Darling Darlene.
At least to Dame her father, and her one friend that is.
But most knew her for what she really was...an egotistical bitch with underlying (pretty obvious) daddy issues and a kink for crushing spirits.
Not that she wasn't proud of t...
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I COULD feel his stare penetrate me, same as the humidity that hit us as our group of 4 walked outside. I could hear my father's deep voice, alight with pleasantry as he talked to Vincetti. I knew he was unfortunately not paying him much attention because he couldn't take his eyes off me.
My heels hit the cobblestone pathway leading us away from Bridgette's as we exited. I felt the heat of his gaze as well as the woman's right next to me, who'd given me a bit of a shock earlier. Our arms were looped together, something Willow had initiated, to my surprise. Had I gave her the impression that I now wanted us to be best friends or something? Sure, this was a bonding moment but for me it was strictly on a professional level. Did she want to get to know me on a more personal one, awkward shit like my favorite color, favorite movie? Surely she wouldn't want to know these things, none the less touch me if she knew my true intentions.
Sure, I definitely looked up to her career-wise, for how she'd started her business and how she was running it now, but I couldn't help but think she was stupid in the things that actually counted. Had she really had no idea the things her fiancee were getting up to and the things he'd eventually get into with me? Feeling guilty had never occurred to me ever since I'd laid eyes on her man, because she should have some idea at least, especially with that hound Rebecca around.
Rebecca.
Her name made something annoying burn in my stomach as I unconsciously tightened my grip on Willow's arm in my unspoken rage. When she stumbled a bit, I sent a apologetic smile her way and to distract her,
"So, what did you think of the restaurant?"
She visibly brightened up, "Oh, it was absolutely delightful you have wonderful tastes."
"Thank you and I'm so glad. I assume you rarely have time to go out and enjoy dinner for how busy you are, I'm sooo glad you enjoyed, what was your favorite dish?"
"The lobster risotti was....". Her words fell to deaf ears as I could almost feel his eyes harden ever further. Why the fuck was he glaring so hard? Was it how I looked in this tennis skirt (incredible, by the way), or the luscious red waves of my hair? No, he'd been fairly composed at keeping his ogling of me to a minimum, so that couldn't be it. Oh.
I felt my lips curve as I came to conclusion that the heavy gaze I was feeling was not out of lust, but fear or even nervousness. Oh how delightful. The curiosity and guilt must have been eating away at him, as he wondered what I and his fiancee were chatting so erratically about. He seriously thought a part of me could be blabbing away about the earlier washroom events, his erotic touches, his harsh reprimands, and the crude admittance of the affair he had with her in my mist. I'd personally make it my mission to make sure he was only involved with one person sexually besides his oh-so-sweetheart fiancee, and that would be me. I couldn't care enough about him and Willow's private affairs, because she obviously wasn't satisfying him enough. Of course, it'd be slightly suspicious if he stopped dong whatever it was he was doing, but that didn't stop the bile rising up my throat at the image. Once he'd get a taste of everything had to offer, he'd for sure see that no other woman could satisfy what I'd imagined to be an insatiable sex drive, not Willow or her.
