Object of Desire

Chapter Fifteen : Patience

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What a night, a wretched night indeed. Embarrassed, rejected, and most certainly disappointed in every little thing. What more was there that I needed to do to have Veda wrapped around my finger the same way I was to her? She was tough to read, difficult to comprehend, and always fearful. But of what? Have I not been accommodating enough? I welcomed her with open arms and a wide heart, looking past her Catholic history and even her lying about it, she should be grateful for my grace! Yet, here I am, sulking alone in my room and working through the fall from my drunken motions.

I laid flat on my bed, glaring up the the ceiling as I loosened the buttons on my shirt, doing the same with my trousers and trying to relax myself. I had half a mind to march right down to her room and give her a piece of my mind, mentally and physically. Maybe the lack of eyes would make her more comfortable, maybe she'd finally say yes to me if I took that approach. Hells, when I cornered her in the petrol station, she was only inches away from accepting my offer if it weren't for her friend and that horrid job. What's the difference now? What changed? Nothing, that's what!

Shooting off of my bed, I rebuckled my pants and went straight for the door, nothing but determination and the little bit of alcohol fueling this continuous cycle of anger and sexual frustration. Taking hold of the knob, I reeled the door back quickly and found someone standing in it's absence. Through blurry eyes, I could have sworn someone placed a carnival mirror in front of my door, very similar features glaring back at me. However, he had a bit more height and a lot more age, but we shared the same grimace.

"Che cosa?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my weight onto one knee.

"Where do you think you are going?" Primo answered with a question, moving past me and into my room.

"I am going to talk with Ms. Clarke, I think she-,"

"No no," my brother took a seat in one of the arm chairs, easing himself down and groaning as he found some relief, "you are going to stay here and we are going to talk."

"First, it's Papa Nhill, then Sister Imperator, and now you are telling me what I should do? What about what I want?" I turned, yelling louder than I should with my door still open.

"You really think you are going to get what you want from Veda with an attitude like that?" He raised a painted brow, reading the situation better than I could.

"As if you would know how to get something like that. Take into account how many lovers you have had." I tightened my folded arms, my words coming out in a hissing tone.

"All of my lovers are cared for and have been given the highest respects I can offer. Even in pursuing, I was patient with them, you should be offering Veda the same treatment if you truly want something more with just her." Primo spoke in a low tone, gesturing towards the open door.

"She embarrassed me, in front of the entire Clergy!" I finally closed said door, accepting the lecture that was to come. Maybe I was just looking for an argument to extinguish the fire in my heart.

"A little humility will do you some good, Terzo." He released a hearty chuckle, his chest wheezing as he coughed.

"Che cosa significa?" My anger seethed and guided my next movements, taking a few quick steps forward and readying myself for this match.