Wild Bastard

20

Marina

I pick up my bag, and change into the ballet shoes that Lana gave me. They are very soft, so it's hard for me to get used to them yet. I can barely feel them, and it feels like I'm walking around barefoot.

I nod goodbye to Kate, leaving her alone with a whole crowd of visitors, and after giving the sycophantic Alex a kiss, I walk out the door.

The night is excessively stuffy. The stifled air is literally sticking in my throat, getting up my nose, and attacking my lungs. That's why being in an air-conditioned car is the best thing that could happen right now. Only the company is disconcerting.

I sit down in the passenger seat, throw my purse back, and only now allow myself to look at Matthew. I can't stop thinking about what he just did.

"I think you have me confused with Lana, Matt" I take the cigarette from his long fingers and take a deep puff.

The blue eyes are drawn into my face with interest, sliding down my cheeks and resting on my lips, releasing a thin stream of smoke in his direction. He lifts his head and draws it in with his nose.

"You two have the same stuff now, of course, but mixing you up with Lana? Why would I do that?" He starts the rumbling engine of an expensive car, which I'm sitting in for the first time.

"Why would you defend "a track whore"? As far as I understood, you only care about your relatives" I take off my ballet shoes and throw my feet up on the dashboard.

There's not much space here, so I just have to put my feet against the floorboards.

When I turn back to him, I notice the insolent stare that follows unashamedly down my legs, covered by my black breeches. My own ones. Wearing branded clothes to work in a bar is the height of frivolity and neglect.

"Well, we already figured out that you're not a whore" The bastard grin and takes my cigarette. "And I got the bastard out of the bar so that next time he would think twice before waving his arms."

"Maaathew, do I really see something of a real man in you?" I lean back in my chair, unable to contain my mocking tone, and allow myself to look at Lana's older brother for once.

Vicious lips stretch into a wide grin that I can't look away from for some reason. He looks normal for the first time. He's kind of perky and easygoing and simple. Subconsciously, I try to remember this image, because I realize that it's very, very rare for him to transform himself like this.

"I have something else from a real man, Rie."

Well, as soon as he opened his mouth, the haze of nobility lifted.

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"That seems to be all you have to brag about!"

"Because there is more than that! And when you feel me inside you'll understand what I'm talking about. "

"Shut your mouth, Matt! Sometimes I think you don't need to talk at all, because all you can do is talk trash! "

"Mmmm, and you seem to like it a lot! "

The bastard laughs, shamelessly licking my body with his eyes in those seconds when he takes his eyes off the road. I prefer to leave his remark unanswered. It is hopeless to argue with him, and it seems to only encourage him. And I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of arguing. Because, in fact, I find that I'm beginning to enjoy teasing him.

I turn away and stare out the window, trying not to think about Matthew's presence. There's no scent in the car, so all I can smell is a man's body odor. Even the leather on the seats is saturated with it, which makes me want to cover my nose with my fingers and not breathe.