Boxed Set: A Possessive Billionaire - Vol. 1-3: His, Body and Soul by Olivia Dean Page A
Authors: Olivia Dean
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together. Basically, she felt she had to help our relationship along a little, but…”it’s not a sure thing”. She’s early, she seems restless. She starts before I can even take off my coat.
“They met at the university. I mean, he met her at school. Alice, that’s her name, was supposedly studying literature. But really, nobody knows exactly what she was doing there. We’d always see her walking around the campus, alone, or scribbling in her notebooks, sitting on a bench. She wrote poetry. I never read anything she wrote but I got the impression that it was mostly about death…basically, Charles immediately fell madly in love. The type of passion you can’t explain, especially since it wasn’t mutual. He spent about a year trying to talk to her, but she never responded. The next year, I think that he was able to convince her to go out for coffee. Then she disappeared for six months. He was crushed. They said that she had attempted suicide and that her parents had put her in a treatment center. And then she came back to roam the school halls again and continue scribbling in her notebooks…She was a little bit more open then, and that’s when they started going out together. Not really ‘going out’…they spent most of their time at home. Sometimes he managed to bring her along to one of our parties, but I think she looked down on us. But I don’t really know. What I do know is that she didn’t like hanging around us and that when she was forced to she would drink more than she could handle. She’d drink until she got sick.
And then one day he announced that he was going to marry her, that it was the only way to keep her close to him, that her parents were crazy, that they still wanted to put her in the hospital. We let him do what he wanted to do, what could we say? And life went on. We barely saw the Delmonte’s, they avoided hanging around us. Right until Alice met François. François du Tetre, yes. When he was around, she’d immediately transform, become happier, pretending to be more interested in everything. Charles didn’t stop her, he thought it did her good, that she was learning to ‘be social’. However, and we only found this out later, François had introduced her to the pleasures of drugs and she quickly became an addict. In the beginning, it was just a little joint here and there, nothing all that bad. But they encouraged each other in chasing after new sensations and one day François decided it was time for them to go further faster. They started snorting coke and then, one evening, they decided to get into heroin. François was a novice then. He didn’t know anything about doses. She ended up having an awful overdose in a bar bathroom, not far from my gallery. Luckily the ambulance got there in time and they were able to save her. ‘Luckily’, today I don’t know if that’s really the right word. Because she never ‘came down’, as they say. She’s been a complete zombie ever since she regained consciousness. It’s been almost four years know. Charles had to put her in the institution, he couldn’t take care of her all the time. Sometimes she talks in her sleep, or she moves, and then the staff notify Charles, who rushes right over there…but the doctors are convinced, she’s never really going to fully recover, though it’s not like she ever was all there in the first place…the relationship he has with her is rather unhealthy. He’s legally responsible for her and feels guilty, but he doesn’t love her anymore. Really, it’s complicated…”
“You don’t seem to like her very much…”
“No, you’re right, I’ve never had a high opinion of her. Of course, I felt bad, I was horrified about what happened to her but I can’t get over how much she’s ruined my friend’s life. Sometimes I think she did it on purpose…”
This confession leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. So that’s it, the famous ‘secret wound’ my lover’s been hiding! It
“They met at the university. I mean, he met her at school. Alice, that’s her name, was supposedly studying literature. But really, nobody knows exactly what she was doing there. We’d always see her walking around the campus, alone, or scribbling in her notebooks, sitting on a bench. She wrote poetry. I never read anything she wrote but I got the impression that it was mostly about death…basically, Charles immediately fell madly in love. The type of passion you can’t explain, especially since it wasn’t mutual. He spent about a year trying to talk to her, but she never responded. The next year, I think that he was able to convince her to go out for coffee. Then she disappeared for six months. He was crushed. They said that she had attempted suicide and that her parents had put her in a treatment center. And then she came back to roam the school halls again and continue scribbling in her notebooks…She was a little bit more open then, and that’s when they started going out together. Not really ‘going out’…they spent most of their time at home. Sometimes he managed to bring her along to one of our parties, but I think she looked down on us. But I don’t really know. What I do know is that she didn’t like hanging around us and that when she was forced to she would drink more than she could handle. She’d drink until she got sick.
And then one day he announced that he was going to marry her, that it was the only way to keep her close to him, that her parents were crazy, that they still wanted to put her in the hospital. We let him do what he wanted to do, what could we say? And life went on. We barely saw the Delmonte’s, they avoided hanging around us. Right until Alice met François. François du Tetre, yes. When he was around, she’d immediately transform, become happier, pretending to be more interested in everything. Charles didn’t stop her, he thought it did her good, that she was learning to ‘be social’. However, and we only found this out later, François had introduced her to the pleasures of drugs and she quickly became an addict. In the beginning, it was just a little joint here and there, nothing all that bad. But they encouraged each other in chasing after new sensations and one day François decided it was time for them to go further faster. They started snorting coke and then, one evening, they decided to get into heroin. François was a novice then. He didn’t know anything about doses. She ended up having an awful overdose in a bar bathroom, not far from my gallery. Luckily the ambulance got there in time and they were able to save her. ‘Luckily’, today I don’t know if that’s really the right word. Because she never ‘came down’, as they say. She’s been a complete zombie ever since she regained consciousness. It’s been almost four years know. Charles had to put her in the institution, he couldn’t take care of her all the time. Sometimes she talks in her sleep, or she moves, and then the staff notify Charles, who rushes right over there…but the doctors are convinced, she’s never really going to fully recover, though it’s not like she ever was all there in the first place…the relationship he has with her is rather unhealthy. He’s legally responsible for her and feels guilty, but he doesn’t love her anymore. Really, it’s complicated…”
“You don’t seem to like her very much…”
“No, you’re right, I’ve never had a high opinion of her. Of course, I felt bad, I was horrified about what happened to her but I can’t get over how much she’s ruined my friend’s life. Sometimes I think she did it on purpose…”
This confession leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. So that’s it, the famous ‘secret wound’ my lover’s been hiding! It
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