Assassin [18+]

Confessionary

§Morgana Acampora§

Eros made a delicious risotto Milanese of which I ate three plates of. After finishing the first one, Cassian apparently thought it was a good idea to place his hand on my thigh but it's not the first time he touches me without my permission tonight; I mean I am supposed to be into him which would be a signal of please touch me, I'm a desperate spinster so in his eyes he's not doing anything wrong.

He has told the table about his travels around the world to find out what's next for tourism; if this guy's going to be my husband, at least I'll be traveling where I can find people to fuck me while he is in business meetings. An open-marriage without him knowing sounds like a great idea.

I hope Jack isn't upset when I tell him about this; we can always fuck.

"When are you planning on getting married?" Cassian asked almost making me choke on the eighth glass of wine of the evening.

"Um," I glanced at my mother and she was burning holes through my skull "well as soon as I find the right guy," it's not like a woman can have her own dreams apart from marriage right? We are only created to serve men and carry their offspring in true 14th-century fashion. How quaint. "But it's so hard when I've never been with anyone," our eyes met and his' glowed at my comment "that's why I'm still wearing my chastity ring," I looked down at the mentioned item which is only there when the setting is my house.

"You haven't had your first kiss?" this bitch was out of breath. He absolutely has a virgin fetish.

I shook my head "I've never kissed anyone," anyone that you might know, troglodyte who measures women's value based on chastity.

"Well," he grinned "that's something rare these days, especially with someone as beautiful as you," one: he just called pretty girls sluts and two: anyone can get dick you asshole, you don't have to look like Bella Hadid to ride a new cock every Saturday night. Someone can be artificially (you know physically) beautiful but have no fucking game or banter if you're British, without the latter there's no dick whenever you want it because you have to sit there waiting for a man to pick you. Ugh, disgusting.

"Well, momma taught me to save myself for the right man," HAHA! Maybe I can thank mommy dearest for giving me mommy issues and making me hotter to people but that's about as far as my thank you note can go.

"Well, we'll leave you to talk; I have a brunch to host tomorrow, and Dante has a lot of work," my parents stood up but Eros stayed in his place looking at his glass of whiskey. "Aren't you tired, Eros?"

"Not yet," Eros shook his head gazing at me "good night, Ava."

Mom wasn't so happy but she can't make a scene in the middle of dinner "All right then, good night," she waved and went back upstairs with my father by her side who was eyeing me worriedly as he climbed up the steps.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Cassian asked getting up on his feet.

"No," I shook my head with my eyes on Eros "it's too cold outside."

"All right then," he sat back down clearing his throat. "So, what do you do for a living Eros? Such a peculiar name."

"I get rid of problems," Eros took a sip of his drink.

"So you're a lawyer?" Cassian chuckled.

Eros nodded "Exactly that," his phone rang "Would you excuse me for a moment? This must be one of my clients," Eros walked outside with his phone stuck to his ear and back to being alone with Cassian.

"Alone, at last," Cassian took my hands in his' and looked into my eyes enthusiastically "would you like to–" saved by the fucking bell; his phone also rang.