Previous day ~ December 2nd
She opened the door for him, and Gaston felt the blood rushing to his… cheeks. He hungrily stared at her, carefully studying every curve of her body, every strand of her hair, every lash, every painted fingernail. Gaston turned his blue eyes to the black, slightly transparent underwear that only emphasized the beauty of her body. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from being mesmerized by this exciting sight. Which didn’t quite work because he still didn’t hear the single word she had said.
At the mention of the name “Belle,” Gaston looked straight into her dark eyes and made a grimace. His expression grew more and more disgusted with each word that left her plump, glistening lips. Was she making fun of him? Another woman talking to him like that? That was unbelievable. “You wish we had a quarrel, wouldn’t you?” he smiled ominously. “Then you could have me all to yourself.”
He moved closer to her face; she also narrowed the distance between them. Gaston could already feel her breath on his lips, the locks of her hair on his shoulders… He wanted to step away first. Tease her for a bit. But when he was about to do it, she (to his great surprise) did it first. Gaston jumped back, showing his anger in a frown. Forgetting manners and any tact, he stepped inside before she even offered it herself. She didn’t respect him, so why should he recognize any rules?
He threw his jacket on the hanger and turned to the woman. “You shouldn’t worry about my marriage, Aphro.” He snapped. “Especially if it doesn’t concern you. That fact that Belle doesn’t respect me at all is not one of your concerns.”
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis