“Did you say salad? You never get a salad!”
I laugh and speak.
“Yea I know, he cut me off though as I was ordering it and ended up ordering for me.”
I say and hear Elizabeth say,
“Ok and? That's what you Like Lilly? What's wrong with him ordering for you? I mean yea ok; it may have come off rude, but clearly, he knew you didn’t want a salad.”
I know she’s right; truth is I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so angry with him when he ordered for me. I think back to how he looked so hurt at his attempt to make me happy and all I did was trample all over his sincere gesture to me.
I tell them everything that happened after the kiss, the way he made me feel, everything. Mary was super excited while Liz was cautious about it all. As I should be as well but seeing him be vulnerable before telling me about his mom.
I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it, but yet he still let himself talk about her around me. To me that meant so much, for him to be able to do that. I sat there recalling the moment when he kissed me, the hunger I felt in the kiss. I touch my lips remembering how his lips felt on mine and how he tasted like Mint and Strawberries.
I smile, but it fades when I remember him touching my stomach,
“Lilly Darlin, you need to lose this stomach I mean look at these stretch marks. They look absolutely disgusting, when I touch them, it feels like ridges. Here eat this celery stick, trust me you will thank me.”
I feel the sadness start to overcome me again, remembering how disgusting I truly am. I remembered Maxwell telling me that just a week before I caught him cheating on me.
I remembered him yelling at me for intruding as if I was the one in the wrong. I remember every little thing that happened that day when I found out of his infidelity. Him calling me a disgusting pig and how if I had put out more maybe he wouldn’t have to find strange women and have sex with them in our home.
I remember how my hand felt stinging when I had slapped him, and how he hit me back and wouldn’t let up. Mary and Elizabeth rushed to my side in the hospital telling me I needed to leave him.
But those thoughts started to fade when I saw the message that popped up on my screen.
Hey Lillypad, I just wanted to say thank you for going out with me tonight. I really enjoyed it. I also enjoyed the kiss we shared. I hope we can do it again, and soon?
The memory of Maxwell is beginning to fade slowly but surely, Adonis is making me believe that there are actual good and genuine men out there.
I gather the courage to message him back, and smile as I type my response to him. He really is bringing the best parts of me back. I only hope he truly meant everything he said and did tonight.
“Adonis”
I say his name and let it linger on my tongue. Was it really ok for me to let someone new into my life? After everything that I have been through, can I truly trust him? I hadn’t let anyone else into my life since the day I left Maxwell. I vowed to never see him again and that is a promise I am going to keep.
I roll over on my bed, resting my head on my pillow thinking about the way Adonis laughed and smiled and the kisses and intimate moments we shared. As I think about all these things I let sleep take me into her arms.
Adonis
I send Lillian the message and get off my bike, I take my helmet off and head into my home.
“Master Malith, how was your evening?” Cylus was the family butler and truthfully the closest thing I had to a father figure in my life.
“It went rather well Cylus,” I tell him, there’s a glint in his eye, he seems happy for me.
“Well, that's delightful I hope she is a wonderful lady, sir.”
I nodded in his direction and head for my room. I get to my room and close my door; my phone goes off.
I had a wonderful time too, yes let's do it again sometime. Goodnight x.
My heart skipped a beat, but I shook it away. I pulled out the file my father had given me the other night, Opened the file, and looked at the picture again and suddenly I felt a pain in my chest. Someone had crossed my father, and someone put his ex-girlfriend up as collateral whether she knew it or not she now belonged to house Malith no matter what.
However the target In the picture was one I knew, and this picture showed me my weakness, and that was her. Why did it have to be her? I have always followed the rules, maybe this isn’t love no maybe this is obsession, yeah that's it HA I am obsessed with Lillian, I am obsessed with her smile, and the way she looked in that pink dress, and how I wanted nothing more than to run my hands along her thighs and let my fingers sink into her hot core. I am obsessed with how when she cries her nose crinkles just a bit, or how when she is moaning my name, she grips me harder with her hands. I trace the spot she had her arms around my waist and where I felt her digging her nails into my shoulder when I had bitten her.
“Fuck”
