Destroying the make up
Destroying the make up
Electra
I couldn't suppress a smile when Frederick next to me fought with his own mouth to form a normal sentence. He really wasn't able to answer a simple question when that femme fatale was around him. I gently put a hand on his shoulder, helping him out of his misery.
"Hi, I'm Electra." I interrupted Fredy's stammering, catching the woman's attention. She gave him one last amused glance before turning to me.
"I know who you are," she said with a smirk, quickly eyeing me up and down. "I saw you with Bastian in his club."
My mouth fell on the floor in surprise, and her grin widened. She took a glass of champagne from the tray while she waited for me to regain my composure. I have never felt so exposed. No one knew about my lifestyle or about my special relationship with my boss. Well, no one except this unknown woman.
"Are you a member?" I asked when I finally found my voice, not understanding my own words. I didn't want to continue that conversation.
"Aren't we all?" She countered, winking at me, and I frowned. With a corner of my eye, I looked at Fredy, who was drifting his gaze between us. Was he a member too?
Before I could say anything about her question, a sexy deep baritone rang in my ears, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. I turned my head to the side to see Bastian shaking hands with some men and quickly exchanging some polite phrases with them. Once he was done, which took him maybe thirty seconds, he finally came to us.
"Missed me?" He asked, stopping in front of me, putting his hand on my cheek and kissing my forehead. My heart instantly melted from his tenderness. I wrapped my arms around his waist, breathing in his manly scent mixed with his usual cologne. If someone was watching us, he or she would probably have thought that I acted like a child, who felt insecure, but I didn't care. Part of me needed him close. I needed to feel safe in his arms; I craved to feel his love.
"I take it as yes," he whispered into my hair, stroking my back gently. I pulled away from him, giving him a shy smile and an apologetic look. He never objected against a hug, but we were in public and I didn't want to look weak. I enjoyed my moment and I had to return to my normal self.
Bastian didn't say a word to my weird behaviour. He only kissed my forehead again, moving his hand down, and he turned to an unknown woman.
"Good evening, Andrea," he greeted her with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be here."
"I only stopped to say hi," she replied, sipping on her drink. She was looking at Frederick, who was absolutely quiet, staring into his glass. In his case, it was odd, because he didn't have any idea what we were talking about.
"To whom, if I may ask?" Bastian inquired, handing me a small piece of cake. While watching the conversation, I took it without hesitation. There was something going on between these two, but I didn't have any idea what it was.
"To you," she answered, giving him a pointed look, and I frowned, not taking the hint. However, Bastian clearly knew what she meant by that grimace.
"Did you miss me too?" He teased her, shooting a quick glance at his brother, who was deep in thoughts.
"Of course, I can't live without your charming self," she deadpanned, finishing her glass and slamming it on the bar with more force than necessary. However, she couldn't get a reaction from a man, who was deaf and not present in the moment.
"Have a nice evening." She slightly nodded her head in my direction, waving her hand nonchalantly at Bastian, totally ignoring poor Fredy. He raised his head when she was far gone, earning an exasperated sigh from my man.
"You're such an idiot," Bastian groaned, shaking his head..
"What did I do?" Fredy asked, buttoning his jacket. He was trying to avoid eye contact with his brother, but he couldn't if he wanted to know what he was saying.
"A woman like her came here, all dressed up looking like a fucking model, and you totally ignored her! What the hell is wrong with you?" I blinked a few times, noticing my man's anger, but he wasn't done. He wasn't making a scene; he was actually talking very quietly, yet the expression on his face was deadly serious.
"You've been crazy about her for over a year. I gave you a perfect opportunity to meet her and this is what you've done with it? Why?" Bastian continued, and I noticed that his eyes were sad. He gave the impression of an angry person when in reality he was helpless. But for what reason?
"I tried not to make a fool of myself," Fredy hissed, breathing hard. "We both know she would never want me." I was taken aback by his words, and Bastian looked the same. I opened my mouth to object to his words, yet he didn't give me a chance. "Enjoy your night. It was a pleasure to meet you, Electra." Fredy leaned closer and pecked my cheek, quickly leaving us. I raised my eyebrows, glancing at my man, who inhaled a sharp breath.
"Give me a second," he said, rushing to his brother. I was watching them as Bastian stopped him and he told him about two sentences before he came back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked when he stood next to me, ordering a whiskey. He was frowning, chewing his bottom lip, thinking. His suit jacket was open, so I used the opportunity and I slid my hand under it, caressing his back through the fabric of his white button-up shirt. He looked down at me, his crystal blue eyes were full of different emotions.
"You have no idea how much of an idiot he is," he whispered, pulling me closer. We were cuddling so much throughout the evening that someone could think that we should find ourselves a room.
"Give him time," I muttered, smiling softly at him while I stroked the side of his abdomen with my long nails.