Novel Drama Chapter 12: 12
Chapter 12: 12
Really, inwardly I am recoiling at the overpowering stench of his old man aftershave and the clammy sweaty feel of his suit as he pushes against me a little possessively. Luckily, I am a practised hand at convincing ugly men that I want them naked, sweating all over me and it’s as easy as breathing. novelbin
‘’I may just steal you as my date.’’ I squeeze his arm and nestle closer in a very touchy-feely gesture, smiling adoringly. ‘‘Seeing as you appreciate my finer qualities. Alexi likes to tease my English-ness mercilessly, don’t you Muffin?’’ I flutter sweetly his way seeing that cool mask of indifference envelop his face as he tries not to stare directly at my arm in another man's. He has taken on the unreadable manner that usually means he is not a ‘‘Happy Chappy’’ while reaching for a glass from a passing tray.
I sigh inwardly and wonder if all men revert to children when it comes to sharing, as Mr Boss as he is sometimes, he gets a faint stroppy look in his eyes that screams of man-child and now is no exception.
My insides sink a little. I am still wary of Carrero even if he does make for a good night out.
‘‘How dreadful, you surely cannot resist this accent or that dress. It’s simply alluring and I bet she’s a vixen in the sack right? These English girls normally are.’’ His dirty laugh, inappropriate comment and shifty look at my tits for the umpteenth time make me wholly uncomfortable as I am fully aware his kid is standing literally two feet away, her face reddening at his remark. It’s obvious he has had a few drinks, lost his inhibitions and Alexi seems to almost exude a change in the atmosphere very rapidly.
I know this type of sleazeball and can handle him a thousand times over if I was not under the scrutiny and command of one intimidating Carrero with an ulterior motive. Alexi is making me just as uncomfortable with his weirdness over a task he wanted me to carry out and I’m simply at a loss with how to respond, except giggle and playfully nudge Demagio coyly as though he is insanely funny.
Flirt mode still intact, pander to the man and make him think he amuses me. Brush that ego.
‘’She’s surely something alright.’’ Alexi grits through a smile with an edgy undertone yet captures my upper arm and pulls me towards him, so I’m dragged free from the other man and positioned right beside my seemingly jealous date, who hauls me in against his side with a strong arm and a no- nonsense look plastered on his face. I can feel the slight tense sizzle in the air and Demagio looks a little perplexed suddenly.
With his attention ripped from my body he seems to realise who he is fucking with. It was subtle, but he got the message loud and clear. Alexi doesn’t like me playing over there with another man, even though it’s what he brought me here to do and Demagio is getting a very strong hint that I am Alexi’s girl in all aspects.
I, on the other hand, cannot tell if this is part of the act, or if he is genuinely pissed at this. I try to ignore it and stick to what I am supposed to do, my stomach tightening in knots and getting a little uptight with his change. I hate having to second guess this man.
He really is a mind fuck! He is making me tense.
‘’Where are you seated tonight? We have a great box over on the left side.’’ I ask demurely knowing Alexi wants to coax him back to our box and even if he is acting weird, I know that is tonight’s goal. Sweetness and smiles oozing from every pore and I try to blank out the stiff and uncharming attitude that’s fast-growing on Carrero. I am playing my part like he wanted and schmoozing and smiling the future Mayor's way with all the skill of a seasoned player. He cannot be mad at me for obeying him.
‘’Is that an invitation Miss England?’’ Demagio seems to have forgotten he was scalded and goes back to a full sleazy offensive, fuelled by alcohol and eyeballing my boobs once more. Leaning into me suggestively and getting a little too close for my liking.
Alexi looks around the room yet keeps a firm hold on me, as he seems to be preoccupied with other guests smiling his way. His grip however, hints at something more going on in his head; he is tuned into
Demagio for sure and not about to let me go cuddle up with the man any time soon.
‘Walters. Miss Walters!’’ He snaps back into the conversation abruptly, with a tight smile pasted on his face, unamused, that Demagio seems to miss and corrects him. I am not liking the vibes, but I carry on. He is reminding Demagio of his authority I guess, and the man is too drunk and too hormone fuelled to notice, too busy undressing me with his eyes and fighting to keep his tongue in his head.
I have no doubt I am already starring in a porno in that filthy brain of his.
‘’Sure is, and we would love to have you both come sit with us and keep me cosy. Alexi isn’t much of a small talker and I get so lonesome over there while he’s intent on watching his opera.’’ I joke and give Alexi a nudge to remind him of why we are here, a raised brow and a subtle ‘’get with the plan’’ in the look I give him. It seems to register somewhere. His face softening slightly and I sigh with relief as his grip on me loosens.
I wonder if he thinks I may find Demagio attractive and am too convincing at what he asked me to do; he clearly is not a man who likes his play things to give anyone else the attention he demands anyway.
Wasn’t that why he asked me to come here though, because I am good at doing exactly this?
If he wasn’t being so weird I would be on seduction overkill and finding my comfy zone, but Alexi makes this whole thing completely unworkable. I don’t feel comfortable flirting with another man under his gaze, even if it is something I excel at. He is killing my mojo and how I normally operate is nothing like this.
I am all about sussing a person out first and using subtle wiles, body language and my smart mouth to reel them in and get them eating out of my hand. Enticing and leading a man by the nose gets you a lot further when he thinks there are hints of sexual possibility. Alexi, however, has pushed me in like a paid whore, all tits and smiles and flaunting my sex brazenly. Putting my victim's brain on nothing but fucking me mercilessly.
Once a man’s brain is fully engaged in that horny mess then you lose some of your ability to cajole and sweeten, and he’s like a dog with a bone that zones everything else out.
Amateur Alexi … I mean really?
It’s obvious Alexi is more apt at seducing women.
‘’We have plenty of room for a couple more and you two are more than welcome. I have some business you may be interested in.’’ Alexi finally gets with the program and smooth charmer is back in place as he gets over himself finally. I don’t know what that was, but Jesus, the man really knows how to make me antsy. It’s not like I want to bed this old chubby pervert. Demagio isn’t attractive by any standard and his beer gut makes him look ready to drop a child at any moment.
His daughter is glaring at him with a filthy look of hatred and tugging his arm as if to make it clear she doesn’t want to go with us, but he ignores her completely.
Alexi is distracted by more greetings and smiles aimed his way and I guess it is the first time I have really noticed that everyone here seems to know him. Looking around briefly I can see he is getting a lot of attention from various sets of eyes, nods, and subtle smiles. We are in the fold of the rich and the powerful and he appears to be some sort of celebrity among them. It’s a little weird to be the centre of attention in this way and it just adds to the pressure I feel to perform.
‘’Lead the way and bring a fresh bottle of champagne for my new charming lady friend,’’ Demagio commands, surprisingly dominant as he slides his arm in mine this time and I try not to react as Alexi’s whole manner stiffens in a millisecond, hostility churning up like a tornado. It’s pretty obvious he is very much a guy who doesn’t like people touching his things or being told what to do. Even if I am a human thing and have a mind of my own. I know he is all about appearances and I can only guess he sees this as a display of disrespect by Demagio, when surrounded by peers watching him.
I can feel the pissed mood coming off him in swathes even if his face gives nothing away. Demagio should be glad that Alexi wants something from him as it’s probably the only reason he has not handed him his arse yet. Without any more small talk, Alexi orders a new bottle to be served to his box by a passing waiter with a snappy tone and leads the way. Taking my hand possessively, he pulls me once again free of my new admirer, so we walk ahead and move further on with some speed.
It’s a power play to regain what is his and the other man falls behind in step with his young daughter, enough of a gap to let Alexi turn to me quietly. He smiles softly and seems completely unfazed despite all of that, lacing my fingers in his warm strong hand snugly, and I am distracted by how familiar he feels.
‘’Are you okay?’’ I nudge him warily, testing the waters and wondering what he would do to me if I ever truly pissed him off. He has mellowed almost instantly, now we are walking ahead of Demagio, and I am starting to really wonder at his change in moods. For a guy who barely tolerates me at work, he seems to be a tad overprotective now we are here. I don’t understand the mechanics of all this game playing and etiquette in his world, but I am guessing people are always watching for things like this; chinks in his armour. I don’t know how to read his face, but he gives off enough static to hint of changes in mood, and he has had about five since he introduced me to the other man.
‘’Completely fine; you’re setting him up perfectly.’’ That quick look and half smile that gives me absolutely nothing from what is going on in his head, and he seems completely normal once more.
Boy, are you confusing and very hard to read.
This is very new for me, and I am completely out of my depth with this one. I am not even going to try and dissect the psychology of it. He clearly thinks he knows what he is doing, and I honestly do not have the energy to figure Alexi out.