Life sometimes gives some unexpected results, or might say bouncers at every point. It means we should gather much likely confidence, but what do you do when this bouncer comes upon you as a person?
The interior of the Marina was spacious, elegant yet comfortable just the way I thought. The colors gave a vibrancy of bright ones, which could make any person at ease.
But that wasn't going to be me.
Leo and I stared at each other. If any outsider saw us at this time, he would definitely think we were lovers, but Leo and I knew, we were doing our communication.
It was our way of communicating when we were in high school. It was our way when we were facing an awkward moment and wanted to escape it.
Just like now.
And it was really slaying me.
When we first stepped into the restaurant, Nyla had waved her hand towards us. I had just put my hand up, when the unexpected bouncer shocked me.
I had blinked so fast, that I was afraid my eyelids would come out and it would be so disgusting.
But he had grinned from beside Nyla's seat and I could feel my blood boiling. Only, he was having the power to annoy and angry me this further.
"You look beautiful, Amara." I had faked a smile, then threw numerous swears, under my breath.
And he?
He had first scowled, at our direction, but before he could think I would see it, he had just grinned at me. And obviously he had checked me out, from head to toe.
The table was a square one. And unfortunately, the arrangement was unexpected.
That's why, I was sitting beside Leo, while Vincent and Nyla sat next to each other. Yet, I was directly sitting across Vincent. If I could change this arrangement I would've done gladly so but as I was doing a favor to Nyla I kept my mouth shut.
Although, out knees were almost touching. I mean, mine with Vincent's.
But soon Leo's and my telepathy broke.
"You two are such lovely couples." My head jerked towards Nyla and I could feel Leo's eyes bulging out.
"We aren't!" He and I both said in unison.
"Really. You both could-"Nyla's chuckle suddenly became a scowl.
"Are you okay?" Leo gaze was trained on Vincent, a deathly gaze in fact.
She nodded.
Then I realized, Vincent had kicked Nyla under the table and much to my surprise, Leo had seen it and had cared.
Before I could say further, Nyla said, "I hope you don't mind that I asked Vincent out."
"Yes that's completely fine." It wasn't a bit fine to me.
"They're okay Nyla."
Only then, I looked over to Vincent and couldn't take my eyes off him. I meant to scowl at him but I was afraid that there even might be a small drool.
He looked delicious.
He was dressed in a black sweatshirt with the buttons unopened, giving a treat to one's eyes. His chest was smooth and a black ink was peeping through it.
Was he also in tattoos? Cool!
His eyes caught mine and the heat from yesterday quickly flowed like a charge. My mind instantly went to a different sexual scenarios and positions, all involving him and me. Any other women, bothered me.
I bit my lips, stifling a moan as my pussy throbbed for some rough penetration.
His eyes became a darker grey and moved to my lips. He wetted his own lips and it could something erotic, I could've never imagined. Our eyes fixed at each other's eyes.
"You there?"
I looked over to Leo, who smiled at me wickedly. I was going to curse him, but quickly smiled and nodded.
Looking over to Nyla, I could see the smile at her perfect lips. But the knowing smile was directed not at me, not at Vincent, but to Leo. And he was smiling back.
Still, something was not genuine behind Leo's smile. The perks of being a best friend. I leaned towards Leo and whispered in his ear.
"What was that?" I tapped on his shoulder.
He winked, "She doesn't know I'm not into girls."
"So?"
"I'm gonna find about her about what's exactly unsettling about her."
"Huh?"
"You're still naïve." He hit the back of my head.
I rolled my eyes and focused on Nyla and Vincent, to find the former smiling, while the latter sitting with a grim expression.
The table suddenly became a lot more awkward, but Nyla ended it.
"What's your and Mr. DaSilva's relationship?"
"Please skip the honorifics." Leo shrugged.
"Sure." Nyla looked over at me, "What's your relationship?"
"Well, we are like forever best friends." I smiled.
"Really?!" She looked too happy, "Vincent's also my only friend and same goes for us."
Vincent rolled his eyes, but nodded and grinned. His smile was so big, that I thought his face would break off. And I told myself repeatedly, it didn't matter to me.
The conversation from then flowed on swiftly jumping from one topic to another – business, politics, relations but not our past. It was normal to hide secrets from even our family, so it didn't mean we go on rattling about our past to just met acquaintances. So, we avoided the past at all costs.
But it also didn't mean, during the conversations, until lunch arrived, my attention was solely focused on the conversation.
It wasn't.
Cause, someone's eyes was full on scanning me as if undressing me by just sitting there. I felt naked under his gaze and like the woman I am, I was holding his gaze.
Undressing him myself.
It was as if we were two warriors were fighting in a battlefield and neither one us wanted to back down. Too much? I guess so.
But I wasn't someone who would back down just because I didn't want to have a commitment, cause sex was always open for me. I still wasn't sure, what this sudden heat that made me so horny, actually was, but I knew, the whole Vincent Thompson was problem.
So, I stood up my grounds.
"Good evening, Sir!" A chirpy voice said, quite enthusiastically.
Our gaze broke and each one of us, looked over to see a very curvy waitress, batting her eyelashes towards the Vincent and Leo.
She was incredibly curvy and the short dress fitted to show off her boobs and long legs. She was good looking, but excuse me, I was already irritated.
"Hello!" I called her sweetly and kissed Leo's cheek, "My fiancé here has allergies to very curvy and nosy women, so, can you please switch with a waiter?"
She looked surprised but quickly recovered herself and gritted, "I'm not nosy." She flipped her hair.
Now, it was truly getting irritating because Leo wasn't even telling he was pansexual, but he was quite enjoying my annoyance. So, I gave her my best smile and said.
"I may not be the owner, or maybe British, but I could damn well fire you right now. Girl, you are young, so, do your work, diligently. Don't flirt with my best friend. Got it?"
There was a dead silence and my face was bright red. I wanted to scream at her, and yell at her with every fury inside my body, but it all came out very calm.
"Sorry and thank you, Ma'am." She bowed silently and went away.
Leo kissed my cheek, "I was better off as your fiancé, you know."
"Dumbass." I rolled my eyes.
"That was a great performance!" Nyla applauded, "and, I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Our family runs this restaurant –"
"I am so sorry, Nyla! I didn't know." I was indeed surprised that the Marina was owned by her family.
"– but you did the right thing. She first greeted these boys." She didn't even hear my apologies.
"We are not boys." Vincent mumbled, so, nobody could hear, "She's something."
His eyes met mine and he smirked, leaning a bit towards me.
I bit my lip. Hard.
First, his warm, smooth and large hands rubbed my knees in slow circles, sending charges directly to my pussy. Then his hand slowly moved upwards, rubbing the insides of my thighs and bunching my tight skirt in the process. I clamped my legs tight, but he was still persistent.
All this while, he smirked and his darkened gaze was fixated on mine.
"Are you okay?" Leo looked over to me, concerned.
I nodded.
"Why are you sweating then? Your face is red."
Just then, his hands moved away and his grin replaced his smirk. His eyes were twinkling, while I breathed rapidly. I touched my face and indeed there was a bead of sweat running down my forehead, my face, very hot.
Yet, I wanted his hand back, which was definitely not good.
"I wasn't feeling good. Now, I'm fine, maschio."
Leo raised his eyebrows, his expression grim but settled with an "Okay."
Soon, a waiter came and Nyla started giving him orders to serve everything, keeping in mind something British, delicious and worthy. Her exact used adjectives.
Although, my ears were towards Nyla, hearing everything, my eyes were completely focused on Vincent, who was still smirking. He didn't knew me, but I could tell there was an attraction. And, so, he didn't knew, what I was capable of.
Just as the waiter left, I smirked back and looked at him, smugly.
His grin faltered for a moment but he recovered.
Only then, the head chef, paraded with other ten waiters and waitress, five on each side. Each carried aromatic dishes, indeed worthy to eat. They moved with elegance, proving that Marina held above all. After all, Nyla was here, so, they were doing their best.
"It's good to see you, Ms. White." The head chef bowed.
"I told you to skip the formalities, Uncle." Nyla smiled.
The old man smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corner and regarded us, warmly. He was quite old, the grey hairs as a proof, but he was still slim, adorned in white apron and scarf.
"This is business, as always."
Just then, I looked over to Vincent.
My legs, moved up, the sole of my heels settling close to his dick. His eyes, met mine, and his dick sprang to attention. His pupils dilated, face reddened and the smile wiped from his face. His breathing came shallow.
I rubbed slow circles, close to his dick but never really ending the teasing. My smirk broadened, while he frowned, the desire clear in his eyes.
It was also arousing me, the teasing.
On the other hand, the head chef talked with Nyla and said.
"Nice meeting you again, Vincent."
My circles stopped briefly, contemplating whether to let go off the teasing, but hell! This was payback, and I was tenacious bitch, out on a mission for accomplishment.
"Y-yes Un-uncle!" He stammered and breathed.
"Are you okay?" The chef voiced.
He nodded and his hand grasped my heels, blocking my teasing. But I wasn't someone to block off. I smiled wickedly at him and pressed my heels closer to his dick, not painful though.
He took a deep breath, a bead of sweat indicating that he was anything but calm.
I chuckled to myself and thought to take pity on him.
While the conversation between the chef and Nyla resumed, I sensually, circled his groin one last time and placed my foot on the ground. He look relieved with the fact that I let him go. But instead of scowling, he smiled wickedly and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes.
The parade had already served and returned to the other customers.
Nyla tapped on his shoulder, while Leo did called my name.
"You are playing?" Leo whispered.
"I love playing." I winked.
"Sure."
We both laughed, silently but even that stopped when I noticed the grim expression on Vincent's face and the tension clear on Nyla's features.
"I will pay for this, so let's go to some other place. I don't care." Vincent stressed.
"Think of Amara and Leonardo." Nyla nudged.
"It's okay." I said, "But I would like all the food to be packaged."
I shared a look with Leo and he nodded. The other two looked at us, quizzically.
"You'll see." I shrugged.
Within minutes, all the food was packed in clean containers, just for us and we left the table.
On exiting Marina, I was curious to Vincent's behavior, but stayed silent because it wasn't my place to ask about his secrets because I was hiding mine, too. So, it felt better to just follow.