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with the contracts he had been working on in London,
and simply stated: he wasn ’ t leaving Europe without me in his luggage.
    “ Trust me, ” he said, “ You'll never want to leave. ” his Australian accent always had the
effect to make me weak in the knee and he knew it. And then, he would come to
Geneva and use his personal charm to convince me to go with him. Making the
same demand over and over and cajoling me every chance he got, I finally
relented. We had only been on a handful of dates since our meeting because we
were located in different countries, but each was intense, unforgettable,
always leaving us wanting more. He rang me on a daily basis, morning and
evening; making me crave his voice, and his presence in my life.
    Kevin had broken up with Serena a few
months back upon finding her heavily kissing another man in a club, and we
somehow reconnected via more regular phone calls. So, when came the time to
decide if I would go down under, he was the person I rang for advice.
    I had already told him about Ethan, and
how I had strong feelings for the Australian- never mind the fact that
before him, Australia simply was not on my radar at all - but I was afraid
of taking this relationship too seriously because in the end, the man was based
on the other side of the planet.
    Kevin convinced me to go, arguing
that Ethan was making me happy, and at the worst, if things didn't work
out, I could always say “ I went to Sydney. “ , which was more than most European could
or would say. The final clincher was winter. Geneva, where I lived at the time,
was getting colder by the day and the snow wasn't letting up; wouldn't it be
nicer to be strolling on a Sydney beach?
    I caved. I was going on my first trip to
Australia.
    I stayed nearly two months instead of the
three weeks I had originally planned. Ethan went all out being my tour guide,
partner in crime, counsel, friend and my lover. For the first time of my life,
I actually felt wanted, accepted, supported and loved, completely and
unconditionally. For the first time, I was needed. Australia was the most
beautiful place I had ever seen and Sydney was growing on me, trying to
displace Paris as my hometown.
    Somehow, I had utterly fallen in love with
Ethan and his country. But eventually, after postponing several times, I had to
leave to go back to my life and my work. The time for champagne dinners,
cruises on the harbour and endless love making nights had to halt, and reality
set in.
    He had to go back attending to his
administration, and I was headed for New York to start my new job at the UN International
Law Commission.
    Our relationship had blossomed so much in
the next following months, that we flew at every opportunity we had to see each
other. Daily phone calls were not enough. We both physically ached being apart.
Weekends in Hong Kong, Bali, St. Lucia, or London were a common occurrence for
us. Whichever city was the mid-point of where our work was taking us, we would
meet in, and barely leave our hotel room. Each encounter more intense, more
demanding of permanency. Distance made our love stronger, making leaving each
other a bit harder every time. Our involvement was surprisingly kept under the
radar. In spite of being in the public eye at home, Ethan ’ s private life was a non-event as far as
his colleagues and local friends knew. This suited me just fine, as I was a
very private person, only looking for recognition through my work, and with no
desire to ever make the society pages.
    Now, here I was, almost a year later, with
the man I loved sleeping next to me, and in turmoil about what the right
decision was. I had grown accustomed of waking up with Ethan there, accustomed
to how a simple touch of my wrist would make me crave him, accustomed to the
highs, to his glowing eyes as he came inside me, making me his a little bit
more every time. I couldn ’ t stand the thought of sleeping next to
him, only to have it ripped away because I needed to

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