Chapter 2 Decisions

CLAIRE

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing I heard coming out of those pink lips, his body crouching down to be at the same height as mine, "here... you need it more than I do."

The blond handed me a white handkerchief after saying that, one that had embroidery on the edges, along with a 'G'.

"Thank you..." I thanked after taking the handkerchief, only to feel guilty for staining it with my mascara, "I'm... sorry for that..."

"It's alright, I have about... twenty more of these at home." He spoke simply, "but... what made you cry? Broken heart?"

I sighed.

"How did you guess?" I questioned before blowing my nose.

"It was just a hunch." He shrugged, "do you want to vent? I promise I'm a great listener, and I won't spread anything."

I shrugged.

What did I have to lose at this point?

"I was cheated on." I spoke without any filter, no longer caring about my etiquette lessons or the manners I always had to uphold in society.

After all, let's face it... I had smudged makeup, tears streaming down, and my dress completely spread out on the floor – the garden floor!

"You?" The blond looked me up and down, an incredulous smile appearing on his lips, "the person who was with you must not have been very smart."

"Maybe." I let out, a sigh escaping my lungs, "but... I also didn't pay much attention to him, apparently, and that ruined our relationship."

"Was that the flimsy excuse he gave?" He laughed mockingly, "my dear... if he really wanted to maintain your relationship, he would have looked for you, or found a way for you to have time together, right?"

"I don't know..." I huffed, "he just threw all that in my face, you know? But what guarantees that was the real reason? Seriously! He knew I had my plans, my ambitions, and he didn't care about any of it while he was fucking my friend!"

"Heavens, this is getting more and more cliché." He mocked, "was it your best friend, or just a friend? Just curious."

"Do I look like someone who has best friends?" I buried my face in my own hands, "and actually, I think I have no one."

Damn.

I was feeling that again.

That emptiness in my chest, and that thought that I had no one to rely on, and that no one in my life... was truly there for me.

"That's a sad thing to say..." He seemed distressed as he said it, as if he genuinely felt empathy for my being (for some unknown reason), "but you know... that can always change?"

"It can?" I laughed, "well, it doesn't matter in the end, right? I'm a LeBlanc, after all. I only need myself, and the money that will one day... be mine alone."

"That still sounds lonely and sad." He seemed to want to reinforce that idea in a way, "humans are social beings, you know?"

"Are you speaking from personal experience?" I ended up speaking as I looked at him, those golden eyes seeming to shine in the midst of the night.

"And if I am, huh?" He asked me, "shouldn't you listen to the voice of experience?"

His hands came towards my face – probably because I had finally stopped crying – wiping away my tears that were probably black; his hand doing so with a certain lightness, delicacy.

Damn... he was really attractive.

Why did he have to have this delicate face, a slightly defined jawline, and... those eyes, feline eyes like those of a cat, and a smile that... heavens...

You know what? If George can... so can I.

I was going to fuck this blond.

"Do you... want to continue this conversation in a more private place?" I asked as I stood up, my hand reaching out to help him up, "we have a whole house for that."

"As you wish." He seemed to speak innocently, as if he didn't even know what awaited him, my hand guiding him to my room (which I knew no one would come to by the end of the night).

And as soon as we entered it? I kissed him.

I kissed him by pressing him against the wall, and when I thought he would push me away? The blond pulled me closer, his hands sliding down my back, to my hips...

"Wait..." he spoke with a breathless voice, "are you... sure about this?"

Cute.

He was probably asking that because he knew the state I was in, because he knew I was fragile, and... someone's regret after sex? It must be depressing.

However, I wouldn't regret it.

I wanted him, and it wasn't just because I had been cheated on, no... it was because now I could.

"Darling... I'm not foolish enough to use you as a patch for my broken heart." I spoke alongside my eyes that were fixed on his, my hands going to the buttons of his shirt, "and you? Will you deny me?"

ALEXIS

I swallowed hard.

How could she ask me that? Especially with those green eyes staring at me with pure desire, as if questioning whether I would be a monster and deny her.

And now? Her face was no longer stained from smeared makeup, and thanks to the light of the bedside lamp that was still on, I could see that delicate face, those plump lips that looked like a doll's, the small neck, the prominent collarbones.

Fuck.

How did I get myself into this?

"You're taking too long to answer, I guess that's a 'no'..." she withdrew her own hands, her body distancing itself.

But in that gaze? There was no sadness due to rejection, no... there was a cunning air, like that of a fox.

And that made me unable to hold back anymore, my body pushing her against the wall, my lips sealing against hers, my tongue invading her mouth, her heart racing as her hands came towards my neck, my hair.

Before I could even notice, my hands were removing her dress, and she? Was unbuttoning my shirt, my lips trailing down her neck, going to her breasts that now? Were exposed.

My mouth began to lick her chest, my hand squeezing the other, moans could be heard.

That made me even more aroused, and when her body started moving towards me as if wanting more? That's when I lost my mind completely.

I wanted her.

I wanted Claire LeBlanc losing all the composure she had while descending those stairs.