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- Parts 31
*PREVIEW (CH. 31)*
"Leave. I'm not in the mood to-"
I walked out of the bed room, but the words died when I saw Star Struck standing in the entryway, wrapped in a long coat.
"Oh, Mr. Cross..."
Her voice slurred as she clutched the keycard, clearly running on whatever liquid courage she'd taken to invite herself right in.
"The hell are you-"
"It's Belle,"
she reiterated, like I gave a damn to know her name.
"How the hell did you get into my room? Don't tell me your father did-"
"No! H-he doesn't know,"
she said, stepping closer.
"Your uncle said you were only upset today about the news, so... I just thought I would cheer-"
She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes going big as she took in the beaten sight of me.
"-you up?"
Santiago.
Yet another man's name, and the absolute last one I cared to hear.
"And you listened?"
"No, it makes sense for you to be upset. That's okay..."
She chuckled, speaking in circles.
"You even got hurt so badly, too. Can I help you with-"
"You can't do a goddamn thing for me. Leave."
"No."
She adjusted her posture to look me in the eye dead on.
"You told me didn't like good girls? So... why would I listen to you now?"
I cocked my head, narrowing my eyes as I studied her slim frame intensely, letting the silence stretch between us until she shifted uncomfortably.
She was so much like the women I had before in the first run, it was almost uncanny to really look at her.
But more than that, she wasn't Amelia. And right now, that was the best thing about her.
"No... Keep bein' a good girl."
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, a sharp, eager smirk cutting through.
I made my way to the couch, pouring myself a glass of the remaining gin before downing it. I sat with my legs spread wide, waiting for the old routine to work.
Yet she stalled, eyes watching me sip from the glass.
I snapped my finger, making her eyes meet mine.
"You wanted to play with me? Come here or leave, I'm not gonna beg you."