Steve's POV
I stood in the empty bathroom holding a glass of scotch in my hand, wondering where Ira went.
My eyes wandered to the broken window in front of me and I shook my head.
She couldn't have…that would be lunacy.
A sound behind me made me turn around and Lisa was there. Her arms were folded into each other and She had this look of boredom in her eyes.
"Huh…I didn't think she would climb out through the window. That's a very dumb thing to do. I sincerely hope she doesn't drop dead from that head injury you gave her"
"It was an accident. I was trying to protect you" I watched her from the corner of my eyes. "I would never hit a girl"
"That was hot, you know…defending me. It was totally unnecessary but It sure turned me on"
I turned my full attention to her, letting my eyes gaze all over her. She was pretty. No, she was more than beautiful with her red hair and dainty nose, her slender figure with those tear shaped boobs, she was something cut out of a magazine. A real life supermodel.
She came closer and she ran her tongue across my ear. It sent thrills down my spine, everything about Lisa Roland did.
"Don't look so glum…She will get over it. You said she always does. She will come crawling back no less. Maybe you guys can have an open relationship or something"
"I don't want an open relationship. I hate hurting her. She's a good girl" I said.
I was sincere. it was the truth.
"Yeah, sure" she said sarcastically.
Lisa laughed and rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured fingernails pushed rogue strands of hair behind her ear, she was half a foot taller than me yet I have never seen her in anything but heels.
"I am telling the truth. I hate hurting Ira"
"Oh come on. I know you like playing the good guy but Steve, you are not a good guy. It's one of the things I like about you. Good guys are boring" she grinned and touched my chin. "Don't give me that look…I am not a good person either but the difference between you and me is that I never pretend to be one"
I didn't bother arguing with Lisa. There was something about arguing with her that made the very thing tiresome. She would win…she always does.
"I broke it off…or maybe she did. Frankly, I feel…relieved"
I admitted to her. Cheating and hiding things from Ira was more exhausting than I let on.
I moved closer to kiss Lisa but she placed her index finger on my lips, stopping me.
Her decisiveness and her confidence in her sexuality was what drew me to her in the first place.
"I hope you don't expect anything more from me now that your little girlfriend has run away. I am with Jared. This is just a fling, Steve"
I felt a spike go through my heart. She can be such a bitch sometimes.
"You don't have to say it like that" I told her and stepped away
"Like what?" She inquired and turned to look at herself in the broken mirror.
"Like an asshole bitch!"
I waited for the outburst. I waited for the tears, the shudder and the quivering of breath, things I would expect from Ira but instead she smacked both lips together and applied the lipstick she was holding.
When she was done, she strengthened her posture and she paid no attention to me for a few seconds.
"You are right. I am a bitch…people say it's a facade, some say it's my way of protecting myself. I say whatever. I love being a bitch"
I grabbed her arm and I pushed her to the wall. I let my hand trail the part of her thigh that was exposed by the slit in her red dress, I trailed it all the way to the pinkish mold of skin in the center and she inhaled sharply and bit down a smile.
"Don't fuck with me, Monalisa. You love me too. You may be with Jared but he doesn't make you feel things…" I came closer and kissed her neck, I let it linger before speaking again. "Not the way I make you feel"
For a while it was a staring contest, battle of wills…each trying to dominate and it was always the thing that heightened our sexual tension.
Without taking her eyes off of me, she reached out and snapped the door shut, bolting it instantly.
"Are we going to fuck or not, Stevie?" She asked me and leaned into me.
I used my index finger to trace her collar bone. It was pure torture not to do anything else but I needed something from her and I am sure as hell going to get it.
"Say you love me, Lisa…just say it"
She gripped me and pulled me closer to herself. Taking the lead herself, she started undoing my pants. Everything was getting out of control and fast.
I grabbed her hand and I made her look at me.
"Lisa!" I screamed at her. "Tell me you fucking love me or I swear to God, I will walk out of here, and you can fuck yourself!"
She looked at me, her eyes squinting just a little bit.
"I love you, Stevie" her eyes softened a little.
It made my heart jump.
It was the first time she was saying it out loud.
I smiled just a little.
"Okay, baby…okay. Good. You need to leave…"
"I know. I need to leave Jared and I will. I just need time…"
"Lisa?" I said firmly. It was a warning I needed her to heed.
"I am telling the truth. But Jared is the Duke of Pembroke and I am an Earl's daughter. I need to marry someone of great prestige and nobility…"
"Lisa!"
"Calm down…I will leave Jared. Moreover, there is this rumor that you will be called to the most important position in Oswald"
I was happy but not for long. I wanted to tell her that the important position she thinks I was going to take has already been filled and I had been called to serve my kingdom country, Oswald but I am to be an Aid…a glorified manservant.
Which was annoying because the plane crash that claimed the lives of the fourteen direct heirs to the Oswaldian throne, was supposed to work in my favor but it didn't.
I didn't tell her that. Lisa wasn't the lovey, dovey type...she expects things, things like prestige and title.
"Love isn't supposed to work like that. There shouldn't be conditions. You love me and I love you too. We should just be together…"
"Shut up and kiss me, Steven. You are whining too much like a little bitch"