Macy walked to the elevators and pressed the number for the floor the terrace was located. She didn't even bother to change her clothes. She wasn't trying to impress him and this wasn't a date she wanted to go on. In fact, she treated this more like a business deal because she needed to keep Nick's reputation safe. She was hoping more people would be there. The hotel sometimes turned the terrace into a restaurant with loads of people dining there. But they were alone.
"Macy…" Sergey said as he stood up and walked to her when he saw her. He stared at her and she knew he was surveying her clothing choice. If he wasn't satisfied with her choice of jeans, a black tank, and purple plaid shirt, then that was his problem. She stared at his face and noticed that his face was a little less swollen and his lips were less puffy. "I should have specified that this would be a semi-formal affair."
"Fuck you…" she said as she walked to the table. "Let's just get this over with…" she said as she sat down. Sergey stared at her with an amused expression on his face and she felt like slapping him. He knew that she didn't want to do this and he was loving it.
"So eager…I like that." he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes. He reached across the table and she moved back. There was a glint in his eyes as smirked and she glared at him. "I was reaching for the bottle of champagne, Macy. Since you did not enjoy the bottle I had given you for your birthday, I have purchased another bottle." he said as he opened the bottle and the popping sound of the cork caused her to jump a little and he chuckled. "Do not be so jumpy, Macy." he said as he rested his hand on top of hers and she pulled her hand away.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled and he chuckled as he stared at her. He set the glass of champagne on the table and slid it do her. "I'm not thirsty…" she said as she glared at him. "You probably drugged it, anyway."
"Did you see me slip anything into your glass? Trust me, I would not drug you. When I have you, I want you to be conscious and aware of the pleasure you feel." he said as he stared into her eyes, and she didn't know why, but she believed him. She knew he wouldn't because he wanted her to come to him just like she did three years ago. At least, she knew he wouldn't rape her.
"Fine…" she said as she lifted the glass from the table and slipped from the glass. She rolled her eyes as he smirked as their food arrived.
"Forgive me…I ordered for the both of us. I am sure you would love this." he said as she stared at the pasta dish before her. She grabbed the fork and began eating. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah…" she said before shoving more of the pasta in her mouth. She felt uncomfortable with Sergey watching her eat. Hell, she felt uncomfortable being there and she wished it would be over soon. She reached for the glass of champagne when Sergey spoke.
"Macy, I am curious. Were you jealous when you saw Katia in my room that night?" he asked and she chocked on her sip of champagne.
"Hell no!" she lied and she knew he could tell she was lying. She did feel jealous.
"Macy…there is not a reason to lie to me. Be honest. It is just you and me. I will not tell."
"Fuck you, Sergey. I'm sick of your shit! I'm sick of you invading my mind and picking it apart for your sick amusement. I told you…I don't love you and I don't want…"
"Macy, I know what you want. You just…will not admit it. Tell me, Macy. Even now, you want me. I am turning you on and you desire me." he said as he leaned forward and she gasped wondering why her heart was beating faster and her breath heavy. "I am affecting you right now. I can feel it. Just admit it, and I will make your fantasy come true. I will…"
"Sergey…stop it!" she said through gritted teeth. She felt as if she was going to cry, because he was right. She wanted him. She felt horrible and she didn't want to feel this way or these things for him. She wanted to leave, but she knew he would tell them that Nick attacked him.
"Stop denying how you feel, Macy. Three years later, and we still have these desires for each other. I am not lying when I say I crave you. I have not been able to move on. I know I seemed cold and distant when you left, but…I really did miss you more than you know and more than I thought I would feel."
"You don't love me, Sergey. I don't love you. You confused me and I had sex with you thinking I wanted you. I regret that night even if you don't."
"I do regret that night." he said and she stared at him in shock. There was no way he could regret that night, because he would have to be human to regret and, to her, he didn't seem human.
"You don't regret shit! You just love rubbing it in my face that you were my first and that I desired you more than Nick. Well, it's not the case now."
"Really, Macy? Are you still willing to keep up with this charade that you do not feel anything for me when I know your body reacts differently." he said as he leaned forward.
"I want to leave, now, Sergey…" she said as she leaned back and was about to get out of her seat, when Sergey grabbed her wrist.
"I would advise you to stay, Macy. We are not finished with this date. You do care about Nick's reputation, do you?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at her.
"How could you be so fucking cruel? Huh? You just love seeing me suffer! You love seeing me weak! You get off on causing me pain! Were you always like this or did you become this way when you met me because you knew you could? Were you this way with the woman you almost married?" she asked and he tightened his grip on her wrist and for a moment she saw his face change from the cocky and confident smirk, to one of anger and…hurt.
"Never mention my ex-fiancé ever again." he said as he stared into her eyes. For a moment she felt fear, but something came over her and she began to smirk. She had struck a nerve and, for a moment, the roles had be reversed. He was the weak one.
"What? You can put my love life on display and taunt me about my relationship with Nick and how much I love him, but it's not okay to talk about your ex-fiancé?"
"Exactly. Do not forget that you are in this situation because Nick attacked me. It does not matter…we can leave." he said as he stood up and grabbed her hand.
"We? I'm not going anywhere with you! I'm going to my condo. I didn't agree to anything else, but the dinner. We had dinner, the food and champagne were great, and I want to leave."
"How much do you love Nick? Apparently, not enough because I think you want me to go to the media." he said and she sighed letting him know she wasn't going to fight him. Taking the elevator to his floor, they arrived at his door and the swiped the cardkey. When the door opened, she saw Katia sitting on his bed in black lingerie. Sergey chuckled as Katia stood up and walked to him. He was still holding Macy's hand when Katia kiss him.
"What the hell is this?" she asked trying to rip her hand from his grasp. Katia began kissing his neck and he moaned making Macy sick to her stomach.
"A form of persuasion to get you to break up with Nick sooner. Until you do, you get to watch me give a woman pleasure…the same pleasure you are unwilling to admit you want."
"You sick, asshole! I'm not watching you fuck someone else!" she said as she ripped her hand and away and ran out the door. Once she was in the elevator, she cried knowing she let Nick down and ruined his reputation. There were some things that just wasn't worth the humiliation.
