Post by Felicia Soler on Oct 19, 2014 20:35:24 GMT -5
So I'll love whatever you become
And forget that reckless thing we 've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
And forget that reckless thing we 've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
Manalapan, Florida
1500 Ocean Drive[/ur]
1500 Ocean Drive[/ur]
“God, this is so unfair!” She hadn't sounded that much like a child in years. Much to her disbelief, her mother had shown up uninvited at their doorstep during a rather intense argument, and had ordered the two of them out of the house. There was a large black Cadillac waiting for them. In the chaos that had ensued earlier in the evening, her mother had quite literally packed both of their bags with the admonition that they had better sort out their issues within the next two weeks.
“You're taking an extended leave of absence to get your shit together. And you as well,” she informed Helena. “The two of you obviously need to spend some alone time together to figure out how to be grown ass adults. Jet's already at the airfield waiting.” She'd chartered a flight for the couple to stay at her estate on Florida's coast, and hoped that the change in weather and scenery would do them some good.
Felicia had left her with a few memorable curses in various languages as well as some very distinct hand gestures she would have found offensive coming from someone else. Nevertheless, Khalidah remained on the front porch, watching as the angry couple were shown into the backseat by the chaffeur. She'd confiscated both of their cellphones and their electronics; they could use the phones and the laptops at the estate if they needed to.
“God, fuck my mother. Fucking honestly.” She punched the bulletproof barrier separating the front seat from the back and continued punching it until her knuckles were bruised and bloody. Only then did she notice the quiet woman sitting across from her. “And fuck you too. God. Why are you so damn jealous all the time? It's just sex! It's not like I'm gonna fuck someone and be like, 'Oh, by the way, wife and children whom I dearly love, I'm running off with what's his or her name now.'” Hadn't they already worked through this shit?
She threw herself back in her seat and watched as her knuckles healed, remaining silent for the rest of the ride to the airfield not too far from their property. Once they reached the hangar and the door was opened, she flew out of it in a rush and glared spitefully at the plane. She stomped up the stairs and into the cabin, ignoring the well wishes and greetings from the crew. Felicia sat down in one of the private jet's handful of seats and strapped herself in. After Helena had made her way onto the flight, their bags were stowed and they were on their way.
All the rage that she'd been feeling was exhausting. Although she didn't want to, her body was rebelling against her and forcing her to sleep. The next time she awoke, it was to one of the flight attendant's gently shaking her awake. She came to with a start and took several moments to get her bearings. The plane had stopped moving, and Helena was no longer in the seat in front of her. Unlocking her seatbelt, she ran a hand through her hair and stood up. “Where—”
“Your wife is in the car waiting.” The attendant escorted her out of the plane and opened the passenger's side door for her. Felicia sighed and stepped into the car, albeit very begrudgingly. They said nothing to each other for the ride to the opulent seaside mansion. Felicia inhaled the fresh air deep into her lungs and tasted the salt on her tongue.
Roughly ten minutes later, they arrived at the estate, which remained fully staffed during the year. They were greeted at the car by two butlers who took their luggage and graciously led them into the marble-lined foyer to the elevators which would take them to the appropriate floor. It had been several years since Felicia had been to this particular property and would take her a little while to remember its exact layout.
“I've taken the time to set up the outdoor spa for you and your wife.” He gestured towards the balcony they could see through the penthouse's glass walls. The allowed a lot of light into the space, but left something to be desired in terms of privacy. She followed the butler through the maze of wide hallways to the large floor to ceiling sliding glass doors which gave entry to the extensive patio. In the distance, she could hear the bubbling of the jacuzzi and could nearly feel the warmth of it on her skin. By the time they were walking up the half-dozen stairs into the outdoor spa, she'd already worked her way out of her pants and tossed them onto one of the beds. “Thank you, Evan. That will be all.”
There was an open bottle of red wine breathing at the edge of the jacuzzi flanked by two wine glasses. Stripping out of the rest of her clothes, she stepped into the warm water and moaned, temporarily forgetting why she'd been so angry to begin with. “We can't stay mad at each other forever. Forever is a very long time.”
“You're taking an extended leave of absence to get your shit together. And you as well,” she informed Helena. “The two of you obviously need to spend some alone time together to figure out how to be grown ass adults. Jet's already at the airfield waiting.” She'd chartered a flight for the couple to stay at her estate on Florida's coast, and hoped that the change in weather and scenery would do them some good.
Felicia had left her with a few memorable curses in various languages as well as some very distinct hand gestures she would have found offensive coming from someone else. Nevertheless, Khalidah remained on the front porch, watching as the angry couple were shown into the backseat by the chaffeur. She'd confiscated both of their cellphones and their electronics; they could use the phones and the laptops at the estate if they needed to.
“God, fuck my mother. Fucking honestly.” She punched the bulletproof barrier separating the front seat from the back and continued punching it until her knuckles were bruised and bloody. Only then did she notice the quiet woman sitting across from her. “And fuck you too. God. Why are you so damn jealous all the time? It's just sex! It's not like I'm gonna fuck someone and be like, 'Oh, by the way, wife and children whom I dearly love, I'm running off with what's his or her name now.'” Hadn't they already worked through this shit?
She threw herself back in her seat and watched as her knuckles healed, remaining silent for the rest of the ride to the airfield not too far from their property. Once they reached the hangar and the door was opened, she flew out of it in a rush and glared spitefully at the plane. She stomped up the stairs and into the cabin, ignoring the well wishes and greetings from the crew. Felicia sat down in one of the private jet's handful of seats and strapped herself in. After Helena had made her way onto the flight, their bags were stowed and they were on their way.
All the rage that she'd been feeling was exhausting. Although she didn't want to, her body was rebelling against her and forcing her to sleep. The next time she awoke, it was to one of the flight attendant's gently shaking her awake. She came to with a start and took several moments to get her bearings. The plane had stopped moving, and Helena was no longer in the seat in front of her. Unlocking her seatbelt, she ran a hand through her hair and stood up. “Where—”
“Your wife is in the car waiting.” The attendant escorted her out of the plane and opened the passenger's side door for her. Felicia sighed and stepped into the car, albeit very begrudgingly. They said nothing to each other for the ride to the opulent seaside mansion. Felicia inhaled the fresh air deep into her lungs and tasted the salt on her tongue.
Roughly ten minutes later, they arrived at the estate, which remained fully staffed during the year. They were greeted at the car by two butlers who took their luggage and graciously led them into the marble-lined foyer to the elevators which would take them to the appropriate floor. It had been several years since Felicia had been to this particular property and would take her a little while to remember its exact layout.
“I've taken the time to set up the outdoor spa for you and your wife.” He gestured towards the balcony they could see through the penthouse's glass walls. The allowed a lot of light into the space, but left something to be desired in terms of privacy. She followed the butler through the maze of wide hallways to the large floor to ceiling sliding glass doors which gave entry to the extensive patio. In the distance, she could hear the bubbling of the jacuzzi and could nearly feel the warmth of it on her skin. By the time they were walking up the half-dozen stairs into the outdoor spa, she'd already worked her way out of her pants and tossed them onto one of the beds. “Thank you, Evan. That will be all.”
There was an open bottle of red wine breathing at the edge of the jacuzzi flanked by two wine glasses. Stripping out of the rest of her clothes, she stepped into the warm water and moaned, temporarily forgetting why she'd been so angry to begin with. “We can't stay mad at each other forever. Forever is a very long time.”
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ф ф Word count: 975
ф ф Mood: Zzz.
ф ф Outfit: Naked now.
ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Falling Away With You, Muse
ф ф Illustrations: Included in post.
ф ф Comment / Informational links: Also included in post.
ф ф Word count: 975
ф ф Mood: Zzz.
ф ф Outfit: Naked now.
ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Falling Away With You, Muse
ф ф Illustrations: Included in post.
ф ф Comment / Informational links: Also included in post.