Calculated Coincidence

Thirty Two

LIAM SMITH

"For fuck's sake." I groan.

"Liam, my friend!" Andre walks up to us, his smile so big I wonder how his cheeks haven't yet fallen off. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

The man's wearing a white shirt and a light blue suit, which matches his weird, sparkly eyes. His blond hair styled back and that big, boyish smile on his annoying face. I glance at his polished shoes. At least he's done one thing right.

"I've almost mistaken you for a waiter." I grumble.

"And who's this belle femme?" He asks reaching for Alessia's hand, probably wanting to kiss it.

I take her hand away from his grubby hands before his dirty lips go anywhere near it. "That doesn't concern you." I say.

Andre takes the empty flute away from her and replaces it with a full one as a waiter passes by, placing her old one on the tray.

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper, Liam." The man whines.

"Alessia, and you must be Andre?" My love smiles at him, which only annoys me further.

"Andre Leroy to your service, ma reine." He has the nerve to wink at her, tilting his champagne towards her and taking a sip.

"Haven't you got somewhere else to be? Guests to greet?" I grit my teeth.

"That's exactly what I'm doing." His blue eyes twinkle with mischief. "How have you been, my friend. Have you missed me?"

"No."

"You upset me. Let me guess, you've been spying on poor, unsuspecting people through their cameras, haven't you? You voyeurish frea-" A song coming up stops him from spouting further nonsense.
Andre sets his flute on a nearby table. "Ma reine, will you give me the pleasure?" The irritating man offers his hand to my Alessia.

"Absolutely not." I say but Alessia passes me her champagne and bag.

"Yes!" She says eagerly. This has to be a joke.

I glare at him as he takes her hand in his and pulls her to the middle of the hall, a grin on his annoying face. I'll punch that grin straight off him. He spins her around and stops her with a hand on her waist, pulling her towards him, as he fucking winks at me. Scratch that, I'll kill him.

People step away to give them space as they start swaying to the rhythm. I abandon my untouched drink but keep hers safe and resume my glaring. Although when I take in Alessia's beautiful smile and bright eyes, I feel my features softening. My darling looks so happy and free.
I hate that it's that idiot she's dancing with but I'm glad that she's having a good time.

I take out my phone and search for a short video which will make the perfect revenge. Finding it, I post it on an anonymous account and wait for the magic to happen.

Guests have started to accompany them, dancing under the chandelier. The place has gotten louder, although you can still tell the businessmen apart from the people from the entertainment industry. My irritation doesn't subside as the damned song feels like it's taking forever to end.

When it does and the stunning woman makes her way back to me, unfortunately with that French bastard beside, but luckily for him not hand in hand, I feel a tight squeeze in my chest and my legs involuntarily make their way towards her. She's like a magnet, a force pulling me towards her. Like she's the sun and I'm just a mere planet existing in her orbit.

"Are you sure you're not too bored with him, ma reine? You'd have much more fun with me." Andre says, as I give Alessia back her belongings.

"I have a lot of fun with Liam." My love winks at me and I press a kiss against the side of her head.

"That's a shame." He tuts but doesn't lose the smile.

Alessia takes a sip of her drink as a waitress walks up to Andre, leaning in to tell him something and shows him his phone. Horror and amusement war in Andre's eyes as they stare at the screen.

His blue eyes find mine. "You traître." He says in an accusing tone.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." I shrug innocently. The video is of him singing Thong Song at the top of his lungs, only in his boxers.

"If you think that makes me look bad, you're wrong. I look mighty sexy in that video." He winks while the waitress walks away, holding back her laugh. 

"Oh my God." Alessia gasps, grasping onto my arm. "It's Naila." She rightfully ignores Andre.
I look towards where her attention is pointed at and see Naila holding onto Vincenzo Marchetti.

"Who's she with?" My heart voices her curiosity.

"I'd advise you to stay away from him. He looks like his favourite song is Gangsta's Paradise." Andre says and turns back to us. "Well, thank you, ma reine, for the lovely time we've spent together. I'd kiss your hand but your guard dog won't allow me to." He smirks at me.

"You can leave now." I urge him to finally go away.

"Yes. The show must go on!" The man sings, spinning on his heel and spares us from his chaos.

"Your friend is nice." Alessia says as we watch him start to entertain other guests within a couple of seconds.

"He's not my friend." I reply, causing her to giggle.

My eyes find their way to her gorgeous face as she wraps her arms around me, her drink empty and discarded on the table beside us. Her chocolate eyes glisten from the alcohol as she rests her chin on my chest. I wrap my arms around her body and bask in the feeling of having her close to me.

"Did you have fun dancing with him?" I ask, the jealous beast in me rearing its head.

"I'd have more fun with you." She pouts, her pink lips a temptation I cannot resist.

"Alessia?" My love gasps at the feminine voice.

"Do I look good?" She whispers.

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*author's note*

belle femme (French) – beautiful woman
ma reine (French) – my queen
traître (French) – traitor
Andre (French) – manly, warrior
Leroy (French) – the king