Page 145 of Chandelier Enthralled
Of course, I had been tempted to lead Willa back to my pool and reenact last night, take her again, after making love to her all night, but I didn’t want to scare her with my insatiable appetite.
Doing more to her, taking her through a session, would always be in the back of my mind. But for now, I had to slow this down, whatever this was, even as my heart warned it was my one chance at true happiness.
If only my head didn’t try to scare me off the idea with thoughts of inadequacy. It wasn’t like I didn’t have more money than I could spend in three lifetimes. No, it was because to me, she was simply perfect.
Willa had a remarkable blend of grace, compassion, and effortless style; she had captivated me completely.
Inside my mind-palace, I had created a thousand white marble Taj Mahal’s for her.
Too soon, my heart whispered. Hold back, before the earth-shattering pain of losing her finds you. Enjoy the illusion of anus.
There was always time for the truth to come to the light, but for me, the time was now…
With her.
The woman who had proven she deserved to know my secret and would handle it with the utmost care.
The dirt path led us on to a mixture of nature’s scenic and serene views but also featured the buzz of L.A.’s cityscape.
Hand in hand, Willa and I hiked the rugged trail, each step pushing us higher, accompanied by the fresh scents of pine and earth, a refreshing start to the new day.
Another day that she was part of my life.
For the first time in forever, the world stopped spinning on its axis, as though trying to shake me off. It was a peace I’d seen others experience but had never felt it myself.
Until now.
We crested a ridge, the city sprawling out beneath us. Both of us took a moment to pause and take in the iconic Hollywood sign rising against the sky—a towering reminder of dreams and the endless magnetic pull of Los Angeles.
“That sign is iconic,” Willa said, raising her sunglasses for a few seconds and then lowering them against the glare.
For me, it brought mixed emotions, a reason for wariness, because I knew that behind the veil lurked a darker side of Hollywood.
At the same time, I respected how tourists garnered happiness from visiting.
We made our way down the ridge until the massive letters were left towering behind us, having passed by the metal framework that was more visible up close—a stark reminder of the triviality behind it all, the fakeness, a facade to entice. A symbol of dreams, but not everyone drawn to this town was strong enough to withstand the weight of their dreams.
We sat on the grassy bank beside each other, huddled close. Before us, the distant city glinted with the vibrancy of morning. Down there lived the real creators—the writers, makeup artists, set designers, and more. The carpenters who built the sets and brought them to life. The true worker bees, the unsung heroes who made it all possible.
“Have some more water.” I pointed with my bottle toward hers. “Hydrate.”
She gave me a cute smile and gulped some down.
Then Willa rested her head against my shoulder. It felt cozy and natural and all kinds of right.
She sighed. “How often do you walk this way?”
“A few times a week. Though usually in the other direction.”
“This view is fun.”
I smiled at her. “Someone very special brought me here when I was a kid.”
“Oh, who?”
I looked off toward the valley.
“Greyson, does this have anything to do with your secret?”
