Its 11:07 pm and I wake up feeling the most relaxed I have ever felt in quite a while, honestly, we're talking years. I stretch my body like a cat still tangled in the sheets, my hair is damp and my body beginning to cool itself from perspiration. I reach out with my eyes closed and frown, he's not here; yet I smile as I move a little and his scent engulfs me, never truly leaving my side.
It's been exactly like this these past couple of weeks… the penthouse our own private get away from it all. It's not the clothes the only thing I shed as the elevator goes up (because; yeah. Why pretend I'm not naked every second that I'm here) but I swear I lose fifty pounds of heaviness from my body, floor after floor the weight just floats away from my shoulders and I feel I can breathe again, Gendry makes me breathe again. He also takes my breath away… I giggle and snort. He takes my breath away? Oh yeah; I'm also losing my mind, how mushy can I be?
I have two lives now; fantasy and reality but in such a short span of time I'm having trouble telling which is which. My fantasy starts at 5pm in the afternoon when Gendry gets back from his daily activities and it ends usually at 10, 11, almost midnight when Smalls texts me saying he's on his way back home. That's my reality; Smalls. The man I'm going to marry. The one who leaves at the break of dawn to prepare himself for a better future, a future he wants to share with me. Me; Arya Stark. His fiancé. Also the girl Gendry Waters has been fucking every possible way… I shake my head. No, the penthouse is a no thinking zone, only acting. Doing. I feel his eyes on me and I grin, turning around.
"What's on that little head of yours Arya Stark?"—Gendry says leaning against the door completely naked drinking a glass of water.
"Nothing… just wondering why the hell aren't you in bed with me." He smiles and shakes his head as well. I wonder what he is thinking. Gendry's always thinking but I never ask, I prefer to ignore reality yet he's the one who keeps bringing it back into our little sanctuary. When are you going to end things with Smalls? When are you going to tell your family? Why don't you let me talk to Robb? Ugh, I hate when he breaks our little bubble.
For such a big man Gendry is actually very graceful. I watch him go around the room tidying things up; why? beats me, I'm sure we have at least one round left and normally the last one is a bit animalistic to say the least. He picks up both of our clothes, folding them neatly. He fixes the curtains, cleans up the bathroom and finally sits down on a chair right in front of the bed, scrolling down his cellphone. I bite my lip. What is he doing? Texting someone? Checking his Instagram? I don't know anything about Gendry because I'm stubborn. Actually learning something about him other than how good he is at sex would be really trying to build some kind of relationship with him and I can't, I'm already with Smalls, I'm marrying Smalls. This? This is just… this is temporary. Yes, of course it is. We can end this anytime. I can end this at any time… What little I know is because I've seen it. Although he's paying big bucks for the penthouse he doesn't use housekeeping and prefers to clean and cook himself. How does he come up with the big bucks? I know he's an engineer but I have no idea how much a freelancer earns. Sometimes he starts to talks about his jobs, little anecdotes about this and that but I cut him short with a kiss. I don't want to know where he's been because that I do know, he's well-traveled. Gendry has gone to places I can only dream of and probably will only see in my dreams. His past? It's too close to mine so I ignore that all together. He's tight with Robb, his sister died, the end.
"What do you do when you go back home?"—He asks out of nowhere. His face no longer lit by his cellphone so I can't read his expressions.
"What do mean?"
"When you go back to your place, with Smalls. What do you do? I know you're a late sleeper so what do you do with your time from the moment you leave till the minute you come back here?"—
"Well I.." Gendry has this quality that makes me feel comfortable around him but I still have my reserves about speaking of Smalls. It feels even worse to cheat on him and talk about him with the other man "… I sort out whatever Smalls might need for tomorrow. Paperwork, his clothes, what to cook for breakfast. I wake up early to see him off then I go back to bed, I normally wake up again around 10am"
"And then?"—
"And then what?"
"You're here at 5 pm sharp. You said you wake up at ten. There's a whole lot of time between those hours"—
"I'd normally hang out with Sansa or one of the boys but that's out of the question…"
"Why is that?"—He asks. His face is still hiding in the shadows since the room is dark but I can still see his silhouette. Strong arms supported by powerful legs as he leans forward.
"They all seem to be busy with you know… wedding stuff".
"I see…"—He says, well I think he said it. His voice is deceivingly soft. "And have you let him touch you again?"—
"No…" I whisper. Suddenly very aware that I'm naked as well. The sheets only reach my hips as I sit Indian style in the middle of the bed.
"I've never been with two women at the same time"—
"What the hell does that have to do with our conversation?" I snap, the sheets go up over my body and I bite my lip but this time is to stop my own jealousy. What claim do I have over Gendry?
"It has everything to do with our conversation! I mean, I'm just curious how you go back and forth between us. For example: Smalls. He's what? 24? 25? Young guy, has a future in politics, money, good family and a hot fiancé by his side. Explain to me how you're not entertaining his bed every night as you are mine"—
"I am not a show monkey to entertain anyone" I seethe. Yeah, Gendry takes my breath away… but he also manages to piss me off like no other being in the known universe.
"Stay in bed Arya Sylvia, we are having a conversation" I freeze and stay where I am. I want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. I hate it when he bosses me around yet it feels good. I'll never say that out loud by the way… "So?"—
"So what?" I reply like a petulant child, I refuse to face him.
"I asked you a question."
"And I gave you an answer. I'm not a Vegas Showgirl! I don't entertain anybody. I chose not to sleep with Smalls and that's that" He's returning back home every night dead with exhaustion so it's not like it's an option. We've also been distant in bed since the engagement but I won't say that out loud as well.
There's a pause in our talk but I know that Gendry is thinking. Does he ever stop? He's too far from me to interrupt him with my kisses.
"Do you think of me? When you're with him? Outside of these hotel walls? Because I do think about you Arya, I think of you to the extreme of insanity. I know you feel the same way. Tell me you feel the same way…"— His voice is hard but with there's a plea underneath it. I shiver. We're a lost cause. He's in this as much as I am. We're lost… together.
"Yes…" I barely whisper but his sigh tells me he heard me. There's a good five minutes of silence between us till I can't stand it. I turn around again.
He's still in the same chair in front of the bed. The lights remain off and the curtains drawn but I can still see his silhouette. He's leaning on the chair now, his legs straight. One hand grips the armchair while the other palms his cock up and down, up and down, up and down. It's a slow movement, tantalizing and I feel his blue eyes on me. My nipples harden on instinct, my body tingles in anticipation. Will this feeling ever wear out? This is when I start to panic. I stopped going to Syrio's altogether, he'd see it from miles away. Who am I kidding? I'm addicted again. Gendry Waters is my new drug.
"Do you think of me when you're away from me? How do you handle it? What do you do? Cuz I get a hard on just thinking about you…"—Gendry says in an illegal husky voice. God I love his voice! Every day I fixate on something different but his voice never fails to make the top two.
I begin to crawl my way over to him "Let me show you what I do when I think about you"
"No! Stay on the bed. I want you to show me what you do when we're not together."—
"Seven hells!" I mutter. Completely wet, gushing from his voice only. Does this guy want me to masturbate in front of him? And I'm actually going to do it? Holy fuck! I giggle as I lay down back on the bed.
Before Smalls I had a lot of sexual partners. The majority non-exclusive, some just to pass the time, others to piss Mommy Dearest off and very few out of pleasure. Jaqen stands out (yes, yes I know. You all hate him, I was a minor so legally he was a certified rapist yadah, yadah) he still got me off every time. He was a man grown, experienced. With him I knew levels of pleasure no girl my age knows or should know but with Gendry? Sex is no longer just sex, there are feelings involved. There's passion, lust, want and greed. There's desperation, a need for possession and warmth. I've never felt like this with anyone so I gladly do as he says.
"Sheets of the bed baby, I want to see all of you"—
I close my eyes and listen. By now having been so thoroughly acquainted with his body I know the tip of his cock must be glistening, the slick sound of his hands going up and down making me wanton and ready for him. I moan and arch my back, tightening my legs looking for some kind of friction.
"If I'm not touching you then nobody is, you hear me? Only you can do it and it's going to be with me on your mind every single fucking time. Do you hear me? I asked you a question Arya"—
"Yes, God yes…" I quiver. I'm a mess. I hear the chair being moved but I still don't feel his hands on me.
"Keep your eyes closed and tell me what you want"—
"You!"
"Then show me what it is you like that I do so much"— On cue my hands reach to my cunt but before I know it both my hands are over my head and Gendry his whispering in my ear, completely covering my body with his. "No, no, no wolf girl. We're going nice and slow this time"—
"It's not my fault that you're slow Waters" I say making him smirk, I'm so over my league right now.
"Really? Maybe I'm not slow. Maybe you're just too eager to have me inside you… Is this what you want Arya?"—He says placing the tip of his cock at my entrance, barely touching it. Sliding all over with our slickness. I try to move my hips forward making him slide inside me just a few inches. He growls and I cry out, I'm so worked up I'm not gonna last long. I need him.
"Yes Gendry, please. I want you!"
"Then show me what I want to see Stark…"—He says licking my ear shell, standing up and going back to sit on the chair.
I keep my eyes clothes, trying to steady my breathing and begin to touch myself. I don't know if you've noticed but I've been careful not to say lovemaking when I'm talking about Gendry but it's hard when that's exactly what we've been doing. Fucking was the early days, when we practically rutted like animals, now we take our time. At least he does. His touch is so gently and adoring that sometimes he makes me cry. I love you; he says, time and time again. I kiss him back; my response. Why bother saying I'm falling in love with him? I can't love him. Even if I could everything that I love goes away…
I start caressing my neck, he loves my neck. He says my skin is soft. His favorite place the little nook below my hear where he gives me little kisses and inhales my smell. 'It's just perfume'; I tell him. "No, it's all you"; he tells me every single time. I play with my collar bones for I while, I know he's waiting for me to touch my breast. They're small, even smaller when they're in Gendry's hands but I swear that the man thinks they're God's most perfect creation, kissing them, groping them, licking them. I hear him grunt as I twirl my nipples with my fingers.
"Arya…"—He says in between gritted teeth. His hand speeds furthers on working himself up so I go again in search to give him what he wants. My hand glides down my stomach and I begin to shiver more forcefully this time as I run one finger over my slit. "Open your legs baby, I want to see you"—
"It's not the same, my hands are not like yours" They really aren't. My hands are tinny, Small's was never into heavy petting and the few times that he was his hands were too butch but Gendry? Gendry knows things, how to touch, were to touch and with the exact amount of pressure.
"Spread you lips with your fingers"—He says coaching me as he sees I'm losing my concentration. "Play with yourself, I'm right here. I'm touching you with my eyes baby, you look so beautiful right now"—I hear the chair being moved again but I refuse to open my eyes, one hand plays with my clit while the other one runs up and down my folds inserting two in one go. "FUCK!"—Gendry yells as I'm done with doing things slow. I'm on the edge, I need to come, I'm pumping my fingers so fast that I'm lifting my waist off of the bed. The bed dips and I finally open my eyes. Gendry is straddling me, he's right above me fixated with my little show and tell, he's fisting his cock in such a way that it looks painful.
"Aaahh" I cry out, I'm close. So close. I lose it when he touches my clit, he rubs it, pinches it, twirls it between his fingers and I come, loud, messy all over my hand but it's not over, Gendry keeps on rubbing me and I feel myself building up again. "Gendry, stop. It's too much" I plead but I find myself opening my legs further apart as he plunges a finger inside me, filling more than I ever can.
"It will never be enough between us"—He growls and I come again, this time is a full on scream, trashing around the bed only being contained by Gendry's body straddling me as he positions himself at my torso and comes all over me, over my stomach, over my breast then collapses at my side. Both of us spent in what I think is one of the hottest things I have over done.
I'm marked with his seed, the room reeks of sex. I smile looking at Gendry lying so still on his back you'd think he was already asleep.
"I think you need to call housekeeping after this" I laugh going in for a hug but I'm ignored all together as Gendry stands up.
"Get dressed"—He says looking at his cellphone. "Your taxi his arriving in ten minutes"—And then he leaves the room.
What the fuck? What in the…?
For a minute I just lay there because I'm tired and properly fucked but I get out of bed, I follow him naked like he is into the living room where he's standing in front of the window looking again deceiving calm. His moody swings are a thing to be studied.
"Gendry? What's wrong? What happened back there?"
"I told you to get dressed Arya, I called you a cab"—
"What do you mean? I thought I told you Smalls was going to be out a bit more late than usual"
"Yeah well sorry if your play hours are going to be cut short"—
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that as from today our little sleepovers are over. You are going to go and tell Smalls that you're leaving him or I am!"—
"What? I'm not going to do that? What gives you the right to order me what to do?"
"And what gives you the right to use me as your play thing when I'm fucking in love with you? At least I got to use you properly before it all ended"—
I slap him but he doesn't react. He just stands in front of me in a stoic manner.
"My love for you is too big to be confined in a hotel room. End it with Smalls Arya. I mean it this time. I'm not laying one finger on you till you sort this out"—
"I hate you!" I cry out running back to the room, collapsing on the floor after I close the door. I want him to come after me, to kiss my tears away, to comfort me but he's the one doing the damage. I dress quickly and dash out of the room, I don't bother looking around for Gendry and it seems he doesn't take the time to at least see me to the door. I go out and wait for the elevator and of course he's here, he's always here. He's Gendry's little Renfield.
"Good evening Miss Stark. I arranged a taxi for you, it's waiting at the private parking lot."—Lommy says all bright and perky. I mutter a quick thank you, it's not his fault that I just got whammed – banged with no thank you and I'm certainly not a ma'am. "Goodbye Miss, see you tomorrow!"—He says as I get inside the cab and he sees me off. Tomorrow my ass! I'm done with Gendry, it's for the best, yes. Definitely the best. Tears fill my eyes.
I see the cab drive towards the direction of my house; Gendry must have told him but I don't want to be alone. In all honestly I want to go back to the penthouse and beg Gendry for his embrace but that's not an option. We're over, it's done. I won't end it with Smalls. Smalls! Yes, that's where I should go! I give the cab his parents address. That's where I should be, with the man I'm supposed to marry.
The ride takes a little more than usual since Smalls parents' house is far from the city. It's a big holdfast similar to Winterfell manor. The Umbers were old money as well and weren't afraid to show it. Smalls has been meeting with his father and his political staff to prepare himself for the upcoming elections, the poor thing can barely stand on two feet by the end of the night but I can tell that he loves every second of it. He's one of those dreamers that thinks he can make a difference in the world and you know what? He can, he already has my vote.
"Come in…"—A strong voice says after the butler greets me and tell me there's a meeting inside Greatjon's office.
"Arry? What are you doing here?"—Smalls greets me standing up. I run up to him and start to cry in his arms.
"Oh oh, it's already started"—Greatjon says smiling to the other people in the room, easily fifteen people all with papers on their hands, charts, statistics, names and computers in front of them.
"I'm so sorry for the interruption, I just needed to see Smalls" I say sniffing my nose.
"It's ok girl, that's exactly why I'm retiring, to spend more time with the missus."—
"Arry? Are you ok?"—Small says ignoring his father. I start to cry again when his mother shows up.
"Arya, darling? Look at you, come on, let's go and fix you something to eat. You look spent"—
"Actually mother, I think it's best if I…"—
"No, no. I'm sorry. Please continue with what you were doing. I just wanted to see you real quick"
"Are you sure? Because I can cut this short and go back home with you"—
"No, it's ok. I'll head back and wait for you in the apartment"
"Nonsense, it's almost two in the morning. You're staying here tonight. Come along dear. Let's go and drink some tea and see if we can get you to eat something, you look a bit worn out"—Smalls mother leads me out of the room where he stays with a frown on his face. We go to the kitchen where she starts fixing me a sandwich.
"What did Greatjon mean a while ago? 'It's already started'; what does it mean?"
"Oh don't mind that old bat and his teasing. It's just that wives get the short part of the straw when it comes to having a husband who is a politician. But in time you get used to it. Being alone while your husband is in office, you come to terms that it's for the greater good"— She continues to explain while I'm sure she sees the confused look on my face "You miss my little Jon, why else would you drag yourself in the middle of the night to come see him"—
"Oh, of course…" Guilty personified, that's me.
"He misses you just the same sweetheart. Have I told you how excited he is for the wedding? He's told me to put an extra eye on the Baelish character. Ugh, I still cannot believe your mother chose to marry that man."—She shudders in a very ladylike manner "I absolutely despise him"—
I laugh "the sentiment is shared by many, believe me"
"Anyway eat this up so I can go and prepare Jon's old room for you to sleep in. What do you say if tomorrow we go and have some quality mother daughter time and pamper ourselves with massages and Champaign?"—
"It sounds wonderful Mrs. U"
"None of that my dear, call me momma like everyone else in this family. You're already an Umber in my eyes"—She says giving me a kiss on the cheeks and there goes the tears again.
I don't eat, I can't stomach anything with how horrible I'm acting. I just go upstairs to Smalls old room and take a bath. I smell like Gendry. I soap myself up trying to erase all evidence of him from my body and collapse into bed. I don't look at the clock when Smalls comes in. I'm still awake.
"Hey…"—He says pulling me into his arms "What do you say about eloping? Going to live on a faraway island and living as owners of a coconut bar"—
"And be responsible of giving each and every one of our relatives a heart attack? It depends, what kind of drinks are we going to serve?" He laughs, it feels nice to make him laugh but then he gets all serious again.
"Are you ok Arry? You looked a bit shaken up downstairs"—
"It's ok, I just missed you. That's all."
"It's not ok, I've been running around all over town and not giving you the attention you deserve"—He sighs and I turn around giving him a kiss on his forehead. He has nothing to feel guilty about, I on the other hand…
"You're running for Town Major Smalls, I think I can be spared to the sidelines"
"You're my fiancé Arya, I'm supposed to be helping you with the wedding plans"—
"Please" I scoff "As if I have a voice on any of the planning"
"Yeah, about that. I'm not sure about Littlefinger running the show. I hope you don't mind I told Mom to stick her nose were she can"—
"I think Momma is better suited next to your dad, let Littlefinger alone. The quicker this thing is over the better" I say, I don't want to mess with him (for now)… I still remember he has Sansa's medical records. Smalls smiles at me. "What?" I ask.
"You said Momma"—
"Yeah, your mom told me to call her that"
"Are you comfortable with that?"—
"It's just a name, she seems to like it"
"So? I'm asking you! I know you don't have a good relationship with your mother. A ring doesn't mean anything Arry, I won't force anything on you. I'll always worry about you but I like that you let Mom in, she's always wanted a daughter. I'm glad that I can give her that"-
"It's ok Big guy, I'm good. Don't worry about me" I say patting his head.
"God I'm tired."—He says rolling over so that I'm under him. "Hey, are you wearing a new perfume? You smell different"—Shit, I knew I should have washed my hair.
"Uhmmm. Different body wash I guess…"
"Oh…"—He says as he starts to kiss my neck, his hands go under my t-shirt. I don't stop him but my body becomes and iceberg. "Shit, I'm sorry Arry. You're all tired and here I am hovering over you"—
"It's ok, don't worry" I say trying to kiss him but he pulls away from me, leaving me feeling nothing but cold. Just like Gendry did…
"No, go to sleep Arry. I promise we'll go this weekend to my father's cabin in the mountains. Just you and me, how does that sound?"—
"It's sound like something you need" I reply knowing that Smalls tends to retreat to that cabin when he feels he has too much on his plate.
"Great, I'll take care of everything tomorrow. Let's go to sleep. I love you Arry"—
"I love you Smalls" We both say on each side of the bed, far away from each other.
…
"I feel like we're the Plastics and it's a Wednesday. No one is allowed to sit at our table"
"That's because no one can sit on our table. We're the ones who call the shots, let them walk around kissing their own asses"
"OUCH! The inner bitch not so inner anymore? The jury is still out there whether I like this new and improved bitchy Arya or not"— I roll my eyes at my banter with Hot Pie.
Tonight is a night of celebrations, tonight Small announced that he was running for Major, tonight marks a few less than a month till my wedding day, tonight I'm getting plastered. I haven't seen Gendry for weeks.
"Well I like her"—Theon says approaching us, clinking his glass with mine as we both down it like pros. He signals a waiter for a brand new bottle. "This party blows. Is this how your life going to be from now on Little Wolf? Because beside us; the next person in age is 104 years old"—
"Smalls needs support for his campaign, he needs to meet and greet every voter"
"Starting with the senior citizen population?"—
"Starting with the ones who rule the North" I say as I spot a fair share of Dad's old acquaintances. Karstarks, Manderlys and Hornwood's walk around the room flaunting their power. I just smile, wave and make sure my dress isn't wrinkled. Tonight I'm 'Eddard's girl', the Eye Candy on Smalls's arm. My face muscles hurt from smiling so much, at least for faking it.
"Anyway, I'm gonna bounce"—Theon says ruffling my hair up, already taking off his suit and tie "Call me when the wolf comes out to play again at wedding"—He winks at me and leaves. I'm flying solo today, Hot Pie my only companion as everyone already left. I don't count Littlefinger and Catelyn as family.
"You can go as well Hot Pie, I know you want to check out the new club over at Main Street"
"And leave you here all alone with the bourgeoisie? I think I'll stick around for a little bit longer, see if I can find me a sugar daddy"—
"All the men here could be your great grandfather HP"
"Exactly; one feet on the grave. If I snag one and he happens to die on me I'm getting all the money while I get to play the part of gorgeous widow who has to retreat to a Caribbean Island in order to deal with her grief"—
"Will you at least send me a postcard?"
"A postcard? Honey you'll be coming with me! I'll be the grieving widow while you'll be the young jaded bride who goes on trips with her hot foreign gardener"—
"Shhhhhh keep your voice down HP, somebody from the press might 'quote' you!" I say looking around.
"Don't be delusional, everyone here is playing the lying game. Who's screwing who, who's personal assistant is stealing, who's on the verge of bankruptcy, anything you can think of? People are hiding it right in this room. They're all here just to see if you and Smalls can play along"—
"I just wish there was a different way of Smalls getting the job without so much…"
"Ass kissing? Plotting? Scheming? It's politics Arya, why do you think your Mother and her side Ho like these parties so much? Besides, just because Smalls can play the game doesn't mean he's one of them. He's the rare political idealist who can actually shake things up. I hope he doesn't get whacked off like Kennedy"—
I hope the killer misses the target and kills me instead as yet another possible sponsor comes to greet me. I've been the victim of the classic yet deadly 'I'm old / I can go for a kiss on the lips' act all evening, Baelish and Mommy Dearest have been handing out wedding invitations as if they were sorority party flyers and the press is on baby watch. This is just day 1 on the candidacy and there's still the wedding. If I pay someone to kill me would it be suicide?
Hot Pie is all talk as he leaves me to chat with a waiter he's been eyeing all evening so I scan the crowd till I see Smalls at the other side of the room doing the exact same thing. We start to walk towards each other savoring a rare time for ourselves.
"I have ever, never in my entire life wanted to punch an elderly woman"—He says as I fix his tie.
"You mean Mrs. Perry?"
"She touches me Arry, she touches me in places. I feel dirty"—
"Well what about me? Her husband has been trying to french me all evening"
"I suggest you man up Umbers and mark your territory. I wouldn't vote for a man who lets his wife be pawed by another"—I get whiplash from how quickly I turn my head around. Lo and behold, it's him: Gendry Waters.
"Hey man I didn't know you were still in the city, thanks for showing up"—Smalls says giving him a nod.
"Yeah, I've have some unfinished business to attend to. Congratulations on the candidacy"—
"Yeah, thanks. I can use as many votes as I can get. It sucks that you don't live here. Are you planning on sticking around?"—
"It depends. If all goes well I won't be here for your wedding"—Gendry says in a mocking tone that quickly disappears as I stand closer to Smalls. He's sitting down while I'm standing in between his legs, I have his hands on my hips. It's not what you would call a disgracing public display of affection but it's enough to make Gendry frown and make his eyes spark with anger. 'Don't let him touch you'; his words from what it seems is a lifetime ago. I didn't break any promise if I wasn't his. I'm with Smalls, he can be able to touch his fiancé if he wants to.
"Oh there you are! You found them!"—Jeyne's voice interrupts our little staring contest. Not Robb's Jeyne but the other one; the Poole Bitch. She prances over with a handkerchief pretending to be a dress as she hugs Gendry's arm with her fake breasts. "Congratulations you guys, everybody is talking about you"—She says with a voice so fake that only mine can rival it.
"OMG Jeyney thank you so much. Are you two on a date?"
"Long time overdue if you ask me, I saw him a couple of weeks ago and practically had to assault him to get him to ask me out. We're going out to the new club over at Main Street but I insisted we came here first. I said 'little Arry and Big Smalls are family; we have to show up' Even more now that I'm one of your bridesmaids. We are going to have so much fun!"—
"Of course we are" I mutter. No, I haven't gone completely mad yet. Catelyn included her without my consent. Like I said; Mommy Dearest and Littlefinger are calling the shots. As for Jeyne? She hates me, I hate her. She just wants the exposure.
"Is that the reporter for Page Six? Smalls I need a picture with the future President!"—Jeyne squeals already sporting her duckface.
"Actually it's Major"—Smalls sighs as Jeyne drags her away. Gendry and I remain in silence and it's awkward as hell.
"You know I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who would go for someone like Jeyne" I say sounding way more bitchy than I intended to. I don't care.
"I'm not… I also don't go for insecure little girls too scared to stand up for themselves yet here I am"—He says raising his glass, the mocking tone is back with a vengeance, this time it comes with a smirk. I want to bite him for my pleasure and his pain.
"You were the one who threw me out of the penthouse!"
"You were the one who refused to come clean! By the way are you fucking him?"—
"Shut up you Stupid Oaf!" I say dragging him into a corner. "Don't say things like that, someone can hear you!"
"So? Let them hear me, you're mine Arya. Don't make this any worse letting him touch you. I swear to God I will fucking kill him if he put his hands on you"—
"We're a couple, engaged to be together. What do you think we do? Sit all day and sow?"
"So this is it? Are you just going to go through with all of this? Become a hypocrite who cheats on her husband?"—
"I told you, we're over. I'm never going to sleep with you again!"
"Who says is going to be with me? You're becoming your mother you know that right"—
"The press is less than ten feet away. I can spin this as a little banter in between friends but if you slap him it's going to look like a lovers spat and nobody wants that do we?"—Mom stands behind us as we walk apart from each other not so covert like we thought we were. "Arya Darling come with me, there's a couple of people I'd like you to meet."—
As Catelyn extends her hands I see Gendry hammering his eyes into my soul. Take her hand and get lost in your pretend world, I'm out; they say. They scream at me. Blue orbs that I know will forever haunt me, they already do… I take her hand.
"Have a nice life!"—He says walking away. Taking my heart with him as Smalls takes my last name away and the press all my smiles.
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