Gaston tensed up a little, quickly replacing his nervousness with his best smile. He swiftly turned her over on her back, now positioning himself above her. His manly chest moved faster and faster. What a gorgeous sight it must have been for her. He put his face closer to her ear, and his hands tightly gripped her shoulders. “First, I’d say you are wrong. Secondly, I would show you how mistaken you are, and thirdly…, wait.” He stopped abruptly. “Did you just call me Ton-Ton …?” he grimaced in disgust. Such a cute nickname did not suit the great Gaston. And he was about to prove to her why.
Leaning seductively toward her, he pressed her against the sheets. And just as he was about to start his show…, the phone rang “F*ck me,” he muttered, falling resignedly next to her. He rolled his eyes when he found out who the call was from. He thought it was quite clear that he never wanted to hear about him when they were together. He wasn’t supposed to talk about Belle, and she wasn’t supposed to talk about Ares. That was a simple deal.
“I’ll be going then.” He began to dress up. “I’m done here.” Gaston stepped in front of her and looked into her eyes. She seemed distressed, but he didn’t care much. She has just disgraced him, picking someone else before him. That just couldn’t be. “You should walk me to the door, don’t you think?” he remarked spitefully.
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis