“Stop touching my hair.” He growled, impulsively raising his hand. Not to hit her, Gaston would never do that, but to emphasize his displeasure with the whole situation. “That tickles,” he added. Gaston cared so much about his hair (although the man would never say it out loud). He knew it was beautiful, shiny - perfect if he was to describe it in one word - he did not blame her for stroking it… she just did not have to do it so vigorously. He moved away from her, taking away her chance to further damage his hairstyle.
He laughed. But it was not a joyful chuckle. It sounded like nails scraping a blackboard, like a terrifying scream in a horror movie… like venom pouring out of his mouth. “I would never fall in love with you, Aphro.” He put a hand on her neck. “But it is not about love, is it? You are important for another reason." Gaston smiled devilishly. He was a bit like a devil. He burned and wounded and destroyed those who oppose him. But Aphro was docile… in her own way. The important thing is that she was doing what Gaston dreamed of… and her following action only strengthened him in this fact.
She put her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. Gaston, unruffled, raised an eyebrow, not going to bounce the ball. Respond to touch with touch. Now, the game belonged only to her… but in fact, she did not have the power here. It was he who directed what was happening. Aphro was just a puppet while he was pulling invisible strings. Maybe she felt as if she had control over him, that she was dealing the cards… but it was Gaston who had all the aces up his sleeve. No matter what he did or said, Aphro would never stop seeing him. He gave her too much adrenaline, and he ignited her too much… she needed him too much. And she? She was just one of his toys. If she did not meet his expectations, he would start seeing someone else. Of course, Aphro did not need to know that. The most important thing was for her to believe that she was important to him and do what he wanted. As if on cue, the woman whispered in his ear: “I’m ready to do anything you want me to… Anything.” Gaston smiled. He was right.
TIME SKIP
“I’m fine. You did well.” Gaston was lying on his back, breathing slowly. He didn’t even flinch when Aphro started to embrace his chest. It was a bit annoying, but… Gaston might as well allow her to do it. “I have to go now,” he said after checking the time on his phone.
10.37 P.M.
He had to go home before Belle suspected anything. He gently pushed Aphro and stood up. The man dressed remarkably quickly. After all, it wasn’t the first time he did it. “We’ll meet soon,” When I’d want to, he added in his mind.
He approached her and tilted his face to hers. His breath warmed her lips. They were so close, only a few centimeters. Millimeters. One move and…
Gaston stepped back. He grinned.
“See you soon, Aphro.”
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis