"You can't run!" she shouted and raised her gun up, her hands weren't even shaking. "I'm going to kill you." she said and put a psychopathic looking smile on her face, she walked in her black boots, she walked towards her and slowly bent down and grabbed her chin, she slowly lifted her head up with her hand and looked into her eyes.
"I will be the one to bring your end." And now, she did a full circle around her, took one last look, and then, without even letting her speak, she pulled the trigger.
"Cut!" came the voice from the back, Donna turned her head to the director, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Great job Donna, that's enough for today, thanks guys!" Donna put down the fake gun and went to the dressing room, taking off her stage costumes and putting on her own clothes.
She took the black sleeveless turtleneck dress off the hanger and slipped it on, it hugged her curves neatly, she took off her costume boots and put on her own knee high leather boots and took the cream trench coat she had brought with her for the cold weather. With a cotton ball she began to wipe the heavy make-up off her face. Meanwhile her phone was ringing behind her but she decided not to answer it, whoever was calling could wait. After removing her make-up, she took the script of the upcoming scenes and put it in her Prada Vitello Shine Tote Brown Bag, the inside of her bag was messy and confused as always, although the bag had a large volume, the mess seemed to follow Donna wherever she went.
She sat back in her chair and ran her hands over her face and then her hair, leaning forward and pausing for a moment. She was starting to get out of character. She sighed deeply, and she cried. This was something that usually happened after most difficult scenes, as she was going through an emotional storm as she embraced each character she played.
As her emotions unravelled she felt a physical release, a weight lifted off her shoulders, people telling her „you were great„ never satisfied Donna, she always wanted more. As she replayed the scenes in her head, she couldn't shake the feeling that she could have done better.
In the last scene they filmed, Donna had found the traitor she had been looking for so long, and was about to kill her, and even did kill her. But the lines affected her more than they should have. She was definitely needed a drink.
She wiped the tears from her face and took a deep breath again. She glanced around the dressing room, the dressing table was as far from organised as ever. Clothes were strewn about, the shoes she had tried on were lying on the floor. Disorganisation had never left Donna's side. She took her phone out of her bag, put it in her coat pocket and stood up. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and left the room.
When she got home, she switched on the lights. A dim ambience greeted her, it was already dark, and the light danced on the antique furniture scattered around the room.
No trace of minimalism could be found in this house. The walls were adorned with paintings, each telling a different story, antique mirrors and a collection of trinkets carefully arranged on shelves, like paintings in a museum. Thick velvet curtains wrapped around the windows with a heavy air, as if they wanted to keep the noise and light of the outside world inside. Behind these curtains, the cityscape appears like a dim fairy tale; the lights flashing in the distance are like flares signalling another world.
The floor was covered with shiny wooden parquet, which made a soft creak with every step, bearing the traces of years. She went inside and threw her bag on the floor, then took off her coat and left it on the couch. The large, patterned carpet on the floor, perhaps once transported to this land from another continent, was so rich and deep in texture that it dazzled the eye. The large walnut dining table on top of this carpet bore the traces of a feast from centuries past, with a finished coffee cup, some fashion magazines and the jewellery she had forgotten to take to her room after long nights. A huge candlestick in the centre of the table, when lit in the evening, filled the room with a yellowish light, like a spell that slowed the passage of time.
The large antique clock on the mantelpiece kept ticking away, it was past ten o'clock; it was as if time itself wanted to stop and take a breather in this house.
On the coffee table next to it, an old gramophone was conspicuous; Donna went over and gently put the needle on the record, and a jazz melody echoed through the room, as if the spirit of the house itself was calling out to you. Donna had switched on her usual jazz music and was now going to her bedroom to change into comfortable clothes.
She took off the dress and went to her wardrobe. Her bed was in the centre of the room and immediately attracted attention with its huge headboard. Made of dark walnut wood, this headboard was adorned with exquisite carved motifs; it was as if it had once been meticulously carved by a master hand, as if a story was hidden in every detail. The coverlet on the bed was made of exquisite satin and was a rich burgundy colour. On it were exquisite patterns embroidered with golden threads, each one suggesting that the bedroom offered a splendour fit for a king - or queen.
After changing into something more comfortable, Donna went to the dressing table in front of the window, sat in front of her oval mirror and looked at her face. She was tired from working all day, she needed to refresh. She applied some cream on her face and combed her hair, her plan for tonight was to eat something, take a shower and stay there for hours.
She left the room and went to the kitchen, took a plate on the wide marble counter and opened the refrigerator, since she lived alone, the refrigerator was not overflowing with delicious smelling food, since she worked almost all day, she did not even have time to come home to eat. She quickly prepared two sandwiches for herself and went to the living room. When she sat down on the couch, she had just felt the tiredness of the soul.
As she finished her sandwiches and took the empty plate to the kitchen, she was startled by the melody of the bell. Knowing who it was, she added a sly grin to her face.
She moved towards the door with quick steps and took a deep breath before opening it. Then she grabbed the door handle and opened it, it was Harvey. He was standing in the doorway. He was holding To'ak Chocolate, Caramelised Pop Amaranth. Donna's favourite. And in the other hand, he was holding Siduri. He had a flirtatious smile on his face, his eyes met Donna's and sparkled. When Donna saw Harvey, she felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breath catch in her throat.
She took a deep breath and took a few steps backwards, silently inviting Harvey in, Harvey didn't refuse Donna's silent invitation and walked in and closed the door, their eyes never leaving each other the whole time. Donna bit her lip and wet it gently with her tongue, as if in preparation. Harvey put his jacket on the coat rack and put the chocolate and wine to one side.
"How's Paula?" Donna said in a quiet, deep voice, her intonation showing that she didn't care how Paula was, it was just a courtesy call before they started. Harvey smiled and wrapped his arms around Donna's waist and pulled her close.
"She's seen better days." Harvey's hands went to Donna's hips and gave them a little squeeze, Donna smiled and closed her eyes and began to run her head along Harvey's neck, over his skin, letting the scent of Harvey's perfume fill her lungs and with a small moan she said, "Poor Paula."
With that, Harvey grabbed Donna by the hips and lifted her onto the storage bench of the hall train and they began to kiss hungrily. Harvey cupped Donna's face in his hands, her warm skin was enough to empty Harvey's mind. Donna grabbed Harvey's neck, then her hands travelled down his back, digging her fingernails into his back as Harvey began to kiss her neck, Donna's marks forming on the skin under his shirt.
Harvey didn't slow down, or stop. In fact, he held Donna close and continued to savour her lips hard. If Harvey's tongue was water, Donna's tongue was fire, destroying each other. They were letting them do it. It was forbidden, wrong, sinful, hypocritical. But it was irresistible. There was no excuse or explanation, it was shitty, but it was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
Without taking a breath, they continued kissing and touching each other as if they had been born for this moment. Every movement was seductive, flame, fire, burning, burning, burning.
They had become impatient, moving their hands so fast that it was impossible to keep track. Their tongues waltzed with each other. Harvey threaded his fingers through Donna's hair and held them tightly, while with his other hand he peeled off Donna's nightgown and moved down to her knickers, filling the house with a great moan. Donna's moan drove Harvey crazy, and he looked up into her face, the satisfaction on her face was more real than anything else.
As Harvey continued, Donna's legs swung round Harvey's waist, the moans became less and less frequent, and her voice grew louder and louder, and as she was about to put her hand away, she bumped into the wine Harvey had brought, and the bottle of wine rolled over and fell to the floor, Now the floor was red and cracked, the two of them didn't seem to mind, Harvey grabbed Donna tightly around the waist and lifted her up and carried her into the lounge, where Donna ducked her head and met her lips with Harvey's. Harvey pushed Donna down on the couch so as not to hurt her - but not too slowly - and looked at her face for a few seconds. She looked hot, with her hair dishevelled, her eyes hungry, her lips wet. Harvey climbed on top of Donna and continued to kiss her.
Donna stroked the back of Harvey's neck and murmured close to his ear.
"I wish you belonged to me." Meanwhile Harvey was stroking her crotch with his fingers.
"Only mine." she said.
Harvey looked up into Donna's face and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I'm already yours," Harvey said, yes, his heart belonged to Donna, but that didn't mean that Harvey slept next to her at night, woke up next to her in the morning, ate breakfast with her, lived in the same house. Harvey only came to Donna when he could, when Paula wasn't there, or when the paparazzi weren't chasing him. Harvey could only have his relationship with Donna in the dark, in the shadows, underground. Not in the centre of the spotlight. They couldn't walk hand in hand, they couldn't have a meal in an ordinary restaurant, they couldn't sit with mutual friends and have a good time, they couldn't even spend proper time with each other, let alone with friends.
Donna stopped, looked into Harvey's eyes, wanted to get lost in them, wanted to be completely his. She placed a long kiss on his lips.
"Your soul, yes, your body, sometimes. At times like this." Harvey interrupted Donna.
"That's the way it has to be," he said in a firm, stern voice.
"At this time, a divorce from Paula would do more harm than good for my career, for my presidential candidacy. I have to win this election, Donna."
"I know," Donna said, sounding unconvinced.
Otis, Harvey's father-in-law, had put everything on the line, so Harvey's divorce from Paula meant that all support was gone. Harvey could have done it alone, after all, he was running for president now, but now he had to listen to his head instead of his heart.Otis's opportunities were beyond Harvey's wildest dreams, he had many contacts, they opened new doors for Harvey, which in turn brought new votes.
"I know you know, you put up with it and I appreciate it." Harvey gently stroked Donna's leg and went back down again.
"But right now, here, in this situation, I don't want to talk about it." Donna smiled and returned Harvey's touch.
"You're right," she said and kissed him again with the same hunger. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding. Donna bit Harvey's lip and surrendered her body to him. She put her head on the headrest of the couch and moved to a horizontal position so that Harvey was completely on top of her.
"Fuck me." she said, Harvey smiled and peeled off her nightie, by the time Donna realised Harvey had already thrown her panties to the floor, he was fast. This turned Donna on even more than she already was, she wanted more, she could feel the hairs on her body standing on end. She moaned, her moaning didn't stop Harvey.
Harvey lowered his head and moved his head closer to her pussy, first stroking her clit and making her come, then moving his fingers inside. Donna's eyes glazed over with pleasure, feeling her soul leaving her body. She burned with passion, burnt to ashes and rose again like a phoenix.
Harvey came closer this time and shook Donna's world with his tongue, his thrust between her legs making her forget where she was.
She moaned, and even that was no longer enough. She hadn't even realised that she was squeezing the edges of the seat with her hand, every time Harvey touched his tongue Donna threw her head back and moaned into her mouth, cursing. She forgot how to breathe.
Then Harvey thrust his own hard cock into Donna, and that was the final blow that drove Donna mad. She didn't even recognise herself anymore. She was over the moon. She came. He made her come. Over and over.
"Harvey..." Donna moaned.
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Meanwhile, while all this was happening, Paula was in a therapy session. She didn't even know how many sessions she'd had with Dr Joshua. She had been coming to the therapist and taking medication since she lost her mother when she was young.
Paula paused for a few seconds and tried to find the right words.
"Harvey..." she said almost in a whisper. "He's very busy at the moment. He's having trouble making time for me, for us." She paused and took a sip of her water.
"He's also stressed, a lot. I can't even find a dialogue between the two of us these days that isn't tense." She bit her lip, it was sometimes difficult to open her emotions.
"I know being a presidential candidate is tiring and pressurising, and he works hard for it. But I want him to make time for me on the rare occasions when he's free, not act like a dick."
Dr Joshua nodded in understanding and listened intently to Paula, their relationship was not exactly healthy, or communicative. Obviously they were both having difficulty speaking.
"I understand, this is a really difficult situation and understandably it seems to be affecting you a lot. It is normal for Harvey to be very tense at this time, but his relationship and communication with you can be very affected."
"Your tense conversations are probably a sign of this. And the fact that Harvey doesn't have enough time for you is also a sign of this tension."
"It is understandable that there are some problems in your relationship at this time. However, in order to find ways out of this situation, both people need to talk about the problem and make an effort. How is your sexual relationship?"
Paula laughed characteristically, she hadn't been with Harvey for a long time. Harvey was always busy, sometimes coming home late at night, or Paula was fast asleep from the drugs, or feeling tired.
"It's not well. We both have our reasons. He's very busy and I'm..." The medication was making Paula reluctant, it was a side effect of many of the drugs, but it was harder to articulate than she thought.
Dr Joshua nodded. He understood what Paula meant but he wanted her to say it out loud.
"And you...?"
"And I... I don't desire it most of the time, and that's why we have some of our disagreements. Harvey gets angry at me for it, but that's how I feel." Paula said in one breath, and even though it was hard to say it out loud, it felt a little better.
"Look Paula, as much as you hate to hear it, the key here is to identify these problems, talk about the causes and make an effort to mend any resentments. Talking about your sex life, especially with your husband, is very important at this point. Sexual intercourse is not only about a physical connection. It should also involve trust, love and mutual respect. I think talking about what the problem is is a step towards solving these problems," said Joshua, who had been Paula's therapist for years.
Paula took a deep breath, these issues made her feel like she was suffocating. "The problems are my medication. They make me reluctant, a soulless ghost, as Harvey would say. "
"This is compounded by Harvey's attitude towards these drugs. Have you asked him what he thinks about the necessity of taking them?"
"He thinks I should stop taking them, he thinks I'm cured. But trying to explain that the voices in my head won't stop without medication is like talking to a wall."
"It may be difficult to understand Harvey's underestimation, but he needs to know that you need support and understanding. Try to give him the facts about depression and explain that it is a medical condition and you need professional help. You can also tell him that stopping medication is not a realistic option for you at this time. We have come a long way Paula, and Harvey's refusal to see that is a communication problem in your relationship."
Paula shook her head, miscommunication was their worst enemy. Harvey didn't talk about his thoughts, he didn't share his fears, his feelings, he kept them in a closed box, and Paula had stopped trying to open that hidden box.
"Where is Harvey now?" Joshua asked.
"He's not here yet, he's busy, the election's coming up. He said he was working on something."
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Harvey was on top of Donna, they were in the bedroom, all the duvets and sheets were on the floor, so were their clothes, sparks flew every time their naked skin touched. It was like a volcano erupting. Donna was wearing only a black lace bustier, the triangular lace work surrounding her chest covered her entire upper part. The crosses on the front of the bustier were drawing a path to her big breasts. The lace band at the bottom of the bustier sat slightly where her navel was, giving it a bold look.
Harvey looked at Donna breathlessly, the sexiness of her body had been driving him wild all night. Donna was wet and Harvey was still inside her, Donna wrapped her legs tightly around Harvey, refusing to let go. Her hands were unintentionally leaving scratches on his back. Donna was sure Paula wouldn't see them. When it all began, Harvey had made a promise that he would not sleep with Paula as long as he was with Donna.
The intimacy between them echoed around the room like a storm, each touch, each glance, each kiss drawing them deeper and deeper. It feels as if the flow of time has slowed down and the world revolves only around them. Nothing can ever be the same again. That moment, when they surrender to each other, when they fuse with their whole selves, is the moment when two different universes merge and become a single whole.
At that moment, they felt as if the world had stopped and only their breath, their heartbeats and their passion for each other remained. Every contact, every look, every kiss strengthened the bond between them; their attraction for each other grew bigger and deeper with each passing second. It was a moment that could not be expressed in words, a moment that could only be understood by experiencing it, a moment of integration, a moment of fusion.
As their breaths mingled in a faster and more irregular rhythm, the temperature on their skin began to rise. His touches were no longer as cautious as before; with the courage of lust, slowly pushing the limits, fuelling the fire. As their fingertips wandered with the desire to explore every inch of skin, each contact created echoes that reverberated deep within their bodies. The passion that had accumulated inside them, growing like a fireball between the bodies, gradually enveloped their entire selves.
The temperature inside the room increased, the tension in the air became palpable. Their hearts, as if trying to restrain the passion inside them, but at the same time, with each stroke, the fire was fuelled a little more. When their lips met again, this time the kisses were more demanding, more greedy, as if they were trying to go a little deeper, to feel a little more, for fear of being torn apart. Every breath is as if they are taking a breath to increase the fire inside them a little more.
As their bodies rubbed together, every contact of their skin sparked. As Donna ran her hand over Harvey's back, her fingers carefully traced each muscle, each line, as if she were mapping the body in secret. This contact felt like an electrical wave spreading through their bodies, each touch causing the fire to grow even more. Eyes, lips, hands... All moved in the same rhythm, mingling, merging into one organism.
The breaths are now entangled, intertwined; one inhales and the other exhales, and this cycle has strengthened the bond between them. They pressed their bodies against each other with fiery passion; both wanted to feel more of each other's warmth, to go deeper. Each contact created a feeling different from anything before, more intense than ever. It was as if, as they touched each other, everything made sense; the rest of the world disappeared, time stopped, only that moment remained.
The touches were now uncontrollable; the wildness of passion was reflected in each of their movements. The lips went a little deeper after each contact, the breaths became more frequent, each contact, each kiss, echoed in every cell of their bodies. It was like the eruption of a volcano; the lust inside them overflowed, enveloping them both completely. The bond between them was too intense to be described in words, strong as if they had left this world.
Even in that moment when it was all over, when their bodies were still wrapped around each other, the fire that resonated within them did not die out. Their breathing was still irregular, their hearts were still beating at the same rate. Lips still touching each other, hands still exploring each other. The fiery moments had left indelible marks on their bodies, minds and souls. It was not only a physical union, but also a moment when their souls merged somewhere deep inside, becoming a single entity.
As time passes, their worlds remain more and more entangled with the impact of this moment. Their lips slowly part, but the bond between them, that invisible bond between them, is never broken. With their bodies wrapped tightly together, one can still feel the echo of the fire and passion burning inside them. This moment remains as a moment when two different souls come together and become a single whole, a moment experienced at the peak of fire and lust.
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Harvey played with Donna's hair while she lay on his chest, a stupid smile on both of their faces. They stared at the ceiling.
"With you I forget who I am, what I was, what I'll be, what I'm fighting for," Harvey said softly, his voice deep.
"My responsibilities, my self, my principles. You're turning my world upside down, Donna." he said and looked into her face, there was love in her eyes now, love and love with passion.
"With you, I'm no longer a presidential candidate, a model husband, a decent son-in-law. I'm Harvey. Just Harvey. pure and simple. And the way we do it, in a very dirty way, makes me question who I am sometimes... But then I see you, and I touch you, and I remember." He took the hair out of Donna's face and tucked it behind her ear.
"I love you, Donna," he said, meaning every word. Donna looked at him, smiled.
"I love you, Harvey."