"It was the wrong kind of boredom."
I did not want to do this, but the lights were on, and Xavier had returned. He had something of mine I wanted. Worse, I needed it for tomorrow.It was late and the last chapter of a less-than-impressive day. I...
"Guess what she got for Christmas?"
How do you descend stairs gracefully like this? It’s not the wibbly-wobbly stilettos or fully-fashioned stockings rustling with each step. It’s not the figure-hugging dress as my veil of respectability. No, it’s my delicious lovers warping my mind and body.Vanessa...
"Eloise wanted to be a swinger for a night. So did Jamie, but he couldn't."
This was treachery. Eloise scared me, innocent in demeanour, demonic in deeds. Seduced by her subtlety, tempted by a trail of sensual breadcrumbs, I was easy prey.Tonight was the night.In my bathroom, the careful drag of the razor blade gave...
"My boyfriend was a total letdown, then he fucked my best friend."
Denial is not a river in Egypt. That was impossible; it was right before my eyes.I laughed when I saw it, Evie Larron and my boyfriend fucking. There was no horrific chill soaking into my bones. With his wiry body...
"Possessed by a possession"
Aveline, there are so many contradictions – an enigma would cry in despair. You are twenty-one, yet carry a sophistication beyond your years. Painted with precision, you found your Parisian Red so early into womanhood, and you dare to wear...
"This happened..."
Of course, I should not have done it, dear, but I heard her talking to her friend in the bathroom. You know she did not want to be here, dragged to a dinner party by her parents. I do not...
"Just one more, Iona..."
I compartmentalised friends as ‘normal’ and ‘not normal’. Mila was undoubtedly ‘not normal’, bitch or lover, take your pick. How we met was unexpected. Missing my train, I cursed the appalling weather and retreated to the station café. Working as...
"Sometimes, you just cannot tell..."
Tuesday, the heat was close, like an unwanted embrace. Staring at the faded magnolia walls, I wanted to remove more than my single-ply knitted cardigan. I chose it for modesty, and that raised a rueful smile. Fanning myself with paperwork,...
"Would history repeat itself?"
“You are looking after table eight. Yes?”It was not a request and the gap between his eyebrows furrowed. Jack glanced at her, the mystery woman from last week… that woman.. and back again, alone. We worked together for two months,...
"She liked to watch us..."
Yes, I know the venetian blinds are open, and we have our bedroom light on. We have no curtains; they are gone. The grey-slated sky is so dark at eight o’clock and illuminates our naked bodies. But you like to...