Sin With Me | 18+ | ✔️

3 • Use your words for me

The food is delicious, but I can't persuade my body to eat all of it. So I just end up poking the pasta with my fork while staring at the salt and pepper shaker.

The man from the greeting- not the god looking one- says something in italian and I look up when Luigi says my name.

My gaze meets the man that spoke in Luigi's first language, but when I see the insistent look on his face, I get bad vibes instantly, gulp and seek the eyes of my husband.

"Yes?" I answer, unsure.

"Get us something to drink from the bar. Bourbon."

I'm blinking, surprised. "What about the waitress-"

"Don't disobey, just do it. Now!"

My eyes dart to the attractive man sitting across from me while I got out of my seat. I don't dare to look at any of them longer then a second, even a second seeming too long. Especially the handsome man whose eyes I feel on my back the whole time I'm walking to the bar.

Don't be ridiculous, he wouldn't look at me. I should be grateful to even breathe the same air as him, he certainly would never waste a second look at someone like me. I can be grateful that at least my husband wanted me.

We know each other since highschool and he was the only one that somehow showed interest in me for all these years. He was my first boyfriend, first love. As he would say, he could've had every girl back then, but he chose me.

"Sorry?" I say to the barkeeper. When he notices me, he grins. The gesture made me insecure right away. Was he laughing at me? Do I look funny, weird, ugly?
"Three Burben, please," I hear myself order politely.
"Sure. You're here with someone?" He asks while pouring the alcohol, glancing up at me.
I try to smile slightly, feeling uncomfortable by remembering with whom I'm here.

"Yeah, with my husband right there."

He looks at the table and seems to find something- or rather someone. His smile fades and he lowers his gaze after a few heartbeats. "I see, ma'am. Here are your drinks," the barkeeper says, sounding distant now. I just shrug internally and take the drinks.

When I near the table again, all their eyes are on me, making me uncomfortable and insecure again. I give them the drinks, one by one. The italian man was grinning smugly when I leaned over the table to give him his glass.

Crusty old motherfucker. Better stay away from him...

I turn to the handsome stranger next and place his drink in front of him.

"Where's your drink?" I hear the deep, calm voice asking.

Surprised, I look at him and the others, just to make sure he really is talking to me. His gaze is fixed on me.

"I didn't-"

"Don't waste your time on such unnecessary questions. She's fine." I hear my husband say, staring me down angryly. I meet his gaze and lower mine a little.

"You can talk, can't you, Sophia?" The young god says firmly. God, my name sounds pretty like this...
Not sure what he tries to accomplish here, but I nevertheless answer hesitantly.