'I didn't know Kaiba dated cheap trash.'
After both men had left the table, Scarlette found herself being belittled by the so-called escort that Kaiba's associate, Mr. Jenkins had brought along.
She sipped her wine, not wanting to be bothered by her words, even though part of her felt ticked off. Why was everyone insulting her for dating Kaiba?
'Why don't you tell him yourself?' she asked.
The dark-haired woman scoffed. 'You may think you'll be the one to have his heart forever but as soon as he's done with you, he'll throw you aside', the woman's words sounded awfully bitter and that led her with only one conclusion.
She fought the grin that played on her pink lips. 'He broke your heart, didn't he?'
At that, the other woman's face fell immediately. She shot up, her face turning red with anger.
'I don't get it! You're not that special-looking!' she declared.
At her shouting, all the people in the restaurant turned their heads, including Jenkins and Kaiba, whom had just returned from their little conversation outside.
Scarlette remained calm, letting her chin rest onto the back of her hand.
'Maybe it's because I don't kiss his ass like everyone else', she stated.
'You little tramp! I'll -' 'Joanna, lower your hand now!' the other woman was cut off by Jenkins, whom looked far from pleased with his date's childish behavior.
Kaiba retook his seat beside Scarlette, huffing. 'You know, Joanna, I had hoped you wouldn't hold it against me', he put his hand on her thigh; 'you should take a seat and stop making such a scene of yourself', he told her off.
Joanna whimpered, sitting back down besides Jenkins with a shameful look on her face. The latter scoffed.
'Excuse her behavior, Mr. Kaiba. I'm sure she meant no disrespect towards your girlfriend', he apologized.
Scarlette watched Kaiba pull out a contract. 'It's fine. Now if you'll sign this contract, I will make sure your name will be well-known in Domino City when my DuelDisk-system is on the market', he stated.
Jenkins took the pen from him, chuckling as he signed it. 'There we go. Now are we up for dessert?' he asked.
Joanna shot up. 'I'm full. Excuse me.'
She ran off and Jenkins heaved a sigh, before turning his attention onto Scarlette. 'I apologize again, Miss', he eyed her more closely and grinned; 'well well, now you've done it Kaiba. I didn't know your little lover was related to the King of Games?!'
She felt Kaiba's hand on her thigh tighten. She carefully put her own hand atop of his to ease his rising temper. Everyone knew that bringing up Yugi Mutou around Kaiba was a bad idea.
'She's not', he cut off his associate; 'you'd be wise to drop the subject', he almost growled.
She gave Kaiba a worried look. She grasped his hand more firmly. 'Seto…' she called him by his first name then, and she felt him shiver in response.
'I apologize, Mr. Kaiba', Jenkins sighed; 'I meant no disrespect.'
She just breathed out annoyingly. Why couldn't Jenkins watch his damn mouth?
…
After dessert, Scarlette could feel herself bordering on being drunk by the large amount of wine she had ingested that evening. She had become rather giggly and boundaries, especially those between her and Kaiba…seemed to matter less and less to her.
She had nestled her head onto his broad shoulder as he carried her up the stairs, her arms wrapped around his neck.
'You're such a lightweight', he sighed in disapproval.
'I'm not. I'm perfectly sober!' she protested with a whine.
He looked down on her, shaking his head. She met his gaze, finding a very faint smile on his lips. She bit onto her bottom lip, tracing lines on his back and shoulders. 'Aren't you tempted?' she wondered.
He frowned, setting her down to swipe the card and open the door to their hotel-room, before picking her up again.
'Tempted to do what?' he asked.
She flushed. 'To kiss me', she muttered.
His mouth dropped and he was unable to find words, so he shut it again.
'You're intoxicated', he looked away from her. She frowned.
'But I thought you wanted me? I heard you on the phone with Mokuba…'
His eyes widened at her words but at the moment, she really didn't care. Her mind was muddled by all the alcohol and she didn't foresee the problems her words would cause the following morning.
He ignored her, bringing her into the bedroom. He attempted to simply lie her down but she pulled him with her, finding herself underneath him. He stared down on her, sighing.
'Let go of me, Scarlette', he asked quietly.
'Why? I thought you wanted this', she pouted.
She watched his grind his teeth together. 'Not when you're intoxicated like this', he replied.
'But -' 'no buts!' he cut her off sharply. She flinched in response, watching him crawl off her and seating himself beside her. He took off her shoes then stood up.
'I'm sleeping on the couch tonight', he stated.
She sat up, grabbing his wrist to stop him from walking away. He glared at her.
'Let go', he growled.
'But Seto -' 'we'll talk about this in the morning', he breathed in; 'now go to sleep.'
He left her in the bedroom by herself. She lowered her head, fighting her tears. Why was he being this way?
…
That following morning brought a lot of things. Sunshine, warm weather and for Scarlette in particular, a massive headache.
She groaned, putting a pillow on top of her head to snuff out the sunlight. She never wanted to drink so much wine again; it had made her say such embarrassing things -
Her eyes went open wide and she shot up, cursing loudly at the sharp pain in her head. As soon as it had subsided, she looked around the suite to find a trace of Kaiba. He wasn't there.
Good. After last night…I need to sort a lot of shit out…
The sound of running water drew her attention. She blew out some air; it seemed he was in the shower. So she had some time to herself.
Carefully she got out of bed, finding her dress thrown onto the ground, and what appeared to be aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand, along with a note.
'Take these. We'll talk later. S.K.'
She flushed, taking the aspirin to swallow with a gulp of water, shame ripping through her. She had acted despicable last night. Why had she blurted out she knew about the phone-call?!
She put her hands to her head. 'I'm such an idiot!' she exclaimed.
She then heard the water in the bathroom stop. She gulped, her face rapidly growing red.
Well I'm fucked! Might as well hand in my resignation now after last night's fiasco!
She tiptoed out of the bedroom, headed for the knocking that was heard on the door of their suite. She opened it, and a young boy with a food trolley walked in.
'Your breakfast, Miss. As requested', he smiled.
'Just leave it', she rubbed at her throbbing forehead.
He gave a nod and left. She pushed the trolley into the room, busying herself with putting all the food on the table. All the while, her nerves got the better of her. She didn't want to have this conversation!
Her back tensed terribly at the sudden nearing footsteps. She dared to look up; Kaiba stood there, scrubbing his hair with a towel while he wore a lazily buttoned up dress-shirt and dress-pants.
'How did you sleep?' he asked.
Why the hell are you being casual?!
'About last night -' 'I asked about how your sleep was?' he cut her off.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. 'Fine I guess. A massive headache but other than that I'm fine', she answered.
'The aspirin should take care of that. And we don't have to be anywhere today so feel free to lounge around the pool ', he shrugged.
She swallowed. He took a seat at the dining-table, leaving her nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt. He gave her a sideways glance.
'Don't worry about last night. You were intoxicated; I'm not holding it against you.'
She shifted on her bare feet. Was that all he had to say?
'But -' 'I don't know what else you want me to say', he cut her off; 'yes, I like you but it's clear you don't feel the same way about me', he blatantly stated.
She felt a small pang of pain in her chest at his words. That wasn't true. And how dared he to make assumptions about her feelings just because she wasn't being obvious about it?
'That's not true', he gave her an indifferent look, clearly not believing her; 'you can't just assume I don't like you because I don't act on my feelings!'
Her cheeks grew warm; was she really talking about this with him?
'Maybe you should consider the fact that I'm not as confident as you are and that it takes a lot for me to come out of my shell! Yes, I'm shy and I overthink things way too much but that doesn't mean I don't care about you!'
Her face felt flushed, tears stung in her eyes and she felt ridiculously vulnerable but she had to get it out of her system. And judging by the look on Kaiba's face…she had stunned him into silence for a change.
A stray tear slipped from her eye. She wiped it aggressively.
'I-I do like you. Maybe even more than that', she put her arms around herself; 'I mean, give me a break, up until a few months ago I didn't know you were capable of any positive emotions', she muttered.
More tears began to run down her cheeks. She bit on the inside of her cheek roughly, not wanting to cry in front of him. 'You're such an ass…' she scoffed.
She went back into the bedroom, not wanting to wait for his response. She got herself dressed in a tankini, light pink sundress and sunglasses. She threw a bottle of sun-lotion into her bag with a growl.
She left him in the hotel-room without another word. After her outburst…she didn't want to see or talk to him for a while. She was going to take his advice and lounge around the pool. Maybe that would help her clear her head.
…
Staying by the pool had turned out to be a good idea. The sun was shining brightly and it warmth felt wonderful to Scarlette's skin. It slowly seemed to shine her troubles away. That was, until she heard multiple women giggle and exclaim at the entrance to the outdoor pool.
'He's so handsome!'
'He's coming over here!'
'I didn't even know Seto Kaiba was staying here!'
She scoffed, shoving her sunglasses further up her nose. Just great, he's coming over here…
And that, he did. From the corner of her eye, she could see him push past the horde of women, looking awfully dressed up in his blouse and dress-pants. He aimed straight towards her and she could do nothing but bury her nose into the book she was reading.
When he took a seat on her pool-chair, she took off her sunglasses, giving him a foul look. 'What do you want? I'm not in the mood -' he didn't allow her to finish her sentence; he just kissed her, harshly. She was tempted to simply shove him off, but let him part her lips with his persistent tongue as soon as his grip on her softened and became more gentle.
The women around them squealed and giggled. She tried not to pay attention to it, whimpering as he parted from her. He brushed his thumb over her chin, his expression unreadable.
'I-I don't -' 'you never shut up, do you?' she glared at him; 'you're right, okay? I was being an ass', he muttered.
He shifted closer, keeping his eyes on hers. 'I want you to be mine', he almost whispered.
She put her hands to his chest. 'Aren't I, already?' she mumbled.
'No. The press may believe that's the case but I don't want this to be circus-show anymore', he ground his teeth together; 'I want you to be with me, because you want to. Not because you signed a contract', he whispered.
She smiled timidly. She hadn't expected him to be so forward all of a sudden. But she didn't, couldn't complain. He was making an active attempt to have her in his life, which was really appreciated.
She put a hand to the side of his face and leaned upward to softly kiss his cheek. 'I'll give you my answer after tonight's dinner, okay?'
He seemed less than pleased, but agreed anyway. 'Fine', he grumbled.
She just breathed a soft sigh. Maybe after tonight…things wouldn't be so difficult anymore…
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And MOAR filler! Gah! I hate writing filler xD but soon, we will arrive in Battle City, I promise!
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