DD's // SAUDADE

- TWENTY-EIGHT -

James jumped from the bed, hearing a bunch of footsteps outside the room. The familiar sound of Deetra's high heels messed up with his brain as he opened the door glaring around. Soon, he faced her as he grabbed her arm, pushing her into his bedroom and closing the door behind. Deetra almost fell down, but James grabbed her quickly, holding her against his silhouette. They both were starring at each other for some seconds, their faces as close as they could. The woman growled before pushing him away. James' eyes scanned his girlfriend; Deetra would rarely wear really short dresses or revealing clothes. He gasped, looking at her persistently as he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What are you wearing...!?"

James asked her with a half-opened mouth only to receive a chuckle back.

"Excuse me!?"

Deetra stepped closer to him, lifting her head and glancing into his eyes.

"Your dress is... quiet short and revealing -"

"And what's your problem exactly?"

"Well, as your boyfriend -"

"You're not my boyfriend, James."

Deetra spoke with a monotone tone and a serious face. James looked at her before laughing awkwardly, trying to keep himself back from crying. Deetra started yelling in return.

"What!? You really thought I'd sit down and stay in a relationship with a cheater!?"

"Deetra, my darling -"

"I'm not your darling, arsehole."

Deetra was ready to answer every time James opened his mouth, and words came out of it. The hitman rubbed the back of his neck in awkwardness as he saw her opening the door, ready to go out. The woman sighed and glanced at him for the last time. She was prepared to leave, but James' voice caught her off guard.

"W-Wait! I... Previously, I wanted to tell you that as your boyfriend, I think that this dress really flatters you...."

James mumbled while fiddling with his rings. Deetra glared down for a second, puffing as she started drumming her fingers on the door before talking.

"Thanks, James, but do me a favour and fuck off."

Her voice was bitter as she closed the door behind. The last thing James heard before lying in bed was her high heels and Lazaro's voice.

Isabella's eyes lit up as she saw her niece. She held her hands together in front of her chest with a wide smile.

"Deetra, my dear, you look wonderful!"

"Thank you, aunt Isabella...."

Deetra smiled politely before wearing her sunglasses, wanting to hide her sad eyes. Her brother was leaning against the stairs on his phone; Damon didn't dare look at her. He knew that Deetra would need some personal space after this whole tragedy.

"Are the two of you going out, dear?"

"Oh, yes, I thought that Deetra would enjoy some shopping."

"Oh, that's lovely!"

Isabella smiled wide with a sweet voice as Lazaro glared at Deetra and then at his wife with a nod.

"Don't be late; you know that you can't make all of them wait for you, love."

"I... I know."

Lazaro chuckled, not being in the mood to go and see a bunch of people he dislikes. He had to as the meeting was necessary.