Cruella Oneshots (GXG)

Leave Before You Love Me

requested by @yniiix, shamelessly inspired by Leave Before You Love me - Jonas Brothers.

I'm not really sure when it all began. Everything is a blur at this point. Perhaps it was her bold attitude, her charming smile, or the lovely way she looked at me whenever we were working together. The flirtatious conversations seemed harmless, inoffensive even. Our connection was innocent in my head; just two coworkers who got along really well. Until it wasn't anymore.

It only took one night alone working late with her at the House of Baroness for my world to turn upside down in a matter of minutes. As soon as I noticed, my back was against my desk and Estella was right on top of me. Desperate kisses, hands pulling my hair as our legs intertwined like they were meant to always be together. I've never desired anyone like this before.

"This is just one night, right?" She asked breathlessly as her lips went down my neck. "No commitments, just enjoying each other."

"Yeah, o-of c-course." I replied between moans. "Just one night."

"Great." She smirked, an evil look in her eyes as her hands went even lower down my torso. "Then, let me make it remarkable, darling."

Boy, were we wrong.

One night turned into two, three, four. Our connection was far from being innocent anymore. Estella is insatiable, and I can't help but give in to her desires whenever she wishes to. Bathroom stalls, car backseats, the Baroness' office desk. We left our mark almost everywhere. No strings attached, just pure sexual attraction. It worked this way.

But, of course, I just had to make the worst mistake of my life: I fell for Estella. Hard. Now, even the smallest interactions give me uncalled butterflies. The way she holds the door for me when we're both going to the same room, the moments when our hands touch whenever we're looking for fabrics together. It's ridiculous, honestly. Whenever she looks me in the eyes, my foolish heart tries to convince me that perhaps she might feel the same, maybe her heart races as fast as mine when we're together. It wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?

However, I know I'm lying to myself. Because there's only one thing that Estella is better than sewing and drawing beautiful clothes: leaving me.

"Hey, good morning." I said happily while seeing Estella leaving my room towards the kitchen, already wearing the clothes from the night before. "Did you sleep well?"

"After last night?" She approached me from behind, arms around my waist as her mouth got closer to my left ear. "How could I possibly not sleep well, darling?"

She stayed the night after a long time, and even woke up in a good mood. Perhaps the wind is blowing in my favor.

"Why don't you stay for breakfast, then?" I asked while flipping the eggs on the pan, feeling her tense up behind me. "I'm making eggs and bacon, I know you like it. It's saturday, we don't need to work."

A few seconds were enough for her to get away from me, the comfort I felt as she held me now long gone. I turned my body for a moment just to stare at her. Her gaze alternated between my eyes and the kitchen table, I could even feel a slight glimmer of hope inside my chest.

Please say yes, please say yes.

"I-I..." She stuttered. "Sorry, but I can't. I have plans."

Of course. She always has plans. I'm never included.

"Oh, that's okay." I shrugged my shoulders, fighting the urge to cry in front of her. "I know you're busy."

"Yeah, very busy." She awkwardly spoke, scratching the back of her hair.

I cleared my throat. "You should leave now, then."

Estella approached me one more time, those damn green pupils looking at me like precious emeralds. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer, kissing my cheek softly and slowly. A small tear fell down my eyes.

"See you at work, dear." She spoke with an uncommon gentle tone. "Thank you for another amazing night."

She walked out my apartment door as fast as she could, not giving me the chance to reply. Tears rolling down my face like a river at this point. I'm pathetic.

What did I get myself into?

i'm not sure if i should apologize for disappearing for more than a week or for this depressing chapter. maybe both? nevertheless, i just wanted to let you know that i truly appreciate your likes and comments. we even reached more than 30k reads this week! that's so sick. thank you so much, and i hope you enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it (that's a little sadistic, isn't it?). stay safe my darlings!! M