You Are Mine

Chapter 7

Alain stood there still his eyes red veins were typically visible, and it made me wonder out loud, “I think sand got into your…. eyes…?”
I don’t know if he heard it or not but his knuckle sharply hit the window glass again which was on the verge of breaking. By him.
Without uttering a single shit. I opened the door, in concern. Before words could land he spoke up, “Your lover is waiting outside. The original one.”
WHATTTTTTTTT.

OUR jaw dropped in union. My and fake Mateo’s jaw.

But he didn’t care and walked over on us like storm.
Why are men so complicated?

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Mateo stood there supporting himself on the black sleek car. Those eyes were hidden under the black shades, as he spoke up, “Get inside Princess. We need to change for the family dinner, taking place in Hotel La Paris.”
How he even got into this family WhatsApp group where they are continuously updating each and every activity!
But without uttering any single shit I quickly sat inside….THIS IS AWKWARD AS FUCK!

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Mateo as usual, was in his new Armani black expensive suit. That made him look coming straight out of magazine with that hair fixing and falling around. He looked like a typical British Model with warmer skin tone. The man is hot, won’t lie. And those eyes…STOPPPPPP. It’s about mere days and soon he will realize again, I am not compatible enough for him, and then I will be left again in my boring life!

The car jerked hard, in the middle of the parking-lot allowing me to ENJOY the present. 
He parked the car.
And we walked inside. Stepping into the elevator for third floor, where they have made the reservation for big dining room. He didn’t spoke a word. And nor did I.
What do I even initiate….hey my trial period hottie boyfriend!!!!!
AHHHHHHH WHY THE FUCK DID I EVEN ACCEPTED THIS SHIT ON THE FIRST PLACEEEEEE. SOMEONE SLAP ME HARD PLEASEEEEEEEE-
The elevator opened.
And I plastered my, “EveryTHinG is Okay.” Smile, as we stepped into the biggest looking dining room. Where floor was covered with expensive Italian marble with modern furniture. Innocence dripping out of the bright and pleasant color of the lavish place, but wish people sitting here was as pure as innocent as the room here was. They were all playing their game selfishly, looking forward for what they want regards of other.

“Oh, my you both look so pretty and hot!” Aunt Isa exclaimed looking at us. “Matching outfits huh” she sipped the water. As I reflected my short-perfectly fitted black-till thighs dress whose sleeves were falling around graciously making it look the hottest polo neck short dress ever that matched Mateo's all black exclusive Armani suit! Fake Mateo sipping the wine glass, dropped it as he mouthed, “HOT!” and I felt fucking confident! Because that’s what the bestie is for!

All eyes were stuck on us, and that made me nervous as hell. How the hell does bride walk over the aisle ignoring thousands of eyes on her and the groom?
His hand snaked around my waist making my back burn on the ways his finger pressed around me. This dress is so tight and thin on my skin- I could feel his cold fingers pressing onto my waist, like tattoo. Claiming I am only his.
We walked together near the table.
He pulled out the chair, like a gentleman. Is he the same MATEO! I asked myself looking at his kind gestures because I don’t remember the last few months where he was any close to the word and act kind.
Without judging his past and present more. I took a deep intensefull breath, and made my butt kissed the comfy cushion seat.

“What do you do? You look like a model!” Groom’s sister exclaimed in a sexy voice while taking sip of the red wine like a young girl in London’s pub.
Why can’t I put fork in her eyes. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?
I sighed aloud. Unfortunately. Making it very obvious that I was annoyed with her presence, fuckkkk meee.
Why do I even care. And with that thought I cheered myself, and took the biggest sip of wine.