ALEXANDER'S POV :
"habits dies hard ….."
"You are home late," I said, my back facing the door. He tried to be quiet but his heavy footsteps gave him away "uh about that …um …the boss had us work extra," he said, his hands scratching his black jet hair. A habit he grew fond of when he's worried or nervous. strange. I dropped the sauce on the dinning table and walked up to him. I removed his hand from his hair and planted a warm and gentle kiss on his lips, he smiled a little,possessively grabbing my waist and pulling me closer, he kissed me again. "How is my little darling doing?" he said. I giggled, "I'm good," I removed his hand from my waist earning a small scowl. "The sauce is getting cold". I heard Ethan sigh behind me. "I'll be back in a jiffy," he said and his footsteps retarded with him.
Ethan has been my boyfriend for two years living under the same roof in Nova City. He works for an auditory firm that is popularly known and widely recognized.
"Smells nice, what are you cooking," he held my waist sniffing my skin. I let out a strained giggle in response, he turned me around. "Hey baby girl," I chuckled, "you wouldn't want to be eating burnt stake for dinner now would you," a playful smile beautifying my face. I wiggled myself from his grip to continue my cooking. "Well if you keep up with that I might as well just have you for dinner," he whispered into my ear. His thumbs gently caressing my neck causing the hair behind my ear to stand. "Ethan" I moaned. Shocked by the sound that I just made, I pushed him. His expression mirrored my own. surprised.
"um …dinner is ready," I said. He looked around trying to get himself, "ok," he just nodded. my tummy rumbled. my cheeks felt hot at the cold room, my body was hot. He just chuckled, "seems like you need food, come my little pumpkin," I curled my lips and walked up to him. We sat down at our opposite chairs enjoying our meal in silence.
Ethan snapped his finger. A gesture that shows he remembers something. "Liam will be in town Tomorrow, we are picking him up from the airport," he said, slicing his meat. Oh shit melissa needed my attention. She was saying something about going shopping for her friend's wedding. "I don't think I can accompany you tomorrow," I said. He looked at me, "you're following me tomorrow ... .it's not up for discussion," he said, his voice rising at each statement. I sighed,my heart surrendered in defeat.
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"And that is it" Melissa yelled. "He says one word and you are at his feet." I could feel her frustration over the phone.
I feel so bad for bailing on her. "Lisa," I sighed, "I'm sorry…you know how angry he gets when I don't obey his instructions," I fiddled with my bedsheets. My brain capturing the last time I told him no, he fucking tore my skin open. I shuddered at the thought. He made up for it though. He made sure I forgave him.
"It's ok… I will just go with Sam." Samantha is our other friend. Melissa's cousin actually. She's...…. hyperactive. "You are going to be alright?" I said,more of a question than a statement. "Of course I'm not going to be ok, we are talking about Samantha, my fucking cousin. She's going to drain a whole lot of strength from me!!!!. I smiled at her frustration. "I'm going to make up for it, I promise." "Better do," she sighed in resignation. "Good night Mel," I smiled. "Good night lex." "love….* beep the call went off ..typical melissa. My smile increased.
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" shhhhhh...love exists "
"We are going there by 8am," Ethan says, pulling out the sugar from the cabin.
"The plane lands by 9am". "Why are we going there so early?" I complained. My face scrunched up in disgust as I pictured myself standing, waiting for a guy I have only seen on a facetime call once or twice….who's counting. "I don't want to be late," was his reply not sparing me a glance again, my opinion doesn't matter.He put one tablespoon of sugar in his coffee and guided the box to me. "One teaspoon," he muttered loud enough for my ear to grab it. Choosing to ignore him I added three teaspoons of sugar. He took the coffee and threw the liquid into the sink. "I don't want my girlfriend looking like a bag of potatoes." My tongue was glued to my mouth and I suddenly lost my appetite. "I'm going to prepare," I said looking away from the coffee going down the drain. He just nodded, "Be quick," he said. I marched up the stairs thumping my leg loud enough to make it echoe and I banged the door so hard. I winced at the impact. poor door. I cleaned myself. The strawberry scent of my soap calming my angered spirit down and gaining full composure. I picked up a clothing similar to our situation at hand. I wore a black jean, a nude turtleneck, I easily get cold and I wore my black loafers. I'm very conscious of how I look. I don't want to look fat or malnourished. Consequences of being a lady. We are prone to body shaming.
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"Liam," Ethan's voice boomed. The joy and excitement that radiated his voice made me smile. The place was crowded and my height was not really helpful. On the other hand, Ethan stood tall among others. I was rooted behind Ethan but I couldn't miss the scent that intruded my personal space and gave my heart a beautiful limp .It smelt more of paradise than the forest. I can't place my hand on the scent but it's magnificent. It reminds me of peace... "let's get going," a deep baritone voice said, it made the butterflies hiding in my tummy crazy, it sounded nice giving me a tingling sensation that left me in awe. I curled my toes, hiding the blush that crept to my face.
"Oh Liam nothing has changed about you," he laughed out loud hitting Liam. It barely affected him. If it did, Liam did not show it. "Hey I'm Cassandra, cassie for short," a high pitched voice said in one sentence. I mentally cringed at how loud she was. Ethan did not seem to care. "Hey there, Liam told me alot about you". He took her hand. The sarcasm very evident in his tone. He gave a glare to Liam's way, but Liam could care less. "I'm Ethan by the way and this is Alexandra but you can call her Lexi," He pointed at me. she smiled at me, a too sweet smile …too much for a welcoming smile. I smiled back and I felt Liam's stare. It was a brief moment our eyes met, but it felt magical. He looked away quickly. "Let's go," he said walking away. So much for having a moment.