Dollface

Part 46

My lips part, completely taken back and shocked. I think for a moment as I furrow my eyebrows while staring straight at the bathroom door, what does he mean he doesn't have it? I thought Simon said all of my dad's workers have one? If that's wrong then why would he lie? Does he have something to hide?

My head keeps filling with questions that create a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, my silence caught Johnny's attention and he looks at me again.

J: Why?

His ice blue eyes glance at me cautiously, sensing something unnerving, in response I shrug and close my lips.

I: No reason. I just thought you knew.
J: I thought you knew since you're his little girlfriend. Surprisingly no one knows, maybe your dad.

He suggested, grunting as he stood up and stretched, then left me alone with my thoughts by walking out to check on the pilot.

Everyone who works for my dad has that tattoo, huh, Simon?

My hands tightly grip the fabric of my sweater, the more I thought about his lie, the more I started to think about the things he said before, though there was one thing I knew for sure and that is the more I think about him lying to me, the more it hurt my feelings. I'm not sure if I should confront him now or just sit back and stay silent.

My thoughts are then diverted as Simon came out of the bathroom and leaned against the closed door, his arms folded across his chest, staring at my frozen state with his dark gaze. I think he heard me talking to Johnny. Then again, nothing goes unnoticed by him.

S: Are you nervous?

He asks quietly as I look up at him, trying so hard to put on a neutral look.

I: No, not at all. Why?
S: Just a question, baby.

He croaked, walking over to me and stopping at my feet, not taking his eyes off me. My eyes peer at the snake tattoo on his neck, the same one the men in Brazil noticed. Last time I asked about it, he panicked and made me drop the subject, wondering what the hell that meant and why some random Brazilian knew about it.

Simon leans towards me, my eyes dart back to his, surprised at his sudden close distance, he pressed both hands against the arms of the seat, his face inches from mine.

His eyebrows knit together. He seemed to be looking into my thoughts with those eyes, and it made me even more uncomfortable now that I had something to hide from him. I swallow and pretend I'm completely unaware of my intimidated feelings.

But I was surprised to feel his lips gently kiss mine before he pulled away.

I: Hey uh... do you have a tablet or something I could use?
S: What for?
I: My music.
S: I think so, I'll get it for you.
I: Thanks.
S: Will you ever let me listen to one of your songs?

He moves away and starts to open a suitcase as he kneels on the floor.

I: Maybe.
S: Maybe?

He stands back up, walks over, and hands me the tablet.

S: Do you ever let people listen?
I: ...I asked my sister to check it out, but she doesn't really want anything to do with me.
S: What about Mr. Gates?
I: Too busy.

I press my lips together and stare up at his tall figure towering over me.

S: Will I get to hear it one day?

Simom leans down to my face again, this time close enough that our noses touch.

I: ... Maybe.
S: *sigh* okay.