worshipping the devil

-eleven-

E L E N A

I stare at the perfect rose in front of me.

"It's so beautiful," I finally say to Adrian, who is still tucking into his food. I finished a couple of minutes ago. What can I say, I was hungry.

"The rose?" He asks and I nod.

"My middle name is Rose. My mom named it after her." My heart feels heavy to suddenly mention her. Then Adrian says the thing I never want to hear.

"Tell me about your family,"

I freeze for a second, before shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I don't dare to look at Adrian in the eyes because I know he'll say that I don't have to answer. But I want to.

"Um, well. My mom died of breast cancer when I was 6, and my dad committed suicide because of that a few months after. None of my grandparents were alive when I was born and I'm an only child." I avert my gaze from the rose and look Adrian in the eyes.

He doesn't look at me sympathetically. He looks at me understandingly and willing to listen.

"I have a few cousins but they don't live close. I guess my best friend, Miami, is like a sister to me. It gets quite lonely and isolating sometimes, but, you know, that's life," I explain, shrugging at the last part.

We stay silent for a little bit. I start to feel uncomfortable, and I really hope he doesn't want me to talk more about my family.

"Elena Rose Alexis. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He smiles at me, making me smile. I blush. "Do you want to order dessert?" Adrian asks.

"Is that even a question?" I joke, almost thanking him for changing the subject.

I've changed a lot since I came to England. I hardly used to eat, or take any care over myself for that matter. Miami would always be concerned about my health, and I would always say I'm fine. I knew I wasn't.

But now, I feel good about myself. I'm eating properly and I've gained some weight, which isn't a bad thing. I really have Adrian and Kat to thank.

Adrian's noticed too. He always asks me to eat with him at dinner, and he never asks if I've skipped meals anymore.

After our dessert comes, I turn my full attention back to Adrian.

"Enough about me. I want to know about you." I say. He chuckles.

"What would you like to know?" He asks and I think about it for a second.

"What do you do for work?" You'd think I know, living with him and that, but usually he works from home in his office.

"I own a modelling agency. Mattioni International Modelling." He says casually and my mouth hangs open.

"You're the owner of that? Holy fuck." I say in shock.

"Well, Mattioni is basically the name of the company." He shrugs his shoulders and I laugh in disbelief.

"I didn't even think about that." I reply. Then it hits me. All of those stunning girls in the meeting, were his models? Thinking about it, he must spend a lot of time with hot female models.

"So those girls in the meeting..."

"Work for me, yes. How do you know?" He confirms my theory.

"I had the pleasure of talking to one of them," I say sarcastically, clasping my hands together. I frown trying to remember her looks. "Blonde, tall, pale."

"Nadia."

"I really couldn't give a fuck about what her name is."

Adrian chuckles loudly, but I keep a straight face. I really don't see what's so funny. She was a bitch.

"I'm being the jealous one?" He jokes around.

"Stop it, Adrian. I'm not jealous." I then shake my head and let a laugh escape when I realise I'm acting exactly how Adrian was with the waiter.

"She was kind of intimidating actually. And quite rude to me." I say.

"She's just an air-head, don't listen to girls like her. I hope you stood up to her?" He reply's, finishing his dessert.

"Actually, no..." I drift off. "I guess I act different with girls. Apart from Miami, I never had any girlfriends so I don't really know how to deal with them." I shrug my shoulders.

"If she ever causes you trouble, come straight to me. No-one's rude to you under my watch, okay?"

I nod and smile at him gratefully.

***

Adrian kindly walks me to my room when we get home. By this time it's gone past 10pm.

"Thank you for tonight," I thank him. He leans against the door frame and smiles. "I had fun tonight."

"I'm glad. Me too."

I bite my lip, suddenly feeling a wave of lust come over me. I embrace it, and grip his tie, pulling him impossibly close to me. His hands grip my sides, and I can tell he's trying to hold back.

"Elena," he whispers.

"Just kiss me."

In a split second his soft lips are on mine, tasting and devouring every inch of them. I grip his suit in my hands and he pushes my head closer to his.

Our tongues connect and move together at a slow pace, making sure to savour every second of this kiss.

We take our time, the passion and longing for each other taking over. This is different form our last few kisses.

He pulls away and gives me another quick peck on the lips. Stroking my hair, he stares into my eyes and I watch how he licks his lips.

"You should go to sleep," He says and I groan in protest, gripping his suit fighter to stop him from leaving.

"I'm not tired yet," I argue.

"Elena," Adrian begins. "I'm afraid that if we go any further, you'll regret it in the morning."

I open my mouth to fire back, but he speaks up first. "I want this too. So fucking bad. But I want it to be special, not rushed." He continues to stroke my hair and stare deep into my eyes.

My grip on his suit loosens and I nod at him. "Okay," I say in a quiet voice.

He kisses my cheeks before leaving my room and starts to walk down the hallway.

"I guess I'll just have to take care of myself tonight," I call out to him, and I poke my head around the corner to see him snap his head around. I shut the door and lock it before he could say anything or come any closer.

I hear him groan in annoyance from the other side of the door.

He deserves it for turning me down.

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i was gonna upload this chapter tomorrow, but why not upload it now. i hope you don't mind.

what's something weird/unusual about you? i have scoliosis, which is a curvature of the spine, so i guess that's quite strange.

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