Reality.

Girlfriend not girlfriend

Luke

I hesitated as I found my hand wound around the door knob, fingers wrapped tightly around the cold circular surface. Decision made, the knob turned and the door swung open, revealing the small rigid figure of the girl, Camilla, with occasional moonlight flitting over her face as the curtains lapped against the sill. I stood there, framed by the door, staring at her. Not one single woman had tried to resist me before. And in the interview, I thought she'd liked me. Then she started running away and things got out of hand. My heart pounded against my chest as I relieved the memory of watching her fall, brown hair whipping against the wind as her arms flailed to gain balance. I had run to try catch her, but I barely saved most of her head from the fall. Shaking my own uninjured one, I pulled out a chair from a small desk to the side of my bed, and sat down beside the sleeping figure. The moon seeped in again, illuminating her face. She was very pretty, with eyelashes so long that it reached beyond her lower lid, making me want to trace a finger over them. Her lips were pink and very much... kissable? No. I wouldn't do it with her if she didn't want to. I was a man with morals, after all.

A small bandage was bound around her head by my personal doctor, white against her matted long hair, fanned out on the pillow behind her. I looked at her curiously, wanting to know how her brain worked. Rejecting my hot self right in my face was a great insult already, and willing to climb a wall to avoid me was out of the question. I huffed a little and pulled out my phone, intending to check my Instagram feed, but my eyes couldn't stop but flit upwards from time to time, studying Camilla's face as her brows scrunched up and her face contorted with pain. I stuck my phone back into my pocket and somehow made myself hold her hand with both of mine. Her face slackened, and she fell into slow breathing, fingers curling tight around mine.

I watched her sleep for a while, a small smile finding my lips as I watched her face light up a bit, as if dreaming about hot chocolate. I couldn't resist tracing a hand over hers, feeling the callouses on her fingers. She'd worked in a farm before, I suppose.

She suddenly seemed very much innocent and appealing, and I couldn't help but stare at her some more.

~*~

I woke up at the first light of dawn, cramps exploding down my arm and neck. I had been sleeping on my forearm, with both hands still clasped over Camilla's, who was still in deep sleep. I pulled her hand away from mine as gently as possible, and made my way quietly to the door, hoping to reach the bathroom to freshen up as quick as possible. Closing the door with a slight click, I jogged down the two flights of steps to reach my destination, but was detoured by the ringing of the doorbell. Who would come so early in the morning?

I turned from the bathroom and jumped the few steps, past the dining hall to lobby, and opened the door.

"Luke," a woman with dark hair and equally dark glinting eyes wobbled into the house before I even invited her in, and threw her arms around me, pressing her lips hard to mine. I pulled back, disgusted.

"Janice," I said, holding her as arms length. "We broke up last week. I told you I don't really do relationships."

"Lu- Luke," she hiccuped, slurring her words, her cheeks flushed. I didn't know what I had seen in her before. "Buuut then, you said- said we're something different-"

"I have a reputation to not date girls for more than a month," I snarled, yanking her off me as she flung herself at me again.

"S-so?" she reached out a hand to touch my face. I leaned back, disgusted. "I'll- I'll break the trend."

"Leave," I said angrily, opening the door, still holding her away from me with one arm.

"Lukie," she hiccuped again. "Just one more kiss? One more?"

She pulled her arm away from my hand, catching me off guard, and slammed a kiss on me once more. I was too shocked to respond, letting her push me against the wall. Then I realized what she was doing and tried to push her off, succeeding only on the third time.

I glared at her, and, without a second thought, caught her by both arms and threw her out the house.

"You'll pay," she snarled as she staggered forward again. "You'll pay for ditching me. My daddy-"

I slammed the door in her face. I knew her dad, rich guy he was, always going to functions wearing stiff suits and ties, pampering his daughter with every miserable chance he had. I trudged back up the steps, passing the dining hall again. Clinking of cutlery against plate could be made out in my ascent.

It was Camilla in there, sitting in a wheelchair, the housekeeper standing patiently by her, as I had ordered her to.

She lifted her pretty head and caught my eye. For a split second, I thought she would smile, but she glared at me instead, her fork clutched in her hand.

"Had a nice chat with your girlfriend eh? Lots of fun I presume?" she asked haughtily, eyes trailing over the lipstick smudges around my mouth. "She doesn't know that I am here right? And that you are a ba*tard who sleeps with every girl you can put your filthy hands on?"

I winced a little at her tone, but replied just as haughtily, "I am a perfectly well-bred gentleman and don't you say that again."

If she wanted to play proud and hauty, I'd play with her.

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