𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 [IVAR THE BONELESS]

Chapter five; The dinner

»You're not rich until you have something money can't buy.« - Unknown

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Eliza found herself dressed in a black minidress, heels and crystal earrings. Her perfumes oozed of her past. With each breath she found herself almost falling into the memories of those days. Her dirty blond hair fell over her shoulder delicately in loose curls. Her eyes framed in charcoal ink in a fancy way. As she looked herself in the mirror she couldn't see the beauty in herself, she couldn't see that she looked like something that belonged in the fancier parts of Olso, visiting charity after charity. She saw the opposite, yet it wasn't her fault.

She couldn't wrap her mind around why she was currently dressed up and ready for dinner with him. She had been like Icarus and flown to close to the sun before, gotten burned yet she was doing it all again. The familiar honking was heard and she grabbed her goat and purse. She kissed a sleeping Hodge on the head before rushing out the door. With her heart in her throat she walked over to the car. Oliver opened the door and she took a deep breath before taking a seat. Relief filled her body when she saw that Harald wasn't in the car.

"Mr. Finehair will see you at his mansion." Oliver said, reading her mind as usual. She looked at him through the rear view mirror and nodded with wide eyes. He had promised her to meet at a public area and now she was driven back to his home. She kept fiddling with her dress the whole way towards the mansion she had visited once or twice in the past.

Eliza had never been a fan of Harald in the private since he knew exactly which buttons to press and when. She kept telling herself that she would only eat dinner and then leave. Stand her ground and then leave.

They soon reached large gates and Oliver pushed one button and the gate opened. Her chest rised and fell quickly as she then was surrounded by thick stone walls. They drove down the familiar road towards the grande mansion ahead of them. It looked warm from the outside. The light in the windows created a warm yellow aura around the house. The small lightning in the large garden looked like stars. Infront of the house were a fountain which were lit beautifully. Everything looked like a saga, yet it was filled with a nightmare.

Oliver opened her door and as she stepped out she hugged her coat closer to her body. Eliza walked towards the house, the door soon opening and there he stood. Looking impeccable as usual in a black suit, black button up shirt and the usual yellow scarf in his pocket. His hair was up in a tight bun and beard looking smooth as silk. He smiled at her and held his hand out as she got closer.

"Eliza." Harald said in his usual deep and rich voice. "You are something for sore eyes." He added as he pulled her closer to his body. His hands was around her waist and soon she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "I've missed this." He added and she swallowed. She felt betrayed by her body who still reacted the same even after everything.

"You wanted to talk about business." Eliza said and cleared her voice which caused he chuckled.

"Always so eager Eliza." Harald said as he pulled away. "Not that I mind. Dinner is ready." He said with a wink. He held out his arm and without a second thought she ignored it and walked towards the large dinner room herself. A smirk spread across Harald's lips before he made his way after her.