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infatuation.
I awoke with the sounds of birds chirping, the sun light hitting my face creating a sense of burning within my skin. Heavy weight on my chest, literally. A head full of hair came to my line of sight as I cast my eyes down.
Exigencies of yesterday flood in my mind. How stupid was I? To get drunk and beg the person I loathe to fall asleep in bed with me.
Lifting my head up from the pillow only to be welcomed by the irksome pain of a migraine. Crashing my head down my pillow once more as well as to close my eyes, attempting to ease the pain.
A muffled groan I heard beside me. He started to slowly rise from his laying position. "You awake?" His morning voice questions.
Mentally rolling my eyes, I sat up and stretched my arms. Stood on my feet and walked towards the bathroom to start my day.
I did not want to talk about his partiality towards me, nor did I long to hear him utter the sentence another round. Though my plan of apathy will soon come to an end, if my memory served me right Stavros Koenig will stop at nothing until he gets the confrontation I know he deserves.
Coming out of the bathroom looking fresh and neat. I quickly head to the vanity to brush my rumbustious mane.
"So when are we gonna start talking about it, after your feign act of ignorance?" I cursed the gods.
Placing the brush back into it's original position as I grab my compact powder in the other hand. I could only act for so long, I best keep it that way. Any woman born in the mafia will know about the infamous temper these arrogant men have. I am only blessed to be in a family that treats women with respect, others... well they aren't as fortunate.
I swam in my pool of thoughts deep in that I had not noticed him calling my name until his hand latched onto my exposed shoulder. Promptly spun me to face towards him in my faux fur swivelled chair, take aback with the abutting distance of his face is to mine.
"When will you be mine?" Without hesitation, he asks.
"I never will,"
I could only bear the amount of intensity his eyes held as he stared into mine. His brows softening from their scrunched state. A look of determination paints his face as he held my right hand in his, slowly lifting it to his lips to plant a featherlight kiss. My heart unbearably pounding within my chest.
Damn my hopeless romantic self...
"Even if I ask politely?" Though both of us knew he never will, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. "Sure,"
Playfully, I roll my eyes. Turning back to the vanity to brush my hair. Though I may not have seen him openly staring at me, I could feel it. His eyes dangerously burning holes into the back of my head.
My breathing became uneven as he placed his gigantic hands on my waist, firmly gripping me in place. Warm breath gently blew on the base of my neck. Never had I been so relaxed. Placing down the brush, I dip my head to lean on his shoulder.
I hum in satisfaction, "This feels nice..."
"Does it baby?" His arms snaked their way around my waist. We sat there, staring at ourselves in front of the wide mirror. It wasn't... off. It felt natural.
Before we could even comprehend what happened, the door busted open.
"Hey échete dei Stav?" Damocles walked in while his eyes cast down, putting on his watch.
Faster than Usain Bolt, I pushed Stavros away from me with a great amount of strength. He went flying to the floor, only to regain his consciousness as he stood up and acted as if we weren't cuddling before.
"Ti sto diáolo mánka! I searched the globe for you. Where had you been?" His eyes then drift into mine, "And... why are you in my cousin's room?"
Stavros' once soft eyes turned into steel. His face morphed into an expression I often saw him wore. No longer was he the man I witnessed earlier, He became Schólio Koenig.
"I hold no obligation to answer. Come." He stated firmly. Domination, a pressing hindrance within the syndicate. A room with two respectable and domineering heirs to a family already gave me a migraine. What more could a room full of them cause?
Stavros gestured Damocles to go before him. Without any questioning from my cousin, he surprisingly obliged. Once he was out of sight, Stavros took long strides towards me. Cupping my jaw in his cold hand. I leaned more into it. His thumb placed gentle strokes on my cheek.
Men... Mafia men, can be soft. I believe that once all of the fellow species are gone, with only the two of you left, men like to be treated as babies. I've caught a few with their women.
He lifted me up from my seat, taking me in his arms that engulfed me whole. Slowly I wrapped my arms around his waist. Relishing the warmth his body held.
I knew myself that what Stavros claimed he felt for me was nothing short of infatuation. I venerated to enjoy my moments with him while he still is enticed with me. Once he is no longer, I will lead him out the door. I'm acquiescing in myself to tailgate my heart. See where it takes me. If I get hurt then... I get hurt. Part of me desires that he will not grant me failure, but rather show me that he is worthy enough.
He made space for the both of us, enough to still feel the warmth of one another. The back of his hand languidly glides on top of my skin, never once touching. Palm landing on my cheek.
My arms haul him closer, inciting our faces nearer. Our lips ghosting. I could almost taste the mint on his lips as it almost touched my own. He inched closer...
"Stavros! We have to get going!" Of course, he had to interupt.
My heart pounded tumultuously beneath my chest. Blood rushing up my cheeks, my lips parted, eyes pooled with unknown desire. I almost kissed him.
Is it wrong to say I was disappointed?
Still caught in a daze, my eyes accordingly shut as his lips came into contact with my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, meine Göttin."