The Fowler residence was vibrant with her children’s presence over the weekend, but she returned to the villa in solitude. The greetings of the household staff failed to penetrate her reverie. She sequestered herself within the study.
There, the playback of the video became a relentless cycle on her laptop.
She watched Leonel's embrace with another, a haunting repetition.
She immersed herself in the imagery until a wave of revulsion overwhelmed her, and she succumbed to nausea.
Leonel exited the Fowlers’ residence marked by the evidence of a confrontation-red imprints stained his face, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of his mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDespite the damage, Waylen's frustration lingered, feeling his reprimand had not been harsh enough.
As evening's shadows gathered, Leonel's phone buzzed incessantly with Anika's calls.
Glancing at the insistent caller ID, he dismissed the call, only for it to ring again.
With a flick, he silenced it entirely and sought solace in the smoky tendrils of his cigarette, contemplating the sky.
He arrived back at the villa under the cloak of eight o'clock. The servant's greeting was a hushed
whisper. “Mrs. Douglas has returned. She's confined herself to the study, visibly agitated. Mr. Douglas, she might need you” With a ghostly pallor under the study's crystal light, Leonel ascended the stairs. At the study's threshold, he knocked tenderly.
“Alexis?” Silence was his only answer, prompting him to enter.
The study was shrouded in darkness, saturated with the tang of spirits.
There, Alexis was ensconced on the floor, her laptop casting an eerie glow, while discarded photographs lay around her like fallen leaves.
The laptop screen played a looping embrace, the audible intimacy echoing in the quiet room.
A shiver ran through Leonel at the sight, his voice a low echo.
“Alexis” She halted, the motion of the world seeming to pause before her eyes lifted to meet his.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlexis’ eyes were even darker and more hollow then the pitch black night.
She stood there, simply staring at Leonel. After a while, she returned her attention to her laptop. But still, she couldn't get the scenes of intimacy between Anika and Leonel out of her mind. Those scenes replayed in her mind alongside the same video of the man that was now standing in front of her.
If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been able to
believe that Leonel could be so passionate with another woman.
In fact, his eyes were burning with desire as he ki*sed the woman deeply and affectionately.
It would be very difficult for Alexis to forget those images.
For now, they had become engraved in her mind almost permanently.