside her.
She popped the red cap from the bottle and dropped four white tablets into her hand. With quick movements she swallowed the pills with the assistance of water before falling back.
"How did you find me?" she asked.
My hands ceased the sketching they'd been doing. I took in the lines. I wasn't that good. My father had been a better artist but all of those drawings that I could remember had been abandoned in Russia. They were ashes now.
"Don't worry about it," my voice came out.
Her head tilted and she gave me the most annoyed look I've ever seen a woman give me. To be honest, I had never cared if I annoyed a woman at all. It gave me great pleasure to know that I had the effect on Simone.
Placing the drawing to the side and out of her view, I stood. Her face became aware that she wasn't in the room that I'd given her. She looked down at the large t-shirt I'd placed on her and tried to find her pants.
"They're on the back of the chair," I said, still standing.
"Did you carry me to your bed? Is this your bedroom?"
"What gave that away?"
She rolled her eyes. "Didn't get a chance to get in here the other night."
In the soft light of the lamp, her skin looked a little flush. My hand instantly shot out to touch her forehead. At first, she slapped my hand to keep me from touching her.
"Relax, Little Angel," I murmured. "Just checking your temperature."
"Who knows with you," she rolled her eyes again. "But I do feel kind of weird."
As she spoke, the white of her eyes became apparent. Before I could step back, vomit went everywhere. What looked like carrots and beans had launched themselves all over me and my silk sheets. Trying to keep myself from retching when the scent hit my nose, I stepped back, disgusted.
"I'm so sorry!" Simone exclaimed.
Spittle was dripping from her face and her skin seemed to have gone from an ashen color to red within seconds. I simply pointed in the direction of my bathroom and she scooted from the chaos she'd caused. With all the composure I could muster, I stripped the bed of the sheets and pushed them into a ball before setting them outside of my bedroom doors.
She will pay,I thought.
The hot water had already fogged up the bathroom as rain poured out of the shower head. The shower itself had no doors, it was simply stone and a shower head. Simone's bare body caught me off guard and I took in that more tattoos were decorating the left side starting at her hips. My eyes wandered to her belly button then dared to dip lower where I found that she kept a landing strip. When I'd fucked her from behind the other night, I hadn't paid much attention to her but now I could see what she liked to keep hidden.
When I stepped in, a gasp escaped from her mouth but I didn't care. Pushing her up against the stone wall, my hand surrounded her throat with no pressure.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"You disobeyed me," I said simply.
She rolled her eyes again and I found myself becoming upset. "Fuck you."
Immediately, my hand went to her nipples. They had become hard as diamond, they were a dark raspberry color. My fingers rolled them and she hissed. "Careful what you ask for."
"Or what...you'll take me again," she looked up into my eyes.
I let go of her and my hand hit the tile wall beside her head. She frowned but didn't flinch. That hadn't been my proudest moment and being reminded of it, startled me. I couldn't make an excuse for it either. Simone rolled her eyes again before starting to soap up her body. Following her lead, I began to soap my own flesh. The white suds began to slide down my body and into the waiting drain.
