Code Arhangel - FAMILY #1

2.4

EVA

As soon as he finished the show, he gave his seat to Ethan and came close to me, buttoning his shirt. I focused on each button finding its corresponding hole hiding inches from his skin. His movements were slow and perfectly coordinated. He touched the cloth as if performing a second and perhaps more solemn rite.

"So, what do you think Eva? Am I better dressed now?" he wondered slyly.

I took one last look at the ridiculousness being cheaply peddled before me. Too bad... he had the skills, the package but didn't have the brain to sell them.

"Well;" he insisted.

"Better ask your girlfriends, Damon."

A dimple flickered across his cheek.

"They clothed me."

"I'm sure of that".

"And they stripped me too."

"Good job to the girls."

"Hey, stop teasing her. I told you she's my friend" Myra shouted slightly drawing his attention to her.

Exhaling, I really wondered what the hell I was still doing in there. I had no intention of hanging out with guys like him, and I couldn't find a tiny reason to like the arrogant jerk who was looking at me like he was a lens.

"She's good, actually" Damon concluded, speaking not so much to Myra but to himself.

He took the bags from the pinball put them back in their drawers.

I had been patient enough.

I was tired and sleepy.

"Mira, are you done?" I asked my friend exasperated.

"We're just getting started, Eve," Damon snapped.

"I will take an uber. It's late and I'm tired" I ignored him, speaking to her.

"She wants to leave, Damon" Myra accused him.

OMG... "What does Damon have to do with it?"

"What do I have to do with it?" he agreed with me laughing.

"You start playing early, don't you think?" Ethan joined the conversation.

"Why not?" Damon wondered and bent his elbows to adjust his collar. A tattoo appeared on his forearm that wrote 'I don't feel anything' and as soon as he saw me looking at it, he took advantage again and came closer. He stood in front of me, ostentatiously holding out his hand. "This is my favorite tattoo. Do you like it?"

"Hey man, come on. Leave her alone," Ethan yelled.

"I didn't do anything, Doctor. I'm only asking about my tattoo," he defended himself and with the dimples partying on his cheeks, he leaned into me, annoyingly comfortable. "So, do you like it honey?"

It wasn't funny anymore. The whole thing it was dangerous. The jerk had to back up and turn his focus to someone else. Feeling his piercing gaze, I touched his wrist and turned his hand so I could see the tattoo better. His skin was fresh, drenched in the scent of the ocean that traveled into my lungs mixed with oxygen. A masculine feeling that was being destroyed by his narcissism. I raised my attention to his eyes were dilated and rivers of gray color tearing at the green forest, creating a deep angelic gaze against the weapon tucked into his pants. He was clean, smelled nice but still, jerk. I left him stepped aside.

Apparently, he used to aim low and always get what he wants with dumb rants and self-centered tattoos.

"It describes you perfectly, but aside from feelings that you haven't, I wonder if you have a brain?" I asked without waiting for an answer, I showed him from top to bottom. "You haven't realized yet how annoying you are and how disgusting I find you."

"Annoying huh?" repeated.

It was hard to digest.

"And disgusting" I added turning to others. "Either we have fun, or I leave."

"Let's have fun" Myra said motioning me to follow her.

I was at the door when I heard him say the number "thirty-one" and while I was sure he was talking to me I didn't even turn to look at him. After this whole fiasco I had no intention of ever stepping foot in his club again let alone dealing with the crap guys like him.