Saying that when Fin has just punched someone in front of her, isn't it plain bullying? Margaret's naughty, mischievous in a flexing way - I like it. Me like very much.
Right, Fin punched someone. Sebastian's on the ground, a bloody mess but will live. A pity, if he'd punched him a couple of times...maybe he'd be disfigured, wouldn't that be nice?
Mr Merwe...
"How are you here?" It's better to get away from these people and get him cleaned up, they're noisy and well...we need our privacy.
"Sebastian... Sebastian... Sebastian... get up. Call for help! Someone call an ambulance!" Huh?
It's a couple of punches, surely they're exaggerating?
Mikayla is crouched down besides Sebastian, sobbing and screaming while her companions are looking on, they don't seem inclined to help.
"I'll...I'll...I'll call the police." Sara says to Mikayla as she fumbles with her purse and the cockroaches scatter - literally - they don't try to find an excuse - soon as Sara says police, everyone is making eyes at everyone then leaves - so in character with flies - and only the six of us are left.
Fin is wiping the blood of his hands, like he's wiping of dust - so leisurely and Margaret is well, being Margaret, admiring the handsomeness of my husband and I can't wait to get out of there. I have more important things I could be doing right now, you know - catching up with my husband.
(◔‿◔)___, not that catching up. Get your mind out of the gutter!
"Are you nuts?" comes from the ground, it looks Sebastian has come around or the name police kicked the stupor out of him - wonders. Not at all disfigured too - so disappointed, he wouldn't have the face to face me then. Maybe my husband has gone soft...hmm, I didn't have that impression when he bullied me.
Maybe my mind's the one in the gutter... ಠ◡ಠ
"What do you mean? He can't beat up people like this, we have to call the police."
Okay, maybe having Sara Tilli on your corner isn't as helpful as I thought, she's too green - isn't she?
"She's right. We should call the police, that way we can press charges against him for attempted rape on my wife..." What?
"I agree with Infinity, after all, who knows what would've happened if you guys didn't arrive on time? Look at all the bruises on Trent, poor thing, she might be traumatized and afraid of her own husband from now on." The smirk on Margaret's face is so infuriating, Sebastian staggers back and is caught by Mikayla.
Me - the victim who's probably traumatized and afraid of her husband - am I missing something?
When did Margaret and Fin becomes brothers in arms?
"You...You... Sebastian was just scaring her!"
Definitely not the best teammate. She cracks so quickly?
Luckily she's saved by Michael's arrival. It looks he ran to get here.
Argh...it just won't end. How long are we going to stand here for? My legs are killing me, the shoes I'm wearing aren't exactly confrontation friendly and I haven't eaten anything since I got to this damnable gala. I'm tired...
"Mr Merwe, sorry to not receive you early." He doesn't even glance at the Druids. What a best pal!
"I'm sorry to cause a disturbance at your function, my wife met a... misfortune, I hope you'll pardon me."
If Margaret doesn't burst out laughing soon, I'm afraid she's going to pop. Seriously, she's biting her hand so hard and her face is redder than chilli... honestly, what is so funny?
Michael doesn't miss a beat hearing wife + referring to me. The man can at least try to act the part of concerned...what concerned thing he is. Isn't he supposed to be surprised? He should act it. Hotel managers, right? What haven't they seen?
"No no no. It's my negligence. I didn't realise my security was so lacking." Ha. Like he didn't know what his best pal was trying to do. What was his objective anyway?
"No no no Mr Smith, you can't know what kinds of beasts are lurking around. This isn't your fault."
Okay, now I've switched places with Margaret, if I swallow my laughter, I'm going to pop. Compared to Fin, my way of handling things seem...really nice. What can a person possibly say to someone so reasonable?
"I'll have them escorted out." Ha. Really the best of pals and good at hospitality...I just might admire him.
"Michael..." Sebastian's already unsightly face has turned more unsightly. Yuck.
"What? We didn't do anything wrong! Do you even see how badly he's hurt Sebastian?" This Sara Tilli really...
"Guards!"
"It's okay Mr Smith, this man and I still have things to clear out. We'll leave together." We do? We will?
"It's better so... I'll take you to a place."
We follow Michael to a place, Fin isn't looking at me still. I can't tell, he's mad or what? I haven't seen him for so long and he won't spare me a glance but is busy with these unimportant people, just who's husband is he?
I can't sulk more than I already am, Margaret's chuckle brings me out of my thoughts, I'm almost boring holes in Fin's back. I'm looking at him that intensely...
"What?"
"Trouble in paradise?" It seems so?
"Shut up." She hooks her hand onto mine,
"You know, I get why you married him, that man is hormones on a stick. I'm barely holding it together." Yeah? Who doesn't look at his wife!
What would make him mad?
"Did you know he'd be here?" I didn't and I don't know how much of what happened he saw...wait, he can't possible think there's something between me and Sebastian?
"He's been in Country C. I didn't know he'd be back today."
"Figures, he rushes home to surprise his wife and finds her in tryst with her ex." Is that it?
We get to the room, a mini like conference room, Fin seats me next to him - literally, takes me by the hand and makes sure I'm seated - okay? I'm confused, what's wrong with him? The Druids are opposite us and Michael, Margaret and Sara don't come in.
Is Mr Merwe jealous?
No one says anything, Mikayla is busy cleaning Sebastian's face and I'm looking at Fin. Jealous...but why?
From which angle did he see Sebastian and me? Wait, that doesn't matter... it's a question of my character. Jealous... for what reason?
The silence stretches on until Sebastian's face is presentable...somewhat - not like the ouch, ouch he was shouting here and there helped the heaviness in the room.
Fin can't be jealous...can he?
"Mr Merwe..."
"Trent is my wife." Fin cuts Sebastian off. His voice is so cold and the anger contained in it... Let's just agree I don't know my husband well. =_=
"Sebastian, can I call you that? My wife...Trent, I don't know, might entertain your games but I don't have her temper..." He doesn't even give him a chance to reply... how,
"Mr Merwe..."
"And it might be pranks to you but you see, once you lay your hands...on my wife... I'll assume you don't want them anymore." Okay. This is really serious!
"Tonight's just your face, tomorrow your hands, then your legs, piece by piece till there's nothing left of you. Do you understand?" Um... maybe too serious?
I'm pretty sure Mikayla's face and mine have the same expression, we're trying to be as invincible as the air we're breathing, let alone us, Sebastian is scared shitless too. Yeah, too serious...
The tone, the face... But still so handsome!
Why is the expression on his face so much like the one I imagined the first time I heard Infinity Merwe? Dangerous handsome devil...that is now my husband?
Trent Dion...God bless you.
"If you have any unfinished business with my wife, I'm giving you this chance, your last chance to get it out of the way, next time...I won't be as gentle as I was." He...
"No business, it's all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. It won't happen again, right babe?" Sebastian gets on his feet and takes Mikayla with him. Poor thing...she probably never thought her tricks would meet - well, a boss - right? I sympathize. She must be so frightened.
"Yes yes. Mr Merwe, we're really sorry."
They leave after that.
Fin's voice stops them at the door, their backs straightening...
"Sebastian, I hope you love your wife like I do mine. Otherwise... it's better to have none." Damn.
I don't think they know how they exited the room.
It's...yep, I'm nice. My husband on the other hand...
And it's just us now, alone - in the room, and silence. Awkward... I didn't do anything wrong!
"Fin..."
Whatever I was going to say disappears in a kiss - furious-mad-raving kiss. Teeth, tongue, mouth and lots of anger. I can't breathe...
He pulls away and stands up. He's looking at me, his chest heaving, eyes darkened.
"Fin..."
"How long has he been acting like that towards you?" What?
"What?"
"That ex of yours, how long has he been like that?"
"Just today."
"He wants you back?"
"No, yes... I don't know. I think he's in some kind of trouble. We didn't have that kind of relationship."
"Oh? What kind is that?" He's asking...
"What?" Maybe I don't understand the question?
"What kind did you have?" He's kidding...
"What does it matter? He's married, I'm married. It doesn't matter what he wants."
"Oh? It doesn't look like that to me, it looks like a yes from you will make him forget he's married." He's kidding...
I don't reply...
There's something wrong with this conversation - no?
Seriously, I'm hungry and tired, I can't argue about what my ex wants - in this spectacular dress and make up. Isn't that what we should be doing? Making up for the time he was gone?
I move to him and put my hands around his neck. God really blessed him with a beautiful face. How unfair, I can't get mad at him at all.
"Sebastian is a jerk married to a jerk. I don't like him, don't want him back and will never want him back. Mr Merwe is all I need." He doesn't respond...
What trouble. I'm doing the coaxing when he just popped up? Who's the wife in this relationship?
"How sad, Mr Merwe left his wife, didn't call, didn't say anything and gets mad right after coming back, didn't you miss me at all?" At least his hands are now on my waist...I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Too hectic. My husband's moodier than me...
"Didn't miss even a little?" I plant a kiss at the corner of his lips. Really... really handsome.
"Not a little?" I plant another kiss at the other corner of his lips.
"What's a little?" The hoarseness in his voice...
"To get your wife home and make sure she's fed?"
The smile I get in return can topple cities. Wait...
"No no no. Not that fed. Fin!"
He carries me out of the room princess style while chuckling,
"You're right. I'm a terrible husband. How can I keep my wife hungry? We have a suite here."
Damn my mouth, that's not what I meant!
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