Hello again! For any of you that are still reading, thank you for your patience! I promise, there will be more steamy situations as the story progresses. Please continue to be patient:)Enjoy chapter THREE;)
"Bambina, what are you doing?" Gabriel inquired as he observed his wife's collected behaviour at the dining room table.
Honestly, this man was becoming a pest. He was getting on her case every moment of the day and she was sick of it. You'd think the guy doesn't trust me, she thought, not that he has any reason to, given my behaviour lately... But still.
On top of that she was terrified that he knew about her mini fling, and so he was keeping tabs on her.
"I'm filling out these papers for my new job," she responded dryly, her hands never ceasing to do work.
"Again?" The blonde brute stood over her, now scrutinising her loopy handwriting.
It was silent, save for the consistent sound of her pen against pink paper.
He cleared his throat, trying to clear up the awkward atmosphere as well. "What position are you taking?"
"Teacher."
She was being very short with him; he did not particularly like that.
"Teacher, huh? I didn't know that was an option for you. Which sch-"
"Gabriel, I'm trying to concentrate, just, go make some food, alright?"
That was snappy of her. He definitely didn't like her tone of voice. Perhaps... she was remembering. He inwardly cringed. She was growing too accustomed to this world's norms was all. Still, he straightened up, willing to please his wife regardless. "Of course, Amore~"
Rolling her eyes, she packed everything into a folder before leaving for the library.
It wasn't a long walk, but a couple of elevated blocks did ware on her bravado. She was nearly breathless as she made it through the doors and into the air conditioned building of books.
Not too many people visited here, and for that she was thankful. A nice atmosphere for filling out a job application without the loose lips and prying eyes of her husband.
More and more these days she wondered why it was she even married him. She could barely remember a wedding at all, and she couldn't stand the man for longer than a few moments.
She needed a break. Not even three pages in and her head was already hurting from all the technical terms. Who knew all this shit wen into being a teacher?
Lilith pushed out her chair, stretching until she heard each joint in her body pop out of place before replacing themselves in their respectful socket. Standing, her sights set on the ladies restroom, she began her coordinated walk toward her destination.
...
But something wasn't right. The atmosphere was all off. No one else seemed to notice it, but it was really bothering her. A heavy presence had made itself known in the area. She looked around; for some reason, she knew who it was before she saw him. The aura was so familiar.
There he was, looking at some books in the historical fiction section. She didn't need to see his handsome face, squinted in scrutiny, to know that it was him. His smooth, plum coloured mane with a spontaneous curl was a dead giveaway.
He was here.
She needed to leave.
Mephisto could feel the eyes of his beloved boring into the side of his head. He knew she'd be here. She was always here, he'd been tracking the places she frequented, and this quaint little library was highest on the list, among other places.
He found it peaceful, a nice place to relax, and found himself coming back more often than he thought. Not only were there classics, but more modern novels packed the shelves here, contrary to the antique originals in the library back at TCA.
He chuckled, pulling out an old leather back copy of "Faust." He'd read it a thousand times over, laughing at how inaccurate the information could be at times.
His attention was brought back to the mocha beauty peeking at him over the side of the shelves. Her sneeze was rather conspicuous and he took note that she was horrible at spying.
She ducked back behind the book case, her heart going a mile a minute. She needed to leave. That fact was evident. It was odd, what his presence did to her, but she felt connected to him in a way. She felt as if she couldn't stay away if she got too close. Like a moth to a porch light, she was drawn.
She ran.
THis was dangerous. That man was dangerous. This entire situation that she was in with him was dangerous.
She was happily married with a child, though she didn't remember ever having one, she had a child to her husband. She couldn't be after this man whom she only knew for a night. One insignificant night of mind-blowing pleasure.
She couldn't do this.
This got posted way before I thought it would. ANyway, please review.:)