*Angelina's POV*
"So how did you both meet?" His mother ask and I hesitate. She gives me a big fat smile, looking so pleasant but there is an underlying sadness. I saw it when she carried me up to the rooms. She tried hard to cover it up which makes it all the more obvious it was something big. Something that didn't just hurt her, but someone she loved. Or maybe she lost her favorite dog. She was wealthy and I didn't see a dog. A girl could wonder why. Yet they probably would've bought a new one by now. Wouldn't they? "Oh, you can tell me. It'll be our little secret."
"It's not really a secret. I thought Alex would have told you," she eases back, her entire expression going to shock before her eyes zero in on my face as if she is trying to figure out something. As if I am some strange being. I frown. Is there something in my teeth? "What is it? Do I have something in my teeth?"
She shakes her head. "No, it's just you call him Alex."
I shrug as I take another forkful of shrimp and pasta in my mouth. A diet is in order after this. I don't know if I can keep eating like this and be able to fit back in my clothes. My manager will kill me. But boy will it be worth it. This food is good. There is an explosion of cheese and spices in my mouth. I wonder if I can ask the chef for his recipe. Maybe I will try it at home in my spare time.
"Doesn't everyone?" I answer back a and she shakes her head. I swallow my food that now feels a lot heavier going down my throat than before. "What do you mean by no one calls him Alex? Don't you? I mean, it is the shortening of his name."
She laughs. "Oh no, he wouldn't talk to me if I ever did that," she shakes her head. "He's hardly speaking to me now."
Somehow I think there is something else to that story. But I am not going to probe deeper. It doesn't make good dinner table conversations. Although everyone seems to be engaged in some separate type of conversations.
I glance at Alex who has his eyes locked on me. Blushing, I duck behind the curtain of my hair. His grey eyes turn to silver and the effect is every bit overpowering and intense.
Can he look somewhere else? Other of his family members are noticing. His father turns to me.
"I didn't catch how long you and Alexander have been together," he says and everyone is suddenly quiet at the table. They're now officially staring at me. I may be an international symphonist but this attention from so many persons that look like or resemble Alexander is getting om my nerves and I feel as if I am being under scrutiny which probably makes sense since everyone is now whispering as well. It just feels as if I have to please them and I don't want to not do that. "I figure you both have been together for a long time."
"Oh well we have been together for a quite a while," I start, but Alex quickly finished it.
"Not that long dad," Alex says and his father raises his eyebrows at him. I notice that some of the other guys are doing the same thing at Alex. In his shoes, I would be nervous. I mean, they were just looking at me and my hand starts to shake. I don't even try to lift my fork, but he is the image of compose and cool. I wish I had that in me. "But long enough to know each other."
His father nods with pursed lips and I am struck by how closely they resemble each other. It's quite hard to think Alex and him aren't close at all.
"So what do you think of our family Angelina?" He asks and I swallow as everyone's gaze is once again piercing my skin. I feel a little violated by by them staring but I guess he has a good reason to ask and even though I feel uncomfortable I get what he's trying to do. He's trying to see how I would react and I try to school my features and collect myself. Most likely I don't look as cool and composed as Alex but I really hope I am close. I mean, these aren't strangers that only have flashes of light to show their faces. No, these are Alex's family. People, I really want to impress even though I know I will more than likely never see them again. "Not to put you on the spotlight or anything."
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Seventy Shades Of Steele
General FictionAlexander stared at her with that brooding gaze she was all too familiar with. He was once again in an immaculate suit which hid nothing of the strong rippling muscles that laid beneath. His grey eyes then turned to the stack of paper he had thrown...