A NOD. "INDEED."
"You are really beautiful tonight, by the way. And I loved your tattoos. I have one too," the she held the skirt of her light pink hair, and showed me her right ankle. "It's a butterfly, because it's my favorite animal. But it's nothing like yours though."
It was cute. "It's lovely. I have a small dove in my here," I touched my the place and she blushed right away "But I can't show it, obviously."
"So, that's the fourth tattoo, grandma-in-law talked about."
I nodded, "Yes. The crescent moon on my neck, the dragon on my back, the snakes under and in the middle of my breasts, and the dove. I want some more, but for now that's it."
"They are all beautiful. I want to make wings on my back."
"Like the Winx wings? Fairy wings?"
A nod, "How do you know?"
"Just a guess. I can give you my tattoo artist contact."
"That will be great. We can talk about it in some months. So, hm, will you get angry if I ask what was that between you and the CEO?" Oh, is she also curious? "For a second I thought you would kiss him. It was very… exciting," she chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, "No. It's not like that. We met some days ago when everyone one else but the kids were sleeping. I was ice-skating in the lake with singing some songs, and well, when I opened my eyes, he was there staring at me. Then we talked a bit, I thought he was cool, but then the asshole freaked out of nowhere and left, after offending me kind of."
She gasped, "What?"
"Exactly. I was so damn confused. And then he's all weird and rude to me. As you know, I'm not one to accept silently such a treatment, so I lost my cool and said all of that. I don't regret it though. I just felt offended because he refused my sincere gift so condescendingly. It got on my nerves. He's a bitch."
"Seeing you and him discuss like that kind of gave me a dejá vu of when you used to discuss with the exchange student back in school. The energy was the same. Although now it felt more… sexual."
Rolling my eyes, I held the urge to correct her by telling her Rhys's name again. "You say that because you probably find discussion like this attractive, since your relationship with my brother went from hatred to love. But this ain't the case. I'm not really emotionally available. And even if it was just a fling, I wouldn't have anything with a bastard like him. He infuriates me in a very annoying way, not in a attractive manner."
"Dean said the same about me!"
I gave her a look, "Don't. I said it to Dean, I'll say it to you before you try anything funny. Don't you dare to act like a matchmaker. Got it? That won't work. I don't want to have anything to do with that bastard."
Sighing, she got up, caressing her belly. "I'll try my best. Thank you for allowing me to say all I wanted, and thank you for actually hearing me and being honest about all that happened between us."
"Do you guys really talk about my bobbies?"
She gasped, "Damn it, Brandon," she cursed him while blushing. "Yes. We kind of do. You have more than any of us, and yours are very… beautiful. It's hard not to notice. Sorry if that uncomfortable."
I chuckled, "It isn't. My boobies are indeed amazing."
"Jesus, how can you be so confident like that?"
Pretend until you make it. I made it like that. "It's a gift I was born with," I winked and put my shoes on again. "Since you are pregnant, you won't be able to use the Christmas present I bought for you. But after you have the Cindy, you can use it."
"Wait, you really bought me something?"
A nod. "I did. I was in a good mood."
"I thought you were just messing around when you first said that when you arrived. Just to mess with mother-in-law as usual. I don't even know what to say."
"No need to say anything. Making me Cindy's godmother is present enough for me," I winked.
She blushed, "You are a natural flirt like Dean."
Chuckling, I put my phone inside my clutch when I was done putting my heels again. "You mean my habit of winking?" A nod. "I took it from my grandparents I guess. It's stronger than me."
"So, are you having a fling with anyone in Birmingham?"
"No in the moment. I'm actually sexually deprived right now. The last five weeks I only had time to work. Last time I banged was more than a month ago, with a hot criminal lawyer I met in the club I like to go. He was huge," she turned red when I said that. "It was amazing. I took him to my house and we stayed like that for two days, then I never saw him again, thankfully. But it was good to calm my nerves down, since working too much can stress me out some times. Not mentally, but physically stressed."
To my surprise, she seemed interested, "How was he?"
"Physically or in bed?"
She covered her face embarrassed, "Both."
I chuckled, "Who could have thought that the Queen Bee of Decaelis Academy would be so shy?! I don't remember his first name, only that his last name was Kiyama, and that he talked about how his grandparents came from Japan to study here and stayed for good. Everything else is history."
"You like east Asians," she gave me a dirty look.
I only winked, "Kiyama was around 6'1 tall, which is a lot taller than me, and he had a hot and muscled body. His skin was tan, he had black straight hair, big light brown eyes, and was incredibly hot. Like I said, he was huge down there, and he was really good in bed. Had a lot of energy like me, so we were able to have a lot of fun!"
The door burst out open and Dean came inside, his face red like a tomato, "That's enough. You are friendly but there are boundaries, dumbass. Don't talk about your sex life with my pregnant wife, you little devil."
"Since when were you there?" I glared at him.
He gasped realizing that we could see him now, "I… hm… I… I saw you coming here. Then Marie came after you and I got scared of you two fighting. But it went surprisingly well."
I got up and walking to where he was, looking up since he's 6'3. "You and your habit of eavesdropping others' conversations, tsk tsk tsk. Such a gossip boy. That's very degrading to your image, you know that, right?"
"On this case I had my reasons."
Glaring him with hawk eyes, I clicked my tongue, "Whatever." Then I walked towards the door of the library, "The dinner will probably start at any moment."
"Are you two finally good?" He asked carefully.
I looked back, meeting Marie-Estella's gaze, and she smiled, "I guess we are. So, now I'll allow you to call me either by Lizzy or Freya."
Her smile widened, "Than call me Marie too."
Winking, I turned around and went down the stairs, not waiting for the couple. Giving them a moment alone, they probably need it. And the second I stepped down the stairs, everyone but Choi Jung-won and the other guests, had gathered around the end of the stairs. When I glared at them, they all flinched and turned around pretending that they weren't waiting for us.
Scoffing, I walked towards them and sat down on the couch. "When you are ready to eat the dinner, just tell me."
Not even two minutes later, they came down, all fine and in one piece and they glared at me startled. Did they really thought I would hurt a pregnant woman? Damn, they really think I'm a monster, hm?!
"Are you alright, darling?" Mother asked Marie and I chuckled bitterly to that. How predictable. "She didn't do anything to you, did she?"
Grinning, I got up again, "You seem to forget that in this story, I was the victim and she the bully. Not the other way around." I turned to her, and she blushed, "We are fine now, aren't we Marie?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"Did she really not try anything, Dean?" Beatrice asked.
"Besides telling my wife about her sex life? No. She didn't. She let her talk and listened to her while she apologize and explained her point of view. Their old laundry is officially clean!" He's such an ass.
Then they all went to the dinner table, leaving my grandparents place on the left corner of the table, and mine in front of… Choi Jung-won.