The interview had finished and she was alone at home, thinking about all that had happened on that day. That day was exhausting and complicated, just like their relationship, their relationship wasn't «I hate you and I want to make your life a torture», but a «I pretend to hate you because I'm too prideful, I want to support you and I couldn't forget you in all this time» Just when she was diving deep in her thoughts, someone called at the door.
Pissed, she walked to the door and open it, expecting everyone except him. What was he doing visiting her all of sudden? Her father, Hunson Abadeer, a famous, but corrupt, lawyer and the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias in the world, was in front of her.
—Hey, Marcy, what's up? You haven't changed at all. —talked with a sincere smile. It was true that he was evil in appearance, but he truly loved his daughter.
—Dad?! What are u doing here?
—I'll tell you when you let me enter your house.
—Okay, feel at home…
—Of course, I don't need you to tell me. Well, I'm here because I want to ask you a few questions. How are you doing?
—I really am confused, too much for my taste.
—It's because of that stupid contract, right?
—How do you know?
—Honey, have you forgotten that I'm your lawyer and all the paperwork arrive first to my hands?
—That's true… but I'm not feeling like that for that reason.
—You can tell me everything, I'll listen to you. It's a thing you must do if you're a father. —said to her, touching her hand for comfort her.
—Don't worry 'bout it. It's nothing.
—Are you sure that your situation doesn't have anything in common with «her»?
The older knew he was right when he saw her twitching at the sound of that word with an especial meaning in her mind. Those girls remain the same.
—Well, you see… I've seen her again, she's interviewing me for her work. —explained looking at his golden eyes.
—I know, I was the one that accepted that offer.
—Wait?! 're u saying that all I'm feeling is your fault?!
—Don't be angry, sweetie, I just accepted because I knew that she worked there, nothing more. If you are reunited again it's something of destiny. Come on! I loved to see you with your hands linked. Moreover, I have a picture of you two, want to see? —talked with a sweet and enthusiastic voice, that reflected the affect for Bonnie.
—I pass, u idiot. —answer with a stoic voice, ignoring him.
—Too cold!
—Shut up! I suppose u're here for asking me if she's who's in charge of my interview.
—So intelligent! You've inherited the intellect from daddy! —exclaimed with a lovely voice, jumping to her arms, but being rejected with a punch.
—I think it's something obvious.
—Well, tell me. I'm sure that the time's made her an elegant, sophisticated and gorgeous. Am I wrong?
—I hate to admit it, but it's true. I don't know why I feel like that with her. She's what I've always hated.
—Marcy, the opposites attract to each other. The law of opposites governs the universe. Yin and Yang aren't anything separated but linked they are harmony, perfection. There isn't creation without destruction.
—Since when 're u so orientalist?
—Since I take classes of yoga and meditation because I killed one of my best men at an attack of fury.
—That's gross!
—You rejected being the boss of the mafia, so I've to be the one that makes things that makes criminals remember and hesitate at the time of kill. I'll be leaving, I have a hostage gagged at the car trunk.
—What?! 're u crazy?!
—Marcy, who doesn't risk, doesn't win. Never forget it.
During the night, she was the one who could not fall asleep, the words of her father kept echoing in her head «who doesn't risk, doesn't win». Had he said them with a double intention? Surely, that man was an expert in mental manipulation, and even not knowing why always ended positively influenced by everything she had to do.
Bonnie wasn't in a better situation either, because she couldn't sleep, luckily, tomorrow was a free day, ideal to disconnect and remove of her head, the figure of her ex who had suddenly returned to his life as if by chance.
She would never get to understand her, she was so warm with her that she could burn her; but a second later, she was colder than a glacier. She had a tender gesture, to later put her aside. That wasn't healthy for her heart that hadn't been able to overcome her. Every time she was with her, her dreams were built again to be destroyed immediately and without mercy, but even so, she could not help but want to see her. It was impossible for her to forget her image, her voice, her look, and her scent, she was totally under her spell and that made her angry.
As the paparazzi said, they were the news the next day. Bonnie was taking advantage of her day off to sleep and reflect on everything that had just happened in her life and was awakened by the sound of her ring tone. It was eight in the morning, who would it be and for what?
The blood on her body froze when she read her boss's name on the screen. What happened? She picked up the phone without hesitation, swallowing nervously.
—Have you read the newspaper, magazine or watched the news?
—No, sir. Why would I have to do it?
—You will discover it at the moment you turn on the TV.
—Okay, I am turning it on.
«Marceline Abadeer has been seen with a pinkhaired young woman, her identity is, unknown at the moment. A journalist saw them the day before, very sweet and affectionate, sharing a running session. Is this what marks the end of the controversial relationship she had with rapper Ash?»
—That is impossible! The pictures are taken out of context, she was just giving me water and comforting me.
—I believe you, but it is better for both of you to postpone the interview until next week. Don't come to the office, we don't need troubles, take a week off, it will be remunerated.
Those were the last words of her chief. She thought about her ex and called her, but Marceline was faster.
—Marceline? Are you okay?
—What've u done, Bonnie? I believed in u and opened myself to u for this?! I thought I could believe in u, but I suppose that I was wrong!
—Don't scream at me! I don't have anything to do with all of this. Turn on the television and you will see the guilty of this!
—I hope u're saying the truth.
—Watch it and stay quiet!
—Not that there was a special of my favourite series or something ... —Exhaled at the same time she turned on the TV and drank some water to try to calm down—. Don't fuck with me! Now they come with that? I didn't have enough problems with the stupid false relationship, so now they'll invent another one out of context!
—False relationship?
—Yes, u're hearing right. My «boyfriend» 's hateful, rude, sexist, male chauvinist and lazy —confessed over the phone.
—It seems like the guy is truly gifted… How did you end up in that situation?
—Let's say that while you, as a member of royalty, you must face marriages of convenience. Once you are famous, your love is sold as donuts and relationships begin to be seen as something to make a profit. I'm lucky that the contract ends this month, but honestly, I don't know if I can wait.
—It seems like a lot of trouble.
—Something complicated'll be urs if they identify u like a princess. Both your subjects and the press'll press you day and night.
—Well, is it true that your house is surrounded by hordes of fans?
—Yes, I have the curtains drawn and I'm afraid that some crazy man breaks a window to enter ...
—I feel guilty, prepare clothes, I am going to look for you.
—'re u crazy? I thought the reckless was me!
—There is nothing better to increase profits than a forbidden and dramatic adventure, do not you think? This is your chance to get rid of your boyfriend, what do you say?
—If u put it that way, there's no way I can refuse, princess.
—Okay. I'll go look for you and I'll have a few words with the press.
—'re u going to tire them with ur diplomacy?
—That would be plan B, I have no prepared speech, I would have to improvise.
—So, what's plan A?
—Kiss you in front of all those people and run away.
—Do u want the world to burn?!
—Recognize that it would be something exciting. Does not it remind you of our beginnings?
—U mean when I used to sneak into the palace to kiss u among other things?
There was a masculine voice in the background, how strange, Marceline was alone, right?
—Shit! It's Ash. I'll call u later.
The brunette hung up and tried to put on something decent to see that pig, what she didn't want was to create false hopes. Although he didn't give her time, he entered her room and was furious.
—How dare you cheat me like that?! —He cried, clenching his fists and threatening her against a wall.
—First, ours isn't real, it shouldn't matter u; second, everything's a misunderstanding; and third, my private life isn't your concern, for something's private. Now go and leave me alone —she spoke defiantly with a cold voice.
—How dare you talk to me like that?!
Everything was so sudden that she didn't have time to react when she realized the situation she was in, he had just hit her and a thin trickle of blood spilled from her lips.
«This kid thinks he's special. Let's show him what I'm made of! » She thought to herself before smiling in disbelief.»
—I didn't want to get to the topic of fists, but u wanted it. That phrase marked the beginning of her attack, it would not be cut, in fact, she had wanted to hit him since she saw him for the first time. It would be a dream come true. She was much faster than him and her strength wasn't what he believed, it was a superior force, maybe he had forgotten that she went to the gym and that she ran every day.
The carpet was stained with the red of his mixed blood, the blood that came out of her lip without control was nothing compared to the nose that had just broken and the lip that had just burst. Her fists ached and, in fact, she didn't know if all the blood in them was from Ash or if she had also started to bleed due to the hardness of her blows.
—Do you have something to say? You can leave before I finish with the little pride and superiority that you have left. I don't want to see you anymore in my life. Get outta here!
He took both hands to try to cut the bleeding that the brunette had just caused him and went out, using the back door. He didn't want the press to leave his image on the floor. Those blows had served as a warning and perhaps would be enough to make him change slightly.
Immediately after, she called the journalist, who didn't make herself beg and answered instantly.
—Marceline?
—Come quickly. Ash hit me, but he didn't expect that he would lose.
—WHAT?! How dare he put a finger on you?
—Calm down, only my lower lip bleeds, nothing serious.
—Of course, it is serious! He has hit you!
With that, she hung up and left her stunned, she was worrying too much, right? She could only start preparing a few clothes to put in her backpack, the notebook with the lyrics and compositions, her recorder, her laptop, and her bass.
She arrived minutes later, she could even risk saying that when she called, she was on her way. She only had time to prepare a few things. How did she know about her arrival? Very simple, the commotion was remarkable and let's say that the pinkhaired lady wasn't for the work of talking to anyone but her.
The rockstar came out with her sunglasses, jeans, a simple shirt, and a black leather jacket and found a few inches from a very angry Bonnibel, that the first thing she did before greeting her, was to take her by the wrist and kiss her without advice.
It was a voracious kiss that both wanted no matter how much they tried to deny it, with an intensity and a desire without equal. Her sweet hot tongue was introduced into her mouth and began to travel a territory she thought she had forgotten, having an effort to try to remember. Her hands travelled over her voluminous and sensual body, stopping the exact time just in the right place to make her sigh and grunt against her mouth.
That was wrong, they were getting excited in front of all those people and, what was even worse, they were kissing without having clarified anything and probably would have to fake a relationship. Although being honest, they would not mind pretending if their partner was her.
She completely lost the situation she thought she had under control, letting herself be carried away by the woman who never left her heart or her thoughts. The woman she would kill for if it were necessary, the woman who meant everything to her, who gave her a reason to move on.
Only the flashes were responsible for reminding them that time had not stopped around them, although they felt the opposite. They separated panting and totally blushed, the situation was not as any of them had believed, but it was as they wanted in their dreams.
They didn't say anything, they just walked away holding hands. Bonnie opened the passenger door and she got into the driver's seat and turned on the engine, moving away from the excited crowd.
—'re we going to ur house?
—Yeah, don't worry about it. I rented this car with cash and a false identity.
—U're such a bad and dangerous woman…
—Didn't you know it? —said with a sexy tone of voice.
—'re u playing with me?
—Maybe…
—Stop it, u're exciting me.
—That's boring, but okay. First of all, you need to take care of your lower lip, I do not want that injure left a scar in your gorgeous face.
—Ow princess, am I gorgeous? Just think about the sexy and rocker that I'd be if that was the case.
—And an idiot too.
—U know what?
—Surprise me. I am listening.
—I missed you, your sweet lips, your hot tongue against mine, your touch, the felt of your soft skin… And that makes me hate u a lot more. I hate that I want you and I couldn't forget you. Tell me, how does it feel to be my kryptonite?
—I feel just like you and that makes me sick.
—I missed too the taste of blood in a kiss, dirty little masochist.
—Stop it! I'm driving!
—Do you know what piss me off the most?
Bonnie just made a curious sound to continue her revealing talk, who knows, she could get gold material from there.
—That when we were really together, there was no scandal or problem. Why now?
—Well, we left it almost four years ago. Times change and people also, moreover, you know better than anyone that people love drama and the pink press. We live in a society blinded by consumerism and conformism. I would like that my policy in my kingdom was able to create critical spirit and forge people who were not afraid to give their opinion to the world. I think that is something very important that has fallen into oblivion because it does not suit the current policy. Politicians do not want us to think for ourselves, they want us to be one more of the manageable herd and if you get out of politically correct or morally accepted rules, you're a weirdo and, with a high probability, you'll get into trouble.
—I really don't understand how you are not the cover of all the newspapers with your ability for politics and to govern. I'm so sorry that I felt so good after your kingdom fell into darkness... After having been reflecting these last days, I realized how wrong I was. The hate and harm you caused me made it impossible for me to see anything that had to do something with you with objectivity and clarity. —confessed the brunette while playing with her hair to occult her shame.
—Do not worry, it's part of the past, although I'm glad you think like that of me. It makes me happy. I must also apologize, but I don't believe that this is the right moment for reopening my heart and my deepest fears, only two days ago I cried as I had never done before. Give me time and everything will come to light.
—Hey, calm down. Everything'll be okay as long as we remained together.
—That was what you always said to reassure me —she recalled at the same time that a tear escaped her eyes and ran down her cheek, threatening to fall before being intercepted by the warm and careful touch of the Abadeer.
—Don't cry, you moron.
—I recognize it, I'm a moron, the biggest moron in the world.
—Hey, don't say that! It was with affection.
—But it is true. I am an idiot for letting you go. That is the worst mistake of all my life.