Twilight is not mine

Just a little more of what happend.

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Chapter 42

I kept my eyes on hers, trying to see if maybe a flicker of emotion would return to them, but I was disappointed when she lean down again and took the bundle of dirty cloths that she'd dropped before I had practically attacked her.

When she closed the door behind her as she left the room I felt the chill of disappointment and the sting of rejection. That was an instant deflator to my raging hard on.

After, I sat at the edge of the bed for a few minutes thinking or more like processing what just happened.

After dinner Vivian suggested we take the brandy to the patio, where there was a living room set, with sumptuous couches, and a small wicker table, the earth tone colors of the upholstery where all matched to the decor of the inside of the house.

The freshly mowed lawn and the small swimming pool where illuminated by several strands of twinkling lights stringed over a long iron fence that housed a beautiful morning glory with tinny red flowers. The night was warm and the soft breeze gave a small respite from the heat.

I sat on the plumbed chair, as Vivian stretched her long lean body over the love-seat effectively making Ivan sit at the sofa in front of me.

They looked more like a mistress and servant then a married couple, her posture was regal as opposed to his which gave the illusion of servitude and complete surrender to her.

It seamed like she relished the position and power she had over him, and even though he didn't seam to submit to her willingly he still did it.

His menacing and disgusted gazes shot to me gave him away.

Our dinner conversation was a weaving story about there first meeting and the subsequent relationship.

After we had been sipping the brandy in the patio I felt like I was being interviewed for a working position.

Ivan kept his drink close, and drank heavily making his tongue loosen up but his posture kept it's rigidness, flaring his anger with every and any interest that Vivian took at my answers to her questions, as they proceded to ask about my family, my life, why I was there, what had broad me to there doorstep.

I vaguely told them about my family, leaving out that I had left them.

For some reason I didn't want them to know that I wasn't expected back or that the reason for my arrival and subsequent stay was Marie.

As the night drew on and the bourbon flowed, Ivan moved over to the loveseat that held Vivian's almost languid body and kissed her hand and bowing his head bid us good night.

As he walked towards the French doors he turned to me. I felt uneasy as he held me prisoner in his gaze for a few seconds, and then turned to look one last time to Vivian who didn't even acknowledge his departure.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, and feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system, not wanting to be a bad guest I decided that it was time to go.

Besides I didn't feel comfortable staying alone with her.

Her gaze was too intense, it lingered on my body way too long for it to be innocent.

The uncertainty that I had felt before as to stay or to leave was quickly dissolved when Marie came outside and took the bourbon glasses. Her posture tense as she passed next to me.

-Will that be all ma'm?"- In a very quiet voice she lean down to Vivian who was too relaxed to even look at her and just waved her hand for her to leave and draped her arm over her eyes.

I took that as my opportunity and followed Marie inside.

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