Alright, girl, I have so much to tell you. Yes, we're going on vacation to a tropical paradise—the three of us: Killian, Lucius, and me. I mean, come on, what could possibly go wrong?
But first, I have a mission to complete, and it has the noblest goal in the world: to pull Mr. Longfield out of his endless grief over the loss of his wife and give Ursula a chance to turn her love for him into something beautiful, instead of a quiet life of longing.
Big news: the samples from the Paris lab arrived at the mansion. There are six fragrances for "Green and Blue," crafted with different bases, all faithful to my formulas and ingredients—three for women and three for men. I had to choose one of each, and it was incredibly easy. One was the perfect synthesis of the scent that lingers on my body when I'm with both of them, and the other was the closest thing to the passion I feel in them when they're with me. The marketing team says it's the perfect time to launch, but Mr. Longfield's orders are non-negotiable, so first… we go on vacation.
It was the first time I'd ever stepped foot in Ursula's room. It's beautiful—not just because of how organized it is, but because she has photos with her sister and others with Diana, Mr. Longfield's late wife. That's when I realized they truly cared for each other, and of course, I had to ask: how, when, and where did it all begin?
She took a deep breath and said, Diana was good to me. She was good to everyone, but she cared for me with genuine affection and trusted me with important responsibilities in the mansion. Longfield wasn't around much back then, and it was beautiful to see them together when he returned. I swear, I only admired him in silence. Of course, he was—and still is—incredibly handsome, but with the children, and my closeness to Mrs. Longfield… no, I wouldn't even let myself look at him that way.
Impatient, I asked, so when did you start seeing him differently?
She continued, after Diana's funeral, we were all devastated. I thought about quitting, but the boys needed me, and that man locked himself away for… well, you know why. I wrote a long, heartfelt goodbye letter, but he called me in before I could give it to him. He told me, nothing will change for you. I want you to know she cherished you, and therefore, so do I. Help me organize her things and store them properly so time won't damage them.
Ursula paused, but after a sip of water, she confessed, I don't want to bore you, but we spent a week together cataloging everything. One day, he asked me to try on one of her dresses—a long, understated emerald one. He wanted to see it one last time before sealing it away. I went into the dressing room, and when I came out, he cried and hugged me for the first time. We stayed like that for minutes, neither of us letting go. I left that room knowing the truth: I had fallen in love with him.
Then she whispered the most shocking part, nothing else happened. A few compliments here and there, a small gesture of affection from time to time. Four years ago, he was particularly happy. He showed me the guest list at his residence for a business event at the mansion. I made sure our hands brushed—I did it on purpose, I don't know, I just wanted to feel him—and I can't even describe how it happened. I just know I ended up naked on that office table, and we made love while he kissed me and confessed how much he had wanted me. The next night, he invited me to dinner. Inside, he kissed me again, but I could tell it was goodbye. With a broken heart, I knew he was right. Month by month, everything went back to normal—a good relationship, but strictly professional. Except for those moments when we catch each other looking, but that doesn't mean anything.
Stunned, I told her, it means everything. It means he still wants you. I think I know what we have to do. This isn't a fight between Diana and Ursula, or between the past and the present; this is life against death. He needs to see that you are the very source of happiness—a place where his memories don't hurt, where he doesn't feel like he's abandoning his wife. The fact that you loved Diana helps a lot. I know exactly what we're going to do.
We went down together into the magical world of Emilia Touré. She was up to date on all the news and showered me with kisses, but when she saw Ursula, she gave her a cold look. I leaned in and whispered my mission to her, and she smiled again.
I think it's romantic. I'll do it. Leave it to me and come back in five hours.
She took her measurements, and we left. On the way, we ran into the three blonde clones. One of them was about to say something nasty—she started with, looks like the little gardener has been… but she couldn't finish because Ursula pointed a finger at her and arched an eyebrow like a movie villain. They fled in panic.
I watched her turn back, winking at me as if to show off her power. She's elegant—damn, she really is elegant. I hope everything goes as planned. The staff was setting up a fine table in the garden gazebo surrounded by tulips; they were whispering excitedly because Mr. Longfield was finally coming out.
We had a late, light lunch. A funny text from Bruce said: can you believe I lost the vote to Killian? He's not better-looking than me. When we see each other again, let's pretend that never happened; we're good at pretending.
I just replied: you know you're the sexiest detective in the world; no one can take that title from you. How are things with Evangelina?
He didn't reply.
In the afternoon, as I was undressing to get into the tub, Lucius knocked. I wrapped myself in a towel and let him in, but I didn't even hear the door close before he had unwrapped me like a piece of candy. Sitting on the bed, he kissed my hips and bit them. I gave myself over to his mouth, wishing he would take me right then and there, wishing he would put me in that same animal position as last time. But the image of Annia still won't leave my mind.
He noticed immediately and stood up. He told me everything would return to normal soon, and I kissed his hands and bit his fingers so he wouldn't leave without knowing how much I want him.
Lucius asked, is your body mine forever?
I couldn't help but part my lips slightly and nod.
He pulled my hands behind my back, leaving my breasts at his mercy. Then he gave me a light slap on my side, just beside my breast. I stood there, begging with my eyes for him to do it again, harder, but he kissed me and moved to leave. I had to stop him. Without speaking, I got back into that position: hands behind my back, my body open to him. He did it once more, harder this time, making me forget everything bad for a moment, wanting only to give myself to him. It awakened something so instinctive that I truly thought I would climax right there. He kissed me again and left.
In the tub, I couldn't think about anything but him—I really can't help myself. I also imagined myself sitting on Killian's massive length, trying to take all of him inside me. I had to get out of the water immediately or I would drown in the intensity. But I learned something about desire and sex: they help me forget the bad memories. Damn. The three of us will be on the beach soon, and I have so much to get out of my head.
Emilia Touré had done it again, even better than what I had whispered to her: a short, flowing dress, elegant and full of life. What color? Emerald green. One look at it and we both screamed. Ursula asked me:
Don't you think it's too direct? That it might have the opposite effect? It'll remind him of his wife and everything will be over.
I answered with complete confidence, no, because the first thing you'll tell him is that you chose that exact color to honor Diana. And as soon as you can, you'll tell him you also chose it because you knew he liked it. Simple as that. We'll watch his reaction, and from there we'll know how to proceed. Trust me.
Emilia Touré made her spin and added, you have a beautiful body, and I highlighted it with confidence without losing its subtle elegance. Your skin is delicate yet firm; it pairs perfectly with the fabric. Go get your man. And before we left, she told her, remember this: no more "Mr. Longfield." Wives don't call their husbands "Mister." Just call him Longfield or James. No one calls him James anymore, and it's such a beautiful name.
I swear, girl, when I heard that, I realized she was a wise woman. I didn't even know that was his name—James Longfield. It sounds so charming, so much closer.
The table looked beautiful. Killian and Lucius stood when they saw us arrive. I wore a tailored navy blazer and a pleated skirt. I looked elegant and, at the same time, powerful. Inside, I was full of fear. Mr. Longfield loves punctuality, and he still hadn't arrived.
Just as Ursula's eyes—framed by subtle, beautiful makeup—began to look sad, certain he wouldn't come… we saw him. Chin high, walking with rigid steps, as if he had rehearsed a thousand times for the day he would finally leave his residence.
Ursula gave me a look, gathering her courage. She took a glass of champagne and went to meet him. He smiled when he saw her. With natural grace, though unable to hide years of emotion, she handed him the glass and set our entire plan in motion at once. I'm not lying, girl: she didn't look nervous, but she looked ready to finally speak her truth. Standing close to him, she said:
This one's for you. Let's have some fun tonight, okay, James? You look as handsome as ever. I've never asked for anything for myself, but today, give me at least this small gift: don't be Mr. Longfield—not out here, not among us. Be James. I dressed like this to honor Diana. I know she loved life, and she would be just as happy for you as I am. I also wore it because I know you like the color. If you give me your arm and walk with me to the table, I promise you'll feel much better.
He leaned close to her ear and said something. She smiled, and Longfield, with the elegance of a gentleman, offered his arm. Together, they walked to the table. He looked up at the stars and took a deep breath. He was free at last—at least, that's how I saw it.
When a photographer arrived with his assistants, we posed while chatting near the table. Ursula, used to her role, stepped slightly aside. I intervened and gave Mr. Longfield a look so he would notice what was happening.
He told the photographers to take another shot and gently placed his hand on Ursula's waist, pulling her closer with affection. When the flash went off, she had the most enchanting smile on her lips. Ursula was happy.
I swear, girl, that at that dinner, Killian and Lucius made a confession that changed everything. It left my heart caught in a storm of love I won't be able to control—especially not on that island, and especially not with their incredible bodies so close to mine.