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I smoked my cigar during dinner. I hoped the smoke would travel straight to her face and make her choke in a coughing fit. Then she wouldn't want to continue our dinner. She would head back to her dad, crying that I'm not her type or something about being rude.
Turns out it was the complete opposite. She didn't seem to mind the smoke at all. She wafted the smoke away and coughed only a handful of times.
Our waiter sent looks over at my cigar but he didn't dare speak a word. Mostly because he knew he would be dead if he uttered a word. The least he'd get away with is with a cigar burn, if he was lucky.
"Cameron's so called girlfriend needs a muzzle. She seems like a real bitch." She sipped her martini. She twirled around her olives as she waited for me to respond.
Our entire dinner has been a silent streak for me, I respond only with a nod, shaking my head or pulling my cigar aside so she can breathe for point two seconds.
However the second she called Elise a bitch I put my cigar out on a plate.
"Don't talk about her like that." I state.
She gives me a look. "Come on Alessandro. She's just a side fuck for Cameron. I know him." She waves off. "She'll be gone next week." She nods.
She doesn't know the first thing about Cameron. And for some reason I like to listen to her talk like a complete and totally fucking idiot.
"Don't care. Don't call her any names" I shake my head.
"What's she to you?" She presses.
"I train her."
"You train her? A Mercier." Charlotte gives an astonished look. "No fucking way."
"I have respect for her so you should too. She may be a Mercier but she is nothing like her cheap ass father."
"She must be something if you are so quick to defend." She mumbles.
"What." I dare her to say one more snarky comment.
"I said nothing Alessandro." She plays with the olives in her martini. "I'm going to head out." She starts to gather her purse.
She stands up and I stand with her. The dinner is over. Finally.
"Night," She kisses my cheek.
She walks away before she could see me wipe off her lipstick stain on my cheek.
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I make it back to the house much later than anticipated. I expected around eight or nine to be back, but it's almost twelve. That women could talk an ear off.
Loosening my tie I enter the room and light spills out. The lamp is on, which means Elise is awake.
"Did you have fun?" She greets.
She lays on the bed on her side and faces me as I walk in.
She purposely wore her skimpiest pajamas. Her straps from her lace shirt is falling off her shoulders as she lays down.
I avert my eyes, trying to not be a total creep. I turn into my closet and sit on the ottoman. I take off my shoes and hear a shuffle from behind me.
"So did you?" She asks like a nymph, wrapping her body around me. Her body wraps across the ottoman as she whispers so softly in my ear that hairs against my ear pricked up.
She watched me closely around my face for any sign I was even paying attention to her. That's when she noticed the lipstick. "I guess you did." Her voice came out sharp and acidic.
"Elise," I tried to hold her face. She wouldn't let me touch her.
"No, I understand. I was always meant to be a side bitch anyway." She shrugs.
Her eyes looked hurt but her face was stone cold. She obviously wasn't happy but wouldn't make any efforts that she was feeling that way.
"She kissed me. Not the other way around." I turn away.
"Oh, ok." She says with sarcasm coating every word. "But you still fucked her."
"Elise what? I didn't fuck her." I shake my head and look through her eyes. "Even if I did, what does it matter to you?"
Elise is so unpredictable sometimes. One day she wants me and the next she wants another guy. It gives me a headache. I told her I didn't want to be involved because she wasn't mine to keep, but obviously those words went over her head. I wouldn't mind being with Elise, in fact I would giver her the world if she was mine, but I have a guilty conscious. She wouldn't be here willingly if I never took her, and I can't love someone who has Stockholm syndrome.
But fuck me, she drives me crazy like no other. And when she gets in her flirty moods I can never really ignore her, I want to fuel the fire and drown in it, but I feel bad. I feel terrible for wanting it all.
"She's pretty," She sighs. "That's the first thing I noticed."
I let her talk. She's in one of her moods that confuses me.
"Alessandro, last night you came in drunk. Do you remember?" She watches me get up.
I set my watch on the drawer. I make a sound that lets her know I acknowledge her.
"And you said, I wouldn't be here much longer. Why is that. Do you not want me?" She lays on her back.
"You were never mine to keep." I look down to her.
"Right." She nods. "These short answers aren't really helping me, you know?" She complains.
I chose not to respond.
"Would it hurt to talk more than two sentences at a time? Or at least without an ominous sentence that means jack shi-"
I cut her off by kissing her. I couldn't control myself. I pulled my hand up her neck and squeezed on her jawline. Her lips melted with mine and I had to push her down to pull away.
It was like I was sucked into her abyss and had to crawl my way out.
"Go to bed." I shake my head and pull the back of my hand against my mouth.
With that I left her on the ottoman while I made my way to the bathroom to shower and clear my head.
I don't know how much longer I can keep her. With dad getting worse and my brain all scrambled from the emotional turmoil Elise causes me. I might need to give her back early.
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