love & war | in progress

13 - gaston??

elizabeth

We spent a long night tangled in each other, but we never left the office. After our 4th round, he had wrapped me up in my dress and laid me down to rest on the leather couch he had in his office. 

I woke to his voice on the phone. I pried one of my eyes open and saw him sat at his desk. Although his pants were on, his shirt was off. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried not to move as I watched him. 

Angelo was so sensual in everything that he did. Even the way he leaned on his chair was giving me tingles. 

"I don't know, Jer. I've kind of-" He paused. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. Things are just a bit complicated."

This made my back straighten as I attempted to listen into the conversation. "You know what, fine fuck it. I will go to the ball with you. Wear white." And just like that, a piece of my heart cracked. 

How dare he? After all that talk about us being us, he throws it away not even two full hours after we have sex? 

Who the fuck does that?

I watched him with a half open eye. He ran a hand over his face, clearly annoyed. I wanted nothing more than to march up there and slap it clean off of his face. But I couldn't, I knew I couldn't. Because then he would know I was listening in. 

My body stilled for another few minutes whilst I pretended to be asleep until I could not take the boredom anymore. My body stirred animatedly, and I stretched my arms up with a yawn so loud and long it was almost comical. 

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a smirk decorating his lips. Why did the Lord make him so beautiful?

"Have a nice nap, gorgeous?" He asks me in that stupid gravelly voice that turns me on like a kitchen stove. 

"Yes, it was good." I speak.

He walks over to me, but I am already sat upright and pulling my shoes on to leave. A flash of confusion shines in his eyes. "I kind of/ have to go. I'm doing this thing with Amelia and Saron later." 

"Oh, alright. You want me to drive you?"

"No, I'll take my own," I walk over to the door and put my hand around the doorknob. "Bye." And i continued to walk away despite him calling my name. 

-

It had been three days since i had spoken to Angelo in person. We had texted here and then, but even then, i gave the driest responses I could muster. 

I was on the phone to Amelia as I walked into my house with groceries in my hand. "You have no goddamn clue, man. The gala is in two days; my life is a mess; my work life is a mess; my love life is a mess, and everything is a goddam mess and I fucking hate it!"

"Okay... Calm your tits. I'm coming over, I'll be there in twenty."

She was in fact, there in twenty. But not just with a fresh bottle of wine, but with gold silk, stuffing and a large box that read 'Sewing Machine'.