If I Lie : Book 2

8. I Like That

Sorry if the writing is so spotty, I should add in what happened at the show but I am one lazy bitch throughout last week to this Monday. I'm writing this at school because I don't feel like doing anything that just makes me uneasy, writing helps me feel better and get shit off. 

Eliza POV

I could see throughout the show just how uneasy Lita was, she looked unsure of me and I was in no place whatsoever to tell her what to do. She wasn't yet bound to the contract I made for her or the rest of the models. I wanted her to feel just as good and right about this as I had. 

By this point, I knew I had too much to drink and though I did not want to do anything because I loved my wife I felt the urge, the hunger to do something differently. I turned off my brain and let the mistress take over, that same force of a woman who wanted to abuse Ashley, who wanted to fuck her brains out and ravage her until her clothes were shredded on the floor, hearing her scream. That part of me loved it, loved seeing her be so submissive. That part of me needed to release so desperately. It saw a girl in the same light as Ashley when I first met her; Lita's guard was up, she's gorgeous, suspicious of everyone and everything, questioned the new world and what to had to offer her most of all how Lita looked at me. I was quite tired of not being who I was who my wife, reserved and quiet, still. Lita bought that out in me. I wanted to eat up every part of her youth and I intended to, tonight.

"Would you like to rest your feet?" I asked Lita. I parked in the garage and turned off the car. My feet were tired from partying after the trunk show and talking to everyone, my ears rang from hearing Darcy and Collin ramble on about traveling from Istanbul to Pakistan and other people telling me their plans about their own upcoming fashion shows. I had to act interested while talking to that new Tommi kid, some designer and blonde hostess for next week's Gala. They all hoped I would run the Met Gala this year but I was already wound up in my own show and getting the clothes ready for weeks to come. 

Lita was just as drunk as I was, the only difference was I could still drive from years of practice and experience that I knew how to drive while intoxicated although it still was wrong. "y-yeah I guess but I have to leave after and go back to the house, they'll be expecting me."

I shook my head and got out of the car. She waited for me to come to the other side to open the door and grab her hand to help her out. "sure thing." I locked up the car behind us as we walked away from the parking garage. We got back into the hotel and there wasn't a body in sight except for the receptionist as she sat with her chin resting in her palm with elbows propped on the desk. We walked past her and to the elevator.

"Which floor are you?" she asked. 

"I'm on the twentieth,"

"Woah," she whispered. 

I felt the need to put her mind at ease. "Lita what you saw earlier tonight isn't who I am they are just friends, people I work with that live differently than me, just like how you live differently than me. . . Fame has different effects on people and they sometimes like to show their ass, but who you saw at the table is exactly who I am, I want you to know I am a good person and I like you just for who you are."

Lita's shoulders dropped, eventually, a sigh came from her lips. She turned to me. "I expect things out of you too Liza but you're so confusing!" she was right. I am confusing and at the age of forty-something I still didn't know who I wanted to be but one man took that all from me. I wanted to regain myself, I wanted to find myself again. I was going to take it all back; I just need time. 

"But this isn't," I push her into the elevator and kiss her. For a moment she doesn't kiss me back and I tense up too. Our faces apart from each other as I look into her eyes searching to see if she was feeling the same way she was. I could see she was scared like a little kitten, unknowing of the world around her but just as mischevious and adventurous to play around with things that could or could not kill her, and just like a little kitten she played with me.