Page 83 of The Rules Of Attraction
“Oh that makes sense. I mean the part about him being drunk. Something would have to be wrong with him to go near you.” I nodded with conviction. She didn’t like that.
Knowing her as long as I did, I’d gotten to know what could break down that bravado she wore. That suave, resting bitch face diva act didn’t cut it with me. I saw past that shit and knew a weak, pathetic, miserable person lived inside her.
She was an attention seeker. Never really had her parents attention so she went the long way around to get it. That molded her into the demon who sat before me today.
“I think it’s a good idea, you and me. I’m beautiful, wealthy, smart and literally the female version of you.”
“We’ve known each other for what?” I thought for a moment. “Twenty five years, give or take and you’ve just now come to that conclusion.”
“We’re getting older, time to start taking life seriously. Right? My theory is you’ve never tried me out so how would you know what I’m really like.”
She got up allowing the coat to slip down her shoulders, revealing her bare arms. The loss of the coat drew more attention to her breasts which I knew she’d had surgery on multiple times to make them that big.
She came up to me and placed her foot on the sofa, right in between my legs near my crotch.
I guessed that was supposed to either turn me on, or show me she had some power over me, but I didn’t feel anything.
A sinful smile lifted the corners of her red mouth and she moved the dress so I could see the barely there thong or whatever it was she wore for underwear.
I couldn’t quite describe it. It had a string of pearls running along the sides to hold it on her and a thing line of material that ran down to … well I stopped looking at that point.
“Want to see more?” she asked running her hands over her breasts and undoing the first button that held the top together.
“No thank you.”
“Stop being such a prick. Fucking will solve everything. You’ll enjoy it.”
I heard the front door open and close.
That would be Summer.
I cursed under my breath.
She’d head straight in here to get to her room and see us.
“I thought you lived alone.” Celeste observed looking on. The smile on her face fell when she saw Summer walk in.
Summer saw Celeste move her foot from my crotch and I watched the realization fill her eyes, much to my annoyance.
I did however feel a sense of redemption when I noted the jealousy that took over. Celeste looked Summer up and down as she wondered who she was.
I would be fair and admit that Celeste was beautiful. But put next to Summer, she didn’t stand a chance. If I were some sort of artist I would call this scene
The Angel and The Demon.
Summer walked in bringing in the sunlight with her ethereal glowing beauty. That hair literally looked like a halo over her head and her delicate, beautiful
features were something to behold.
Celeste on the other hand was a mass of darkness. Dark clothes, raven hair, evil eyes, dark personality.
I would have basked in the scene and the obvious tension between the two women if I didn’t see the look on Summer’s face too.
Jealousy.
And when she looked at me I saw hurt.
“New toy?” Celeste cajoled with deep sarcasm.
