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— ephemeral —
(adj) lasting for a very short time
origin ; greek
"Adrianna," Phoenix chuckled lowly, nodding his head upwards. My eyes flickered in the direction of his gaze and a gasp left my lips along with a soft giggle.
Painted in bold red letters on the upper wall of the elevator was, "Let's Make History In This Elevator — Motley Crue"
My eyes cut to his and he wasted no time pinning me against the wall and attacking my neck. Instinctively, I threw my head back and I moaned as I raked my fingers through his hair continuously. I momentarily forgot where we were as my hands moved hurriedly to push his suit jacket off his right shoulder. Until the elevator dinged and halted. We pulled away in record time as the doors slid open and Phoenix grumbled under his breath.
"Here, take this," he held the handle of our duffel bag for me to take while he took the handles of his suitcase and mine, rolling them down the velvet carpeted hall as we searched for our room.
Room 210, "Here we are," I said quietly, too busy staring at the gold plated engraving on our room door.
"Phoenix," I moaned quietly, willing myself to at least make it through the wooden oak door before I let him continue his actions. But the brute was pretty damn adamant. He had me against the bloody door, pressing his hard erection against my jeans clad arse. He reached into my back pocket, pulling out the key we were given at check in and slipped it into my hand.
I was in too much of a haze to care if others were in the hall and I couldn't even focus properly to complete the simple task of opening, the, fucking, door! My insides were fucking trembling with need and I was losing my control and my grip rather quickly as seconds went by as he continued grinding against me.
"Adrianna, open the door," he smirked against my skin below my neck knowing fucking well I was practically incompetent under his influence.
It took me the bloody time of four, fucking, minutes to get the key in the slot and push down on the handle of the door, opening it.
I gasped, or shrieked, I'm not entirely sure, but some bloody inhumane sound escaped my lips as I took in the sight of the bloody presidential suite the cheeky sod standing behind me booked us.
"Jesus Christ," I hissed under my breath, stepping further in the room. I felt ice seep through my body, the heat leave with every step - Phoenix hadn't followed behind me. No doubt he was simply just watching me.
"This is another bloody 432 Park Avenue," I uttered under my breath, "This has to be a fucking dream."
"This is as real as it gets, étoile filante," he whispered behind me, but his voice sounded distant; I wasn't sure if it was because I was in a deep trance from the suite or he was genuinely distracted by something.
The duffel bag fell from my grasp as I wandered around. There was a panoramic oceanfront view all fucking around. Insane! Insane and a bloody fantasy is what this is.
A grand fucking piano was situated in the middle of one of the four unbelievably spacious terraces.
I felt as if my eyes were deceiving me and I'd wake from this dream any moment now. I found a theatre with a grand plasma screen, a dining room with hand freaking selected China.
Holy mother of-
Is that- No fucking way. My mind was racing, going a hundred miles a minutes.
The luxurious bathroom rendered me bloody speechless with it's floor to ceiling window and freestanding soaking tub overlooking the ocean. And there was a master shower with the bloody ocean view as well. Where in hell did Phoenix bring me because only exists in the billionaire books I read.
God, Allah, Jesus, someone bloody help me before I go into cardiac arrest. The gourmet kitchen was something of its own. The dressing of European wood cabinetry and granite counters were enough to give me a decorated interior-gasm. The wolf oven, subzero refrigerator, freaking Miele in-wall coffeemaker, I couldn't believe this is were we were staying. And the wine bar and mini cooler - fully stacked - God, this weekend was about to freshly define the word wild.
"Enough looking, étoile," Phoenix's voices sounded in my ear and I felt his strong arms come around my body. He kissed along the column of my neck and along my shoulder before picking me up in his arms. I quickly lost sight of any sense and all my surroundings as he carried me to our lavish bedroom with a lovely king size bed sitting in the middle.
"Let's christen it, yeah?" He spoke with his deliciously rich English accent and gently threw me in the middle of the crisp white sheets.
I certainly woke up from this, dream, but,
I woke up in the bed featured in my dream. My eyes flickered all around my surroundings and a shrill squeal left my mouth when I realised my dream was, in fact, not a dream, but my current reality.
The dream, was yesterday, in a flashback. My mind wasn't seeming to grasp a hold, or even comprehend that Phoenix and I were really staying in this grand suite. He said we'd be staying the entire weekend and head back home Monday night.
Today was Episode 2 of The Key West Scenes, Day Two — a short indie film with the star actors, yours truly and the sleeping brute lying next to me.
Cue the bloody eye-roll, I sat up on the bed, criss-crossing my legs and looking down at him, contemplating ways in my head to wake him up.
Do I want to throw a pillow, or push him off the bed? Decisions, decisions.
"Adrianna, I know exactly what you're thinking and don't you dare push me off this bed," he moaned under his breath, burying his face in his pillow. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in shock as to how the fuck he even knew. But since he shot down my second option, I guess we were going with the former.
"Morning!" I chirped obnoxiously loud, whacking him with a pillow, repeatedly.
"Adrianna," he growled, turning our bodies over under the sheets in a split second. He balanced his weight on his elbows on either side of my head and stared down at me with dark eyes and a mischievous smile. He looked like he wanted to bloody fuck me into the mesosphere.
"What was that," he chuckled, his eyebrows scrunching in disbelief. I said something?
"What was what?"
"I look like I want to bloody what?" A smirk played at his lips and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I realised I unconsciously voiced my thoughts.
"N-Nothing," I muttered, turning my head in the pillow while the cheeky sod had the audacity to laugh.
"Oh Adrianna," his fingertips grazed my cheek and my eyes flickered up to meet his, "We have a lovely night ahead of us," he whispered with a glint his irises. I sent him a sultry smile in return, but he rolled off of my body groaning, "I can't have you, not yet."
I pouted before lazily getting up and snatching his Artisan Brewery crewneck from the ground and slipping it on.
"Where are you going," he whined in a childish voice.
"I need a cup of tea," I smiled softly, "Coffee?" I offered and he nodded his head with his eyes still closed.
"Phoenix, do you want sugar in your coffee?" I called out ten minutes later after brewing tea and coffee for us. I was greeted with no answer. Bloody bastard.
"Phoenix," I called out again. I was met with the quiet, again.
"Phoenix!" I poked my head in the bedroom to find the brute fast asleep. Jesus Christ.
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"Oh my god," I said breathlessly, staring at the sight before me. Phoenix seemed to have had the entire night planned and I instinctively trusted him without a doubt.
His said plan was that we'd meet in heart of Key West instead of going together. He said tonight would be full of surprises and I wasn't expecting anything less. Then again, I wasn't sure what I should be expecting at all.
Phoenix knew, very well what he was doing tonight, I could tell. He was the sort to think everything out to every essence and he'd make sure tonight was nothing short of perfect.
The sight in front of me really was breathtaking, the emerald green dress was absolutely wondrous and I envied Phoenix for his brilliant taste. It was strapless satin gown with a side slit and an all too dramatic V shaped neckline. My fingers lightly ran over the dress and the padded bust and boning was all I needed to know I didn't need a bra. I wouldn't need any panties too while we're at it, a voice retorted sarcastically in my head.
A small white envelope lay on the dress and picking it up, it read in fancy cursive,
Étoile Filante,
you've probably just gotten out of the shower as you're reading this. i hope you love the dress and everything else i've picked out for you tonight. i want you to meet me at 202 duval street at seven o' clock. i can't wait to see you, my beautiful angel. i love you and miss you tonnes baby.
—your brooding bastard <3
A cheeky smile was imprinted on my face as I spent the next hour getting ready - slipping on the ethereal dress, painting my face with a mineral powder, an unbelievably shimmering white highlighter, shimmering pigmented black eye shadow that blended into black, purple, and blue tones when I rubbed it in, and my signature blood red matte lipstick.
It was 6:50 and the walk was just about five minutes. I stood at the full length mirror by the suite door, Kate Spade crossbody hanging off my shoulder, and admired myself. I wasn't entirely sure how I managed to create the sexy and sultry look, but I did and I certainly wasn't complaining. With a strikingly bold and confident smile, I slipped on the ballet pointed front heels I was surely killing Phoenix for later. The bloody death contraptions were five, fucking, inches!
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My head turned every bloody direction as I strutted down the infamous Duval Street. Though I was the one turning heads in my direction, my attention was solely focused on the sights of this busy street. I wasn't exactly well acquainted with Duval Street, or Key West; my family stayed at the more quieter and calmer quarters and we'd only ever hit the beaches. I was practically awestruck at the insanely wild nightlife as I passed by.
The street was eccentrically and vibrantly lit up and it was buzzing with life, of the locals and tourists alike. The vibes given off were just perfect, everything my eyes caught sight of just kept the Cheshire smile on my face - the couples and gay couples, the groups of friends walking hand in hand, those walking with surfboards tucked under their arm, and those just walking down the street in their swimsuits and trunks.
The various night clubs, bars, and restaurants each had their own stories to tell; they all looked so vivacious with their lights, roaring music, and live music. The bustling strip was tugging at my heartstrings, finding a special place in my heart to stay because there was truly nothing better than seeing the glimmer in everyone's eyes with their bright smiles as they drunk in the culture of Southern Florida.
"That dress, is absolutely stunning on you," a girl screeched, halting her steps and standing before me in the middle of the busy street. My cheeks heated up at her bluntness and I found myself speechless.
"Th-Thank you," I smiled shyly. She openly raked her eyes over my body, admiring the dress, I suppose and my blush deepened. I diverted my eyes to the boy she had her arm latched onto, he sent a small smile way, mouthing 'sorry' and I shook my head with a slight chuckle, 'don't worry.'
I observed them silently, they seemed to be about my age. The girl was dressed in a champagne maxi skirt with a white bralette and a flower crown sat atop her midnight black hair; the boy was taller than both her and I, but shorter than Phoenix. He looked fit with a broad frame, but his face told the story of a Hollister model - short wavy chocolate brown hair, translucent blue eyes, and soft features.
"I daren't lie, especially not tonight," I had a sharp intake of breath hearing that all too familiar deep and desirous voice as a pair of arms encircled my waist too lightly for my liking. I hadn't even realised I was at the address he wanted to meet at. The girl's jaw dropped and the intimidation the boy felt was evident as he pulled her closer to his side. Jesus Christ, if that was her reaction, then what the hell is mine going to be?
"Have a lovely night you two," Phoenix said, pulling me out of my thoughts as he whisked me away in his arms.
As we walked, he kept an arm wrapped around my waist as he came around to my side and we fell in step with each other.
"Bloody hell, Adrianna, you look..." He breathed out, sounding at a loss for words. My eyes flickered to his body and I swear to bloody God if it weren't for his steadying hands rushing to my waist, I would've fell and broken my face with my stumbling. Why was he at a loss for words? Has he not seen himself? He looked like the dream, edible even; he cleaned up nicely, looking like a diffident version of himself - he'd certainly have any girl on her knees, begging for him with just one look in their direction.
For me, he was the crème de la crème.
"Ph-Phoenix," I sputtered, pointing a finger at him with wide eyes. I was losing it. Or dreaming. Certainly not the latter. Then again, I'm always dreaming.
"Adrianna," he smiled boyishly at me, keeping his hands firmly on either side of my waist. My eyes hungrily raked up and down his body and I felt the stir of arousal in my stomach down to my core. He was decked out in a wine dress shirt and shiny satin like dress pants along with a matching suit jacket and glossy oxford shoes. Fuck me, papi.
"Étoile filante, don't look at me like that, we haven't even had dinner yet," he said in a teasing tone, but the dark look said he was anything but.
Shaking my head softly, I said, "Phoenix, you, you look striking, handsome, breathtaking, God I am so lucky," I uttered the last part, looking into his eyes.
"Adrianna," he chuckled, stubbornly shaking his head. His eyes darkened in appreciation as he raked them over my body over and over again. "Baby, you have it all wrong. I'm the lucky one," his fingers lightly grazed my right cheek, "God, Adrianna, you're so bloody heavenly, surely you must be an angel," his brows crinkled as his eyes shined with love and adoration. God, I love this man. His thumb traced my bottom lip and his eyes were fixated on my lips rather than my eyes.
His lips were on mine before I could even think, claiming them in a sweet and cloud nine kiss. Time seemed to freeze around us, we were in our own dimension as everyone else blurred past us in their own little worlds.
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"What are you doing to me, woman?" Phoenix gripped my waist in a bruising manner. An involuntary moan left my mouth, but was drowned out by the buzzing life of the strip. I had stopped suddenly, taking in the sight of an art gallery. Looking through the window, the gallery was dimly illuminated and I couldn't help but smile. But the smile left as soon as it came as I felt his hands on my waist. He had halted to a stop as well and took it upon himself to pull me flush against his body. I felt his hard erection against my arse, bloody hell.
"Adrianna," he growled in my ear, biting softly on my earlobe, "Baby, you're not wearing any bloody panties are you," he pressed himself closer, if that was even possible. Unable to form any words, I nodded my head.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, "I really set myself for this tonight," he continued his sweet assault, kissing down my neck as I continued to stare through the window in a daze.
"Fuck," he cursed explicitly in my ear, groaning right after as his fingers skimmed my satin clothed waist. Bloody brute really had to check for himself a second time, eh.
"I need to make it past dinner, just dinner," he muttered, pulling away from me and taking my hand in his once again as I giggled.
We spent the next few hours drinking in the sights of the island's famous and wild strip. The nightlife was utterly insane and I realised, Key West was a treasure paradise, locked away in its own corner. And those who were wanderlust driven would only see the true beauty of such place.
Phoenix surprised me with a candlelit dinner on the beach, in the bloody sand, and it was certainly something I thought only existed in dreams. But once again, Phoenix had proven me terribly wrong.
It was 0130 in the bloody morning and we found ourselves walking hand in hand through the island that evidently never slept. But it was also clear that Phoenix was rather uncomfortable as we explored the quarter. He gained the bloody knowledge that I had on no bra during dinner and ever since, he'd been on the edge. A smug smirk rested on my face as he led the way, uncomfortableness written clearly on his face.
I wasn't entirely surprised - I wasn't surprised in the slightest actually - when his steps halted in front of a sleek white Audi R8, his Audi R8. I looked at him standing next to me with an arched eyebrow and he opened my door for me. He threw the bags in the back seat before standing back up at his full height and staring at me.
"Adrianna," he whined. He pouted, his bottom lip jutting out as he stared wordlessly at me.
"Phoenix," I said, smiling cheekily.
He took a step towards me, a dark look in his eyes and I took a step back. Fuck, I swore in my mind when I backed into the car. He took one more stride and he had me caged between the Audi and his body.
I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away but when he closed his eyes and a groan left his mouth, "I know you want to run your hands down my naked chest," his hand went around my waist and slid down to my arse.
"Phoenix," his name left my mouth in a breathy moan against my better judgement. I felt bloody dizzy, my head was clouded over with too much desire.
Groping my arse, he lowered his head to my ear, "Soon, baby.
"Now get in the bloody car, princess," he gave my arse light squeeze before pulling away from me altogether and giving me a lopsided smile. My cheeks burned and I felt the desire stir inside my being as I dipped my head low and got in the passenger seat. He closed my door and got in his side with his signature smirk resting on his handsome face.
The drive back to the hotel was filled entirely with sexual tension and I wanted to scream. Phoenix kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my exposed thigh, trailing his fingertips lightly up and down. I was a bloody mess of hormones, sexually frustrated, and I wanted to slap the bloke sitting next to me. His fingers either trailed too closely to my downtown Sephora where I was desperately seeking attention or his large, calloused hand grasped my thigh - tight enough to send shocks of desire, lust, and arousal through my body. Bloody fucking brute.
"We're here," he said in a dark voice, turning slightly to look at me with equally dark eyes. In that moment, he looked stellar, incomparable to any other. And I just couldn't help but admire him, looking idyllic with the moonlight illuminating his contours and chiseled jaw.
"I know," I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation, my eyes flickering up to meet his through my lashes.
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continued in the next chapter ;)