Evil Fanwank #4 Katherine Bell is the daughter of a Nuevo Riche American Archibald Bell. She set her sites on Lorenzo a few years back. She's not his type. She's not really anyone's type. However, I don't foresee any parapets in the near future.
(A/N I actually liked Katherine on GH if anyone cares, I just lost any interest/respect in her when she slept with Nik, who was practically a son to her at some point. Blech.)
Chapter 51 Dancing
"A friend of yours?"
His hands were on her waist and shoulder. He managed to lock eyes with her and Alexis found herself completely forgetting the steps. Thank God he was leading.
"Katherine is more of an acquaintance." Lorenzo smiled.
"An acquaintance you dance with."
"I have danced before Alexis, I'm sorry if I hadn't mentioned that."
She felt the flush rising steadily to her face. He thought she was jealous. Jealous! How completely absurd! "She's one of those women you were talking about isn't she?"
"I don't follow."
"You remember, the one's who were more interested in your name and money, than you or your daughter."
"Ah….I'd forgotten. I guess she was."
"Did they all call you Lorie?"
He laughed out loud. A little louder and longer than perhaps he should have. "No thank heavens, only Miss Bell uses that particular diminutive."
"She's quite attractive."
He couldn't help himself, he glanced toward her table. She was glaring at them while engaging in an intense conversation with her mother. "Do you really think so? Yes, I guess she is."
Alexis stopped. Lorenzo didn't. He stumbled at her sudden resistance. She turned and left him standing on the dance floor alone. She made her way out of the ballroom and rushed up the steps. She was being ridiculous she knew it. Finally, she found a retreat, a small alcove overlooking the Parisian skyline. She leaned against the cold window panes. Of course, this was what it was all about. He wanted her here tonight, in this dress, with these jewels, to send a message to Miss Bell. It had nothing to do with her. Nothing.
She tried to breathe normally. The girls…think of the girls she told herself. But his image kept slipping in. How had she let herself think… She was such a fool…
"Alexis?" Lorenzo questioned. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It was getting a bit stuffy in there." She smiled and rose.
"Are you sure? You look a bit pale."
"That's all the rage now Lorenzo, weren't you listening earlier?" She quipped. "Mme. LaSalle went on about it ad nausea." She pushed passed him and made her way toward the staircase.
Lorenzo grabbed her wrist. "Tell me what is wrong."
"Nothing Lorenzo, I just, it took me a while to catch onto the joke."
"What joke?"
"That would be me."
"I don't understand."
"Can we go now? I'm quite tired."
"We'll go when you explain."
"It worked. Katherine knows you've married. She'll let you alone and you can safely do business without someone trying to add their daughter into the bargain."
"You think…"
"I've served my purpose Lorenzo. I want to go back to the hotel. I want to go home to the girls tomorrow. I'd rather not be paraded around like a show dog in the future, if that is alright with you." She spoke boldly, but tears were blurring her vision.
"A show dog? Alexis, you are my wife."
"I remember that Mr. Alcazar. I remember it well."
"I won't let anyone speak about my wife like that Alexis, including you."
