Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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It's safe to say I'm quite fucking pissed.
The causation of this is primarily Damiano, then Vera. Secondarily, it's Elodie's little outburst and what she's put in place for me, but I'll get over that fast.
She's not allowing me to touch her until I apologize to both of the lovebirds, so intoxicated in stupid love that just causes distraction.
I stand by the fact that I did what I thought I needed to make Damiano more concentrated at work. He's one of my greatest workers, I'll give him that with no doubt. But when he becomes so distracted by his girlfriend that he starts showing up to work late and unfocused, I have to take matters into my own hands to make sure that doesn't continue.
Since then he's been more focused at work, though it hasn't gone unnoticed that something is brimming with him and Vera again. I noticed this before, but what Elodie told me just confirmed it. They're definitely talking, and considering he's told Vera about what made him break up with her first, I assume they have something going on again.
I figured that as long as he doesn't become distracted again and focuses on work, not making his relationship too visible again, I'll decide not to interfere with it. That wasn't because of what Elodie said nor because I feel bad for interfering the first time, but it's simply because I can't be bothered wasting my time and words dealing with their bullshit.
Elodie is confident in thinking she's making me apologise to both of them with actual means of being sorry, by not allowing me to touch her.
And God help me I'll be proving her right soon enough.
Restricting me from touching what I want is something I'll find fucking hard to accept and get used to. Especially when it comes to her.
Lately, all I can think about is her. Elodie. I don't know what the hell this new feeling is when I think of her, but it brings me to her more. I'm attracted to her, I know that. I've known that for a while now, but this is different from just attraction. It has to be. I feel somewhat connected to her, and I've never felt like this with anyone else.
But this feeling of connection makes me wonder if it isn't just me who feels like this. Does she feel similar? Can she explain what it is she's feeling, unlike I can?
I realize I've let my thoughts overtake me when I'm sitting at my desk, in my office, blankly staring at the wall, unfocused on what I was just doing.
"Mierda, qué me pasa?" I mutter to myself, shaking my head and banishing my current thoughts from existence. I'm supposed to be overlooking the plans for our attack and I'm thinking of my infatuation for a certain girl who works for me that I happen to be actively fucking. (Translation: Fuck, what am I doing?)
That's what we're supposed to be doing. Fucking, that's it. So why am I thinking about her so obsessively?
I curse to myself under my breath again, blocking out the thoughts I'm having to help focus on the work I should be doing in front of me. My laptop is laying open before me on the desk, an open file on our plan for Italy spread onto the screen.
