Lance sighed, closing the distance between themselves. "Hey, hey. Just a little sip then. Nothing much."
"I dunno. I just don't like…"
"Elena, please." Lance chuckled. "We're celebrating here. Take a sip for me. I won't let you take another." She stared at the drink in her hand for a long time, studying it as if it were an alien content in her hands. She watched him watch her, and ultimately, she brought the drink to her lips. She breathed in the scent, its burning aura too attractive for her guts. She looked away immediately.
"What's the problem, Elena?"
"I'm pregnant." Is what she wanted to say. "The alcohol is not good for the baby."
"I don't drink nowadays." She told him instead. "You know that."
"I know that you haven't been a fan for a long time but Elena, life is about starting again and trying to see if you can work your past through such obstacles. Do this for me today, please."
Elena shrugged. "I can't Lance. It's just that some things happen and suddenly, the activities and things you used to do prior feel wrong and strange. They don't feel good when you do them anymore... like drinking."
"Oh." Lance cohered. He connected the dots in relation to the rape. Maybe the defilement had changed her, according to him. "You know Elena, you're just too confusing and complicated in a simple way. That's what I admire about you."
"Complicated?" She tried to reason with him. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean missy is that no one can ever guess of how you're coming at them. We expect this, only to receive that from you. It's just your way and it's so you."
"Oh." She nodded in amusement. Whatever that meant.
"Give me that." He said as he stretched his hand to grab her glass. She surrendered it willingly. "More for me..." Lance told her. He took the two glasses and placed them on the lampstands. "...for later." He finished and walked towards her.
"Care for a dance?" Lance asked her. Elena smiled wallowing at him as she shrugged. She grabbed his hand.
Lance snaked his other free hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She coiled her hands around his neck as his hands now traced to the sides of her waist. He could feel her curve from there. She was so sexy and was so appealing. His friend down below wanted to rise and he had to fight off its compulsion. He pulled his phone from his pocket and searched for a song from the chosen playlist.
"Wish away, when you sleep…
I'll be here, while you dream…
You know…
I love you, I love you, I love you I do…
I've loved you before I even knew you…
I love you, I love you, I love you I do…
I've loved you before I even knew you…"
They danced around the small room as the music healed their different pains, filling their hearts and mind with love and happiness. His hands were still on her curve, with hers neatly placed around his neck. Elena could feel the smell of liquor on his breath... but the presence of his cologne somehow made her want to smell him more and more.
Grazing his eyes at her body seductively, Lance could only but imagine what a fine moment this would have been the day of the graduation ceremony. She would have danced with him, the most popular graduate at that time, and all the eyes would have watched them in envy. Many boys had tried a thing with Elena. At first, he was there and he used to receive much competition from guys eyeing her desperately. That was in high school before Elena met Ethan and everything changed after that. When they were together, till the final year of graduation, boys would only look but not touch her in that field of matter. She knew how to put them off. She was as solid as they came! But somewhere in her dark and cold heart, Ethan lingered for long enough in her lovely embrace and that was a surprise to everyone. By the third year, boys had stopped trying to make a thing with her as they all knew she was Ethan's for life. If Elena was with Lance during the farewell party, he would be at cloud nine... after all, she was the perfect girl.
She was stunningly beautiful, boner aching, sexy and attractive tonight. That dress on that body tonight had its own mission. Despite the horrors she had undergone, he still knew that she was the one for him. It had taken a long time to be this close to her, in body and soul. Ethan was always in his way and for his own reasons, he took a step back and watched the two fall in love over time. But deep inside, he had a plan that would put his nemesis out of the way.
The microchip thing was a success. A beautiful success, though he wasn't sure that it was going to pull through at first. He wanted Ethan to force himself or even better yet r*pe a girl that night and hopefully, the girl would retaliate. But he never meant it to be Elena. Not the sweet, sassy, badass, beautiful and sexy Elena. As the night drained itself to the morning and he realized that time was of the essence, Lance knew he had to act soon. When an opportunity presented itself in form of Elena, he knew that he had to sacrifice her, if he wanted her. In his mind that night, he realized that Prince Charming and Bluebeard were the same men and that he wouldn't get the happy ending he wanted so bad with her if he didn't become both of them to her. She was here next to him finally, and she was his. He just needed to be patient as he had been since she stopped her little entanglement with him, nine years ago.
"Just for now, it's you and me…
I'll sing to you, until we meet…
You know…
I love you, I love you, I love you I do…
I've loved you before I even knew you…
I love you, I love you, I love you I do…
I've loved you before I even knew you…"