Where the Sun Sets
Chapter 32
"Turn left, here, HERE!" Josephine jumped at the sound of his voice. She had
drifted into the past while driving. Thinking of all the ways she owed Anthony.
Wondering when she became the person she wound up being. Josephine couldn't picture
what her life would have been like if they had never met. The years they were apart
were the worst in Josephine's life. The movies she had made during those years were
all tragedies. Publicity was horrendous. Her parents had both passed away. Her
mother first, of cancer. Her father soon after from a broken heart. Their attorneys
took over her interests in the family fortune and squandered all the assets in less
time than it took to sign the deal. She broke ties with her manager and tried to go
off on her own. "Ten years of Turmoil' the tabloids had called it. She had managed
to graduate with honors from one of the top Ivy League schools in the country, but she
did it alone, finding it difficult to connect with her fellow students. Everyone
wanted something from her. She had to pay to play basically, because of who she was.
Anthony was her lighthouse. The only one who could help Josephine find safety in
the fogs that forever enveloped her.
Josephine turned to the left, as she was told. There was no road, but it was
clear enough to drive through. As she drove, Salvatore watched her. Studied her.
Using the blade of his knife, he traced a line up and down her chest. At first he
did it to see how she would react. But it seemed to entertain him, so he continued.
He felt no physical attraction for Josephine. The very thought of taking her made
him grimace. But there was something sensual about the way the blade cascaded over
her. He was drawn to it. He let it crawl up to the flesh of her neck. Pulling back
on her hair, as to extend the game playing field.
"Stop the car," he whispered. Josephine slowly stepped on the brakes and then
put the car in park. Her hand flapped around in the air, as she reached out for the
keys, to shut of the engine. They sat there a minute more while Salvatore amused
himself. He brought the blade back down to the front of her jeans. He noticed the
way she pulled in her stomach as he did this. "The keys, hand them to me." Josephine
reluctantly handed them over. Placing the blade in his teeth, Salvatore switched
hands holding the hair and removed himself from the SUV.
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"Turn left, here, HERE!" Josephine jumped at the sound of his voice. She had
drifted into the past while driving. Thinking of all the ways she owed Anthony.
Wondering when she became the person she wound up being. Josephine couldn't picture
what her life would have been like if they had never met. The years they were apart
were the worst in Josephine's life. The movies she had made during those years were
all tragedies. Publicity was horrendous. Her parents had both passed away. Her
mother first, of cancer. Her father soon after from a broken heart. Their attorneys
took over her interests in the family fortune and squandered all the assets in less
time than it took to sign the deal. She broke ties with her manager and tried to go
off on her own. "Ten years of Turmoil' the tabloids had called it. She had managed
to graduate with honors from one of the top Ivy League schools in the country, but she
did it alone, finding it difficult to connect with her fellow students. Everyone
wanted something from her. She had to pay to play basically, because of who she was.
Anthony was her lighthouse. The only one who could help Josephine find safety in
the fogs that forever enveloped her.
Josephine turned to the left, as she was told. There was no road, but it was
clear enough to drive through. As she drove, Salvatore watched her. Studied her.
Using the blade of his knife, he traced a line up and down her chest. At first he
did it to see how she would react. But it seemed to entertain him, so he continued.
He felt no physical attraction for Josephine. The very thought of taking her made
him grimace. But there was something sensual about the way the blade cascaded over
her. He was drawn to it. He let it crawl up to the flesh of her neck. Pulling back
on her hair, as to extend the game playing field.
"Stop the car," he whispered. Josephine slowly stepped on the brakes and then
put the car in park. Her hand flapped around in the air, as she reached out for the
keys, to shut of the engine. They sat there a minute more while Salvatore amused
himself. He brought the blade back down to the front of her jeans. He noticed the
way she pulled in her stomach as he did this. "The keys, hand them to me." Josephine
reluctantly handed them over. Placing the blade in his teeth, Salvatore switched
hands holding the hair and removed himself from the SUV.
162