He crawls up my body and places his hands on both sides of my head. “I’m all fucking wrong for you,” he rasps in my ear.
The smooth, hard tip of his shaft pushes against my soaked slit, seeking entry.
I turn my head so my lips are against his ear. I tell him the only truth I feel right at this moment: “I don’t care.”
He rears back and thrusts his strong hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside of me.
As he moves his large body over me, I open my eyes and tilt my head back to look up at the paintings on the wall. As my eyes come back to the tortured man moving inside of me, I notice that he, too, has his eyes on the woman above us, and I can’t help but think he is right.
Phillipe, Chantel, and I—we are three.
Fourteen
ACQUIESCE
Day 12
ACQUIESCE ~
IT WAS a beautiful day today. We spent all morning down in the arbor.
Phillipe had asked me to come outside with him for a while, and he requested that I bring Diva with me.
“It’s the perfect time to pose for me. Penny won’t be back today, so she won’t be shocked.”
“Shocked?” I asked with a small laugh.
“Yes, shocked.”
I felt him shift his weight as he leaned down over me where I was still lying in bed.
“Now, why would she be shocked if we’re outside in the arbor?”
He pressed his lips to mine, and I giggled as his hair fell forward, tickling my face.
“Because you won’t be wearing anything but the sun.”
“I won’t?”
His smile curved against my mouth. “No, you won’t, unless it’s me.”
As he moved away, I sat up, chasing his movement across the bed.
His hand touched my cheek as he said, “Come with me, Chantel. Let’s go outside in the sun.”
The following morning, after reading through one of the entries, I close the journal and get up, making my way to the bathroom. Looking myself over in the mirror, I realize that I’m having trouble recognizing the face that is staring back at me.
Before I arrived here in France, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I knew where I was going and exactly how I was planning to get there, and a few weeks ago, Phillipe Tibideau was just another part of that progression toward my dream.
Now, the longer I stay here surrounded by memories ofherand moments with him, I feel myself changing. Everything I thought I knew suddenly seems so unclear.
Originally, I came here intending to uncover Phillipe’s secrets. Now that I’m here, my feelings are changing, and I’m discovering that I’m not so eager to share.
Shaking my head, I reach up, running my hands through my hair. I hold it in a ponytail and turn my head, glancing at my profile. I’m smiling, trying to see what he sees when my face pulls a certain way, when out of the corner of my eye, I swear that I see movement. I turn but find nothing.
My heart is racing, and as I stand frozen in the small, tiled room, I feel as thoughsheis here. Ever since last night in the showroom, I’ve felt her more intensely than ever before. I look to the space where I thought I saw something. Even though I know how ridiculous the notion is, I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of me.
He carried me down the stairs and led us outside into the warmth of the sun. We laughed the whole way, and he kissed my nose as I rested my head against his shoulder.
