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Welcome back, I miss this place when I’m away on business too. I mean London has a certain charm which no other place has. It’s a law on to itself
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The strange part is I missed it like home.. London isn't my home but it seems to have adopted me as one of it's own.
And you look refreshed and happy. How was New York?
It was great. I just missed London, is all. And all the people in it, surprisingly enough.
New York sounds dull.
It wasn't too bad, but I missed your smile.
Trust filming to take me away to New York for two weeks. I've had a brilliant time, but boy have I missed this place.
Having trouble keeping the bottle down?
Three bottles.
Perfumes and Books | Fable & Gabriel
Fable returned his smile with her own. She set her phone down and laughed a little. “Oh no,” Fable said, checking on her watch. “You couldn’t have come at a better time. I honestly think your timing is perfect.” She couldn’t lie and say that she was not excited about his visit. Her library was a mess and she could also use a little company. Gabriel is an expert in books and he seemed fun.
"Thank you," she said. "Sometimes I wish I lived in a smaller place. This house is too big for a woman who is living alone. I get lonely at times." she shrugged and smiled at him. "I actually designed everything myself. Let me show you around and then we can get to work."
The brunette took her guest around the place, to the swimming pool downstairs, the salon, the kitchen, dining room and ended up at her private office. “Have you had anything to eat yet? I’m going to order lunch, what would you like?”
The house reminded him of a place he had once visited when first being assigned to Handcuffs. The hall had been much larger than the one in Fable's house, leather seats at either side of him. He'd been walked into a large room, the decor resembling that of a 1920's mafia film. That was where he had been told what his life was going to become. Fable's home did not hold the same atmosphere, thankfully. It was warmer, lacking the looming chill of bad news.
Gabriel smiled at Fable, "Thank you. Though I cannot say that I was late on purpose. " He chuckled lightly as he watched her get to her feet. His mine pondered the reasoning behind his good timing. Had he interrupted something? He was probably overthinking things as he tended too, making a mountain out of a mole hill.
"You designed everything?" He asked, evidently impressed. He took to admiring each line of design that surrounded him. Everything had an element of personalisation, not quite conforming to standards set by typical mansions. "I'd love to see around. Design and structure is so interesting. Archeticiture is another of my interests. I could never design anything by myself, but I know how to appreciate somebody else's work."
Gabriel was in awe of everything, the grin never leaving his lips. He couldn't wait to see the library. He couldn't wait to organize the books for her. He didn't know exactly when, but at some point in the tour, he began to listen to the way she spoke~ disregarding the words that she used. He liked the gentle hum, the careful whisper and pronunciation of words. It was nice. He almost didn't realise that she had asked a question when they arrived at her private office. "Hm? Oh, food. Um.. Can I have a smoothie? I don't tend to eat dinner. I'm usually working." He gave her a gentle smile.
Perfumes and Books | Fable & Gabriel
Fable turned the TV in the kitchen and watched SkyNews. Another brief news about her father who fled the country a few years ago to avoid the causes of what he did in the past. Something involving tax and money laundering. Fable wished that all the accusations were false, but they weren’t. Dino did leave the country to avoid all those stuff he was afraid of. But he came back and was probably lounging by his pool by now.
Fable turned the TV in the kitchen and watched SkyNews. Another brief news about her father who fled the country a few years ago to avoid the causes of what he did in the past. Something involving tax and money laundering. Fable wished that all the accusations were false, but they weren’t. Dino did leave the country to avoid all those stuff he was afraid of. But he came back and was probably swimming in his pool right now. They ended the Dino updates and Fable had to sigh in relief. She loves Dino despite everything that he’d done to her, he’s her father, the first man she’d love. He’s the only family she’s got and vice versa. Fable will do just about everything to keep him on his feet. Those news knew nothing about Dino, and they’d no right to talk about him the way they did.
Then there was another news. Someone died and his name was very familiar to fable. Arnold Grant died young—at 65—heart attack, it seemed. He left tons of money and estates to his wife, mistress and his business empire to his only son, Stefano Grant II. Fable didn’t care, but the news did shock her a bit. Arnold was her ex father-in-law and Stefano was her husband. They never saw each other again after the divorce and none of them even tried to contact one another. Guess that’s what happened if your marriage was loveless. “Dino, Arnold Grant is dead,” she said as she moved away from the kitchen and into the drawing room.
“I heard, kid, I heard.” he answered. “You going to call Stefano?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. Maybe not.”
Fable could hear her father sighed. “He was your husband, kid. You probably should give him a call no matter what. Just to show your condolences.”
“Okay,” she agreed, knowing better than to argue with her daddy. “Don’t forget your meds, daddy.”
“Love you, kid.”
“Love you too, Daddy.” She hung up and saw Gabriel’s text, letting her know that he was on his way. Gabriel was….interesting, cute, very easy going. He liked books, which was beyond amazing and he’d agreed to help her with her library. “I have a friend coming in for a visit. His name’s Gabriel. He’ll probably be here soon.” she told her butler and went to the house phone and dialed his father. “Can you show him his way here. I’ll be waiting for him here.” Then she dialed a number. Her ex-home in Windsor, asking for Stefano, and managed to reach him for the first time since their divorce four years ago. She told him how she felt sorry and asked how he was holding up. He told her thank you and that all was fine.
“I appreciate you calling,” he told her from across the line just as Gabriel entered her drawing room.
“Yeah, well, I know how it’s like to lose someone important.” she gave Gabriel a smile and nodded her head, covering her phone and told him to sit down. “Well, I must go now. Take care and once again, I’m so very sorry for your loss.” and then she hung up and turned her attention to her guest. “Hi, hi, sorry for being rude. Welcome to my….home.”
Gabriel smiled on his face, the glimmer of bewilderment still lingering in his eyes. He had thought that his house was large, but his four bedroom terrace seemed quite tiny in comparison. He took a seat as instructed, gazing around. "No, no, you haven't been rude at all." He said with a smile, "Actually, I think I'm a little later than I told you I would be, my apologies." He excused himself.
He began to feel like he had dressed a little casual all of a sudden, his collar rubbing against his neck. He sighed, running a hand through his hair to push loose strands from his face. "Your house is... phenomenal." He complimented.
Clearly. What’s gotten your knickers in a twist?
Life, I suppose. Life and Alcohol.
You missed one fuck there. I am not in the fucking mood. See?
Yeah, that has a better ring to it. This is why I'm not a brooding poet.
You know what? Fuck Migraines. Fuck Grief. Fuck Work. I am not in the mood.
Perfumes and Books | Fable & Gabriel
Fable woke up early today and as usual, she wasted no time. She went to shower, got dressed and had breakfast. She actually had something to do today. One is the monthly meeting at the office and since she is the current CEO of the company, she must attend. Even if it was only to sit there and say nothing, pretending to listen for the sake of her reputation at the office. However, that’s never Fable—coming to the office for appearance sake. She comes and actually do what she has to do, which is not so much. Of course, working for the company was not what Fable wanted. She wanted to build something new. Fable always gets what she wants, but when it comes to her father, Dino, she never wins. Fable’s brother’s death left her old man no choice but to trust his only daughter with everything. So there she was, sitting on the back of the Jaguar as her chauffeur drove to the office.
The meeting was long and almost tiring. It was around eleven when she finally stepped out of the office building and back into her Jaguar that immediately brought her home to No. 2 Cornwall Terrace in Regent’s Park. Fable asked the chauffeur to stop by the gate. “I have a visitor coming today. His name’s Gabriel-Julian Beauchasne. There’s no need for ID or license collecting, please. If you can show him the way to my house.” She sincerely smiled at the guard who nodded. Then the car left him there and continued its way up to house number 2. Cornwall Terrace is a building of consecutive terraced mansions overlooking Regent’s Park in the City of Westminster. There are 21 mansions, Dino lives in the number one, and Fable in the number two. The rest of the other properties were filled with other people who aren’t really friendly. Well, the old woman and her grandson next door were okay—they invited her up for dinner when she first moved in—but the rest of her neighbors, not so kind. They make her want to throw a large and loud party just to annoy them.
Fable slid easily out of the car and into her house, going into her bedroom and got out of her work clothes and into a pair of skinny jeans, a black camisole and a pair of flat shoes. Nothing makes her more comfortable than those things. The brunette pulled her hair into a ponytail and head downstairs to the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of beer, then sat down in one of the breakfast bar stools, waiting for him to call or text to let her know that he was on his way.
Gabriel struggled as he stared into the wardrobe before him. It was seven am and the frown that had nestled into his features screamed 'Monday'. With the title came three hours of filming and one hour of lecturing. He pulled on a white tshirt and white shirt, allowing the top three buttons to remain open. His bottom half was cloaked in tight black jeans and a shiny black pair of shoes. He knew it wouldn't be long before the director's frowned at him and threw him an outfit change, but these were the clothes he wanted to meet Fable in. They weren't too dressy, and not quite casual.
The filming consisted of episode two and three of a new mini-series he'd been cast into. It was a Neighbours type affair where he portrayed the character of a teenage heart throb. Thankfully, once that was over, he was able to shower and change back into his original attire for the lecturing. Safe sex, kids. We're all clean and spayed here.
Finally, it was time to text Fable. His words were short and sweet, reminding her that he was on his way. It had been nice to speak to somebody as... refreshing as she was whilst volunteering. She brought light to his day, and excitement to his tomorrow. As the taxi pulled up in the estate, his jaw almost dropped. This was not what he had been expecting. He was shown inside the building. It began to dawn on him that she truly had meant Library when she had described it to him. Not that he was complaining. He loved books.
A Woman Died In The Bookstore Today.
Smart move, wasn’t it… But, my parents are the craziest cunts I’ve ever met, so it’s not like I know what normal means.
Brilliant. And then we’ll see.
Who gives a damn about normal? Normal is boring.
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My perfume collection. I don’t have much, but I think I’ve enough for a short tour. [blushes] Some guys prefer gorgeously tanned girls. I tried tanning, but I my skin stayed as pale as it is.
Nope, not once. Gabriel, you are one hell of a charmer.
If you’re penniless, 3.60 is going to make a huge difference. But I guess you’re not. Thank you so much, I really appreciate this. I guess I will see you at my place tomorrow? Just call me when you’re on the way so the gate guys won’t make you leave your ID or something.
I'm not as charming to every girl I meet. Just the special ones. You're special. Something in your smile gives it away. He smirked, then began to laugh. I'm kidding, I'm not that cheesy. I'm sure that's one of the lines from a film I was in. That's just cringey. But seriously, you're a nice girl. Or woman. Whatever.
Alright, I'll do just that. I'm looking forward to this.
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Why did n’t you take up the offer for them to pay you for your services? I am sure it is. Wouldn’t want to shock them into a heart attack, yes?
It’s quite alright. And what would your name be, mister? Thank you. It is pretty amazing and surreal.
I don't want to accept money that I don't need. It's immoral.
My name is Gabriel-Julian Beauchasne.
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I thought so. I like floral and fruit. Two of my friends gave me perfumes for my birthday last year. I think they were Elie Saab’s Le perfume and Florabotanica by Balenciaga. I haven’t got the chance to try them on because… I don’t know if it’ll fit me. They’re both flowery. And I love, love flowers. You really are good at this. You are quite dark-skinned. And here I am, too pale to even exist.
I, hold on [goes through her purse and pull out a card] here’s my card, my cell number is in there as well as my home number. I’m sure you have. Thank you. I—I’ve never been told that I am…uh…gorgeous. [smiles and blushes a little]
Gabriel, it’s really nice meeting you but I surely can’t not pay for this.
Perhaps I could smell the perfumes when I visit you to sort out your books? And I prefer paler girls. They seem more natural. Too many women strive to achieve this orange complexion that does no justice and burns eyeballs.
Thank you. Nobody has ever told you? Ever? Then people must walk in vain and ignorance. They're missing out.
Oh, don't you worry about it. What difference is £3.60 going to make to anybody?
A Woman Died In The Bookstore Today.
Please, don’t pffft me, sweetheart. Parents? That’s even more sick, it ruins the whole childhood. There’s time for everything in life, but this… is odious. Legal, but odious.
I’m into calling you whatever you feel comfortable with. I, for instance, enjoyed using my second name, but people couldn’t remember it’s Erik with a K, not C. I gave up and now it’s just Darien.
Oh, sorry. And yes. Parents. They needed the money. I've never known any different. So I can't complain.
Let's stick with Gabriel then. And I'll call you Darien.
