Little Kids Who Play With Fire Get Burned

Dear Darling Gossip Guy:

The following photos have been taken for you. I don't think you did me justice in the pictures you posted in your site. I AM a model/fashion designer after all. Let me clear things out, shall we?

I might be crazy:



And I might be locked down in a relationship:


But Boring?


Oh no Darling... BORING?


Never!


Got milk?



Tee-hee!

XOXO

Lucia ~

A little fall of rain

I'm the sex goddess.

I've read the books. I know the techniques. I have the practice.

I know how to make men beg; how to enslave them until they cannot think of anything else, but me.

Other than that, I'm a total mess when it comes to men. It's one thing controlling their "ahem", but it's a totally different matter knowing how they'll respond to things or what to say to them or... AH!

I love my boyfriend. And he said he loved me too. So far, so good. I had never reached this point in a relationship. As in NEVER.

Now I don't know what to do, but I feel messed up and insecure. I know. Just like me to be dumb. I finally have him. I finally have the person I love there next to me and he returns my feelings and that thought alone makes me feel so warm inside. But at the same time I'm so very afraid, as if this was just a dream and I will wake up at any given moment.

~sigh~

It's pointless. To think about something endlessly. I love him. I am totally in love with him. The way he smiles at me. The way he cups my face. The way he sleeps and eats. His personality. His laugh. The small things that make him him. When he touches me I melt and when he's not with me I feel void, empty. This is crazy, isn't it?

I feel like I want to be cuddled by him. He can make these fears go away.

He said today "let's get married". Has he gone insane? Does he knows what marriage implies? Is he willing to take on that? And just like that! Because it's the fashionable thing to do? Because everyone is doing it? This just gets me more worried. I feel a little sick right now.

What do I want? I want him. I want to wake up with him every morning and go to sleep with Ethan by my side. Even if we just met, I want him to be there, share together, I want to cook for him and pamper him, and when he gets sick I want to make it better. I want to be his companion, his friend, someone he can trust, someone he can come home too. It's so basic what I want. I want to start a new life with him. Marriage? It's scary, but of course I want it. But I want to be sure he wants it too.

That's it!

Proove you want me, Ethan! I'm the prize, come and claim me! Do everything you can to win the contest!

I'm so pissed now. (yeah rapid mood changes) --->

We haven't had sex in a week. To make matters worse, he won't even be here for my birthday. Now I'm sad :(

I'm such a drama queen. I want to hide inside the bed covers (and that's exactly what I will do). Buuu.

Not Nice Lady

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was go into my computer lab (aka the one room where I become a cloned female version [with human interaction skills] of Sheldon Cooper). It's a room I originally designed to be my secret virtual office/playground, my to do hacker/cracker work. I hadn't used it in a while because I had been very busy with designing and baking. I had promised myself that the next time I did something illegal, it would be fair game, in my legitimate defense.

I sat down, took off my contacts, and grabbed my extra chic glasses from inside the drawer. I had entered the room with the biggest bag of Potatoe Chips that you can imagine, a large coke bottle, wearing skimpy little caramel colored short and a sexy tank top.

I laughed to myself a little as I sat in front of the three computer screens now surrounding me. As I turned on the server, the whole room lit up and I felt a little nostalgic.

By 4:00 pm I had personally talked to Johnathan and had given him some friendly advice about not to mess with me or all the data he had ever recollected would be erased in a matter of seconds. I did wipe out a bunch of documents and "negotiated with him".

"If you want to see them again, stay away from me for a while..." I told him, and his face was an eerie mix of anger and despair. It was the kind of look I'd seen before when you told a grown man that his vast inheritance had disappeared in a matter of seconds. I cleaned my nails as I spoke with him through video conference. Yeah, I know. KLASSY. "Let me explain a bit of how this goes, Johnathan. Physically, you might have the upper hand, but intellectually, you've stepped into my world. I don't take it kindly to be threathend and let alone shot." I raised my view and smiled at him. "Now the moment of the truth, so you get some insight."

He didn't say a word, just stared at me.

"I have no doubt whatsoever that someone will one day replace me, probably in about two hundred years or so when inferior brain such as yours evolve into a respectful IQ. Meanwhile, I remain the sole creator of a perfected AI software. Ironic much, I created the software, not because I got lucky, Johnathan, but because I was so desperate for a friend at the Institute, that well... it came out of necessity." I smiled. "Thankfully, I don't know where the software is. It has brought me much more trouble than any benefit. Rest assured that I would have destroyed it had it ever come back into my hands. So... as you can see, your little alpha male demonstration was just a big waste of time. I might be a lot of the things you said I am... but... the difference this time..." I looked at him "... is that I don't care."

I saw him clench his jaw, then he smirked slightly. "Some of the Royal family's private information is inside the documents you currently possess. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt Richard."

"You give your brother a valid explanation why the information is gone." I glared at him. "Stay away for 365 days Johnny Boy. If you even ATTEMPT to get close again, I will destroy the data. And you know that unlike with human lives I have no guilt whatsoever when it comes to wipe outs. Bye bye, Johnathan."

I ended the video conference before he even had time to reply.

Taking my time, I cleaned the room, turned off all the equipment, and returned to my living room. I started yet another video conference, but this time from the TV and with my dear brother.

"Lucilleeeeee!" He exclaimed happily.

"Ericcccc!" I laughed.

Suddenly, he frowned. It took him less than two seconds to figure it out and took me three seconds to realize how stupid I had been to appear wearing a tank top in front of Eric.

"What happened to your arm?"

Well, aside from being shot, it was fine. The bullet just grazed after all... This giant band aid is just a la mode. "Well, it's a long story..."

"OH, I have PLENTY of time, Lucille Marie."

I rolled my eyes. Soon enough I was telling him how I had gone to practice at the shooting range and an idiot had accidentally shot the gun outside practice area and it had just luckily grazed my shoulder. For a second I thought he wouldn't buy it, but alas he did. He complained about little security and such, but a moment later he was talking about random things.

As good brother should, we spoke daily and shared everything that had happened. Well, the things that we could share that had happened.

"Say, Lucy... I'm planning on making a Delton reunion Saturday. Will you come?"

I laughed. "We Deltons are a clan. If you, our leader, summons us, how can we resist?"

"Well, we'll all be there. I've already spoken to most of the members and they all agreed. Even Leonardo is going. This is important. Our family's prosperity and happiness and stability is essential." He looked serious. He was extra handsome when he was serious. I was so proud of my baby brother.

"I'll be there." I whispered, smiling at him fondly.

"Not only that." he winked at me "I want you to share the seat next to me. As the leader's sister you uphold a position of great power among us all."

"HAHAHAHA! I'll be honored." I took out my tongue, teasingly "I live to serve and love my family." It was a slogan grandmother had continously repeated to all of us.

Eric laughed loudly, and winked at me. "ODD. I LIVE TO MAKE MONEY."

Our conversation instantly brightened my day.

Beat them to the Punch

I spent the entire day cooking. Hopefully I would make a delicious cake that would make Marie happy. Halfway through the day I was covered in marshmellow and chocolate. I felt delicious and smelled like if I'd been stuck inside a bakery for a whole week. Sweets were never my favorite, but being surrounded by sugar made me feel strangely giddy.

Until I heard the knock.

I shrugged. The thing about my apartment building is that the lobby guy won't let anyone he doesn't know go up to my floor. Security is the finest and I'd trusted him a long time ago with plenty of information, so we were close. He still wouldn't stand up to help me with my groceries, but it can't all be perfect.

"Hello?" I opened the door.

Never. opening. the. door. without. asking. again.

"Good evening, Lucille Marie."

Okay. So it had been a fair amount of four weeks since my chest had constricted and I felt my heart being tugged violently. I thought I was over the worst kind of trials. I mean, I was heartbroken, but I had slowly picked up part of the pieces. I was still picking... but I wasn't about to go back into a depression of any sort. I was in control of my head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered. I was not in control of my temper.

His blue eyes trailed my body from down and up. He brushed his dyed dark hair back and casually let his bangs fall upon his forehead. He was smoking, like he usually did, and he stared at me as though he were a king looking down on a subject. He would've been king had he been born two minutes earlier.

"That's the kind of welcome I get?"

"The kind of welcome you DESERVE is a stake through your heart, if you have one, Johnathan."

John chuckled. "Oh Lucille... mind if I come in?"

I slammed my hand against the door. "You're not allowed in."

He smiled, flashing white teeth. Deliberately he pushed and slammed me against the door and went in.

I bit my lips, looking at him. If John knew how to be something, it was to be exceedingly cruel.

"I don't take no for an answer, Lucille. I thought you would know that."

He had that look in his eyes: the look when you know he is capable of anything. John was Richard's spymaster, working inside the Interpol until some months ago when he conveniently switched back to his brother's side and had been playing several strings behind the curtains. I had seen him at his kindest time, but I had seen him at his worst time. Compared to Richard, John was pure evil. He had been capable of almost raping Veronique for the hell of it. He could treat his brother miserably one second, yet the other be by his side. He was capable of amusing and entertaining people, but he was also capable of killing, torturing, lying, and cheating. Ever since he had left the Interpol I had only heard the rumors of just how depraved he'd become. Nonetheless, Richard was keeping him extra close. Apparently he was doing his espionage job very well.

"I heard today's Marie Bellay's birthday. Is it a cooking contest?"

Better be cooperative in order to find out what he wants. "It's a cake-a-thon. Everybody's supposed to take a cake."

"Comic." he whispered.

God. Get out of here. "Johnathan... what do you want?" My nearest gun is under the living room table. If I dash, I'll reach it in no time.

"What else do I want?" As if reading my mind he walked towards the living room table, took the gun from under its hiding place and disarmed it. "I want to talk with you for a little while."

And to think that I would've ended up with this guy. And I would've, because he was kind to me and he cared for me, and loved me. That love soon turned into hate when I chose yet another man before him. He walked away cursing my soul and wishing I would burn in hell. Hell hath no fury as a Wilbatten Royal scorned, huh?

I stood up, my bravado pushing me forward. "I can't talk now. I'm baking cake."

He scoffed and walked right up to me. "Lucille..." He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face and behind my ear. It gave me goosebumps. He slammed his fist next to my ear, missing it by inches. "You think I care about your stupid cake?"

I was paralyzed. This guy was scary. He was terrifying. Kick him on the balls, Lucille, kick him. But I couldn't because he had me trapped.

"How's my little whore doing?" he whispered merrily.

"Doing great. Can't you tell?" I whispered back. "What... do... you... want?" I glared.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Terrified. Don't you see?" I met his gaze with my own and showed him that if he thought he would push ME around, he was dead wrong.

The next instant I had spat in his face, taken advantage of his momentary surprise to kick him hard in the groin, pushed him, dashed for the kitchen table and had my 9mm in my hand directed at him.

He laughed. "Not bad, Lucille. Not bad." he stood up.

"Not one step closer, Johnathan. I could cause the greatest of scandals for this one."

"But you won't. We have to protect each other's backs in the kind of circle we move in. Well, at least that I move in and you used to move in." He took out another cigarette. "Lucille." he looked at me "I hope you know you're shit. You're not worth anybody's time. You got lucky with one software and you're holding to that with everything you've got. But, you're replaceable, honey. You're disposable. You've been a trainwreck your whole life and now you're creating your own make believe life. You're a fucked up horrible person."

Motherfucking asshole. My hand slightly trembled. None of those words would get to me. None of them.

"I heard you got yourself a new boytoy. How long will this one last? What's the record in your book so far? Three months? Probably's with you because of your body. It's certainly not because of your personality since you have none."

"You're bitter and full of hatred and you should leave before I really deem to shoot you, which at this point would be the smartest thing to do."

"You know you're worst problem?" He walked towards me and placed the gun against his heart. "How very worthless you are."

DAMN IT! He grabbed the gun, turned it around, pushed me once again, this time towards the floor and pointed the gun down at me.

"Where is the software?"

"I don't know." I answered, glaring.

He charged the gun. "Where is the software?"

"I don't know."

He laughed "Are you really going to tell me you don't know where your own chip is? Your precious masterpiece? The one thing that you can pride yourself on? You don't know?"

I shrugged. "You can inject truth serum into me. The answer, I swear, will always be the same. I, Lucille Delton, don't know where it is."

He nodded and looked at his watch. "You do realize I won't rest until I have the hands on that chip?"

"Why would you want it?"

"In a political world the strongest country has the power."

"Why now? What makes you think *I* have it? It was taken from me in the institute. I don't have such a thing."

"Rumors fly fast, and the rumors are it never left its creator's hand."

"I DON'T have it." I growled at him. "It was too dangerous for me to keep. They took it away years ago. I don't know its whereabouts now."

"Hm. Right." He glared down at me. "You're not as easily intimidated as I hoped you would be. I guess, I have no choice right now. You obviously want to get back into your fun little cooking joke. I have matters to attend to anyways." He pointed the gun towards my arm and shot. The bullet grazed my skin and I yelped in pain. "That's for spitting, your dirty slut." he laughed, threw the gun and left just as rapidly as he had appeared.

My heart beat fast inside my chest. No time to think of what happened. No time to think at all. I ran towards the bathroom, covering the bleeding wound. Don't look at the blood, try not looking, you're terrified of blood. No fainting, Lucille, no fainting. I quickly applied alcohol and did the first aid procedure on the wound. Luckily, nothing serious. No bullet into skin, just graze, just a superficial wound. When I was done, I slid down onto the bathroom floor.

When had I stopped carrying around any type of protection? Was I forgetting that being an ex-interpol implied a lot of people around trying to use me as target practice? Maybe it was because it had been John who had done it that I had been so undecided. I stood up, left the bathroom and walked toward the living room. I opened a small hidden compartment behind the window and pushed the button there. Immediately a tiny screen appeared as a part of the wall turned inside out. I pushed my hand into it. The words "increased security" started flashing on it. I heard doors and windows lock. I saw various computer screens appear as video cams. Suddenly my feng shui apartment was becoming a completely technologically equipped spy room.

"So much for peace and quite..." I murmured. I had to be ready for anyone and everyone.

While I walked towards the kitchen I heard every one of John's words inside of my head. Nonetheless, I wasn't perturbed, I wasn't depressed, I wasn't even angered. I was numb. I sighed and made it my purpose to make the best cake I could. Even if the day had been shit, the night was sure to be better.

I hoped.

So you honestly think you can do it?

I saw her break the column of bricks with just her hand and it genuinely made me wonder what was I thinking when I challenged her.

"I still don't get what exactly you're doing here." she turned towards me. She was sweaty and wearing a pony tail and dressed in her karate uniform, black belt and all.

"I thought you could give me a lesson. I mean, I know some basic fighting skills due to the INTERPOL training, but it would be nice to get some karate training too. I thought it would be interesting."

Caroline gave me a solemn look. It was at these moments were the ever so fashionable "poodle" looked the least like her self and I was sure her true nature came out. Carol was always dressed almost as impeccable as me (not LIKE me, I'm still the best dressed; I'm the fashion connaisseur). Now she looked like a plain tomboy. Even her C cup breasts were concealed behind the uniform.

"Karate isn't something you just want to learn, you know?"

"I know. It's a long time discipline. I just want some basic lessons. Everyone has the right to self-protection, no?"

She stared at me. "You're talking to me about RIGHTS and KARATE, the two things I know about the best." she shrugged "I guess I don't have a partner today and you'll have to do."

I nodded. "Alright."

She grabbed a set of nunchucks.

"You're USING NUNCHUCKS on ME!?"

"Obviously not, unlesss I wanted to kill you. I'm going to swing them around as I explain some basics points to you." She cleared her throat. "You have various things to your advantage. You already have basic combat skills, you're an archery champ, which allows you to find your certain, BUT, you don't know what your strength is."

"Yes... I'm continously being told that." I said, every word dripping with sarcasm.

Caroline laughed. "Well, not in THAT sense. I meant... in karate you must know two FUNDAMENTAL things... what is your enemies weakness and second, what is your strength. IF you can exploit them using the correct technique, you'll be fine. So..." she swung the nunchucks. "Come get me..."

I blinked, then immediately rushed towards her and kicked, jumped, evaded, punched, moved, did everything I could to hit her, but she blocked every one of my attacks with the bloody nunchaku.

"OWWWWWW!!" my hands and legs soared.

"You have good technique, but I can see you coming. I can read your movements like a book. You did not study my weakness. Now, take a minute and think about what just happened."

It didn't take me too long to realize that as she blocked with the nunchaku she was left partially open on the side that wasn't blocking. If I was fast enough I could at least beat her to it....

It took me about two hours to finally get what she meant and manage to hit her. Her technique was very different to mine. While I moved in straight and individual movements, she was able to perform an incredible amount of combos. I was stunned. At the end, she took a bottle of water and sprayed it over herself.

"That was some great exercise."

"You're incredibly good at it." I stared at her. I knew she was a champion, but I guess you never really relate the ever spotless and feminine Caroline Richardson with karate.

"I'm good at many things, Lucille Marie. You'd be surprised." She sat next to me.

"Is it true you dumped Leo in order to go for the tweetie title?"

"Technically yes!" she laughed

"God... are you really that competitive?" I asked, very much amazed "That you would give up your relationship in order to win the race? Isn't that rather... unscrupulous of you?"

She reclined against the floor, placing her arms behind her head. "I will always love Leo, and he will love me. But I know he's had something for Katzereine for a time now. I rather we not be in a relationship when anything happens. I'll give it to you, I don't like the idea, but you should allow a person every bit of liberties before tying him down."

I smiled down at her. "You really adore Leonardo, don't you?"

"With my whole heart and soul, until death due us part and eternity ends. I adore him. If I have to kill or lie for him... I'll do it. And if anyone gets in our way, I will destroy them. Destroy them like God they had wished they had never been born or imagined. He is mine and he forever will be."

My eyes widened. "For a second there, you had the same maniac look as Ashley..." I laughed.

"Well, we ARE cousins. And she feels the same way about Rink."

"Does Leo feel the same way?"

She smiled, and it was a knowing, age old smile. "Yes, he does."

And as if having being called he appeared before us; he was wearing a slight frown. "You're wet." He told Carol.

"It's the effect of suddenly seeing you." she smirked offering her his arm so as to help her up.

His frown instantly disappeared and was replaced with a sly smile. He took his hand and helped her up. "You know what I meant, Caroline." He held her close to him and they smiled at each other.

"Wait!" I stared at them "I thought you two had broken up?"

"So?" We're still living together and having incredible sex as always. No compromise." Carol smiled

"You two are... incredible..." I shook my head, slightly smiling.

"Of course we are..." Leo smirked "... it's us." and Caroline stared aghast as he had stolen, intentionally, the words out of her mouth.

---

After all that mushy mushy love and karate practice I felt soar and drained. It was exhausting to say the least.

I arrived home, fed Lilo and Nemo and then threw myself on the sofa. I had 19 messages: 3 were from Sammy, 2 from Eric, 2 from Chrissy, 1 very strange and surprising message from Ashley, 4 were from models from the studio, and the rest were requests orders for upcoming events.

I decided to return Ashley's. As one could've imagined it was all about how they need an urgent wardrobe and if I could do it. I accepted and hung up.

Next, I phoned Eric.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... how's my beautiful and extra gorgeous big sis doing?"

"I'm good, but jeez, you can't imagine what I was up to..." I told him all about my day.

"You being as smart as you are, did you think it was smart going up against Carol inside her own territory?" he laughed.

His laughter was contagious. "Yeah. That was pretty stupid, but it was very very entertaining. I can't deny I had tons of fun!"

"Luce, you have fun placing with sticks and stones."

I flushed slightly. "Well... maybe I do..."

He laughed even more. "That doesn't make it wrong. You're just too cute, sis. Did you know that? I can't imagine just how entertained you get with Lilo when you let her out."

He was blatantly laughing at me. I crossed my arms. "Ha-Ha-Ha. Hey, you spoiled little brat... I have something to ask you."

"What?" and it sounded like he had been laughing so much he had tears in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm a hypocrite?"

"Hell no! Why would you say something like that?"

"Well, two people have said it to me already and well, I don't think so, but i'm not going to be attacking myself either, you know? You're always too honest with how you think."

"Lucille, I AM honest, and even though I love you crazily, I'd be honest with you. You're not a hypocrite, and if someone's calling you that maybe it's out of jealousy. You know how smart and sexy you are? Well, if they can't compete with you they'll try to hurt you. Don't mind them. People are supposed to love people they way they are. If they can't accept you, fuck them good."

"You're assuming these people were women... what if I told you they were men?"

"A real man wouldn't call a woman A HYPOCRITE and if he did, show 'em to me, cause I'll kick their ass until they're yelling for their mommy."

I laughed. "You do know how to make me feel better."

"But I will tell you this. You can't expect everyone to like you. You might be willing to make an effort and meet halfway with the people you meet, but others might not be wanting to do that effort. It's not bad that you like people and that you want to get along with them, but not everyone agrees to that. Inevitably, people will not like you. You shouldn't be discouraged by this. All the contrary, stand on your two feet proudly. You're a Delton!"

I smiled into the phone. "And I'm very proud to be one."

"So don't change. I love you, sis."

"I love you too, bro."

"Good. So... would you like some pasta for dinner? I'm thinking of taking your baby out for a ride and we might just go visit you at Milan."

"It sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll get dressed."