If you had asked how I felt right then, I wouldn't even have the words to properly describe it to you. 'Angry' would be putting it lightly, and I was a lot more than just incensed. To say I was rely upset by what he had said would be doing my rage a huge fucking disservice.
'Upset' was a severe and total understatent.
Every fiber of my being hoarsely scread of blasphemy. Not a single one of my thoughts was spared the fate of being sward and flooded by a sea of seething red.
The crackle of lightning and the booming thunderclap that echoed far and wide outside was but a light drizzle compared to the raging storm brewing inside .
"You're not making a very good case for yourself here, you know?"
My voice was leveled, settled… and it took all I had to ensure it was kept that way. To not go completely apeshit right then and there. But there was no completely hiding it away. He stared at and heard the outrage beneath my quiet.
"I understand if finding this out, knowing what I've done upsets you..."
"? Upset?"
"But it's imperative you understand that I an absolutely nothing by it."
He was speaking, his lips were moving, but I didn't understand a single word he was saying. Bullshit, bullshit, and even more bullshit. That was my privacy - OUR privacy he violated for days on end, and now he's telling he ant jack all for doing so? Water under the bridge, a slap on the wrist, is that he wanted?
He's got another thing coming.
"Look at you, just look at you, so gentleman-like all a sudden," I exclaid, my voice wavering with every syllable. "You think talking all sophisticated is gonna make what you did sound any better?"
"No."
"You think you're in the right?"
"Did you hear saying that?" He frowned. "I for one don't recall ever stating such a thing. I'm simply answering what you've asked. How did I find out? Well… now you know how."
Believe you , I was about ready to barrage on him with a full-on interrogation session complete with a set of handcuffs and the good-cop, bad-cop routine with Ash.
So eager to know more that I've almost forgotten why we were even here in the first place.
And then an aromatic reminder ca barreling through the door. Two silver platters sitting atop a cart brought with it a visible blend of steam and sll wafting through the air.
The serving part was mostly a silent affair. A clatter of plates here, a pouring of water there, service with a smile present throughout. This dynamic waiter-waitress duo were like serving machines with how precise and efficient their movents were.
"Enjoy your dinner," they proclaid cheerily before scattering quickly away again out of sight.
Even machines can be wrong too sotis, I suppose. Dinner was never going to be an enjoyable experience, and though the pangs in my stomach roared at the sight of such a finely cooked steak before … my attention was set elsewhere - these answer-hungry eyes of mine never once tearing away from the man beset against .
A quick glance sideways revealed that Ash shared much with my sentints. Both hands kept firmly by her sides, the plate of cheese-smothered pasta going disregarded by her cold piercing stare that has yet to falter.
If looks could kill… if only…
"What's wrong?" The man spoke out to both Ash and . "The food not to your liking?"
The genuine concern arching his brows upwards. It's remarkable, actually. There were many causes for concern all throughout this little reunion and he barely batted an eye to most of them.
Now we weren't all that hungry, and rightfully so - and sohow that's what he deed a cause for concern, sohow that's the thing getting his brow gliding up his forehead. This man needed to get his priorities sorted out straight and fast. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself any longer if otherwise.
"What are you planning?" I asked, my brain becoming a playground of many grim scenarios. "What do you want?"
Another sip of wine and then a tilt of a head forward. "Have a try first."
"I'm asking you a question here."
"And I'm telling you to give it a try first," He affird, eyes growing wide in warning. "Eat."
Having petty argunts would be a waste of ti and energy, and as much as I resented the thought of having to comply again with his wishes - screw it, I got a fork in my hand, and there was a steak that needed stabbing.
Aggression had the table quivering for the third ti in a row, this ti with a fork skewered through a thick slab of at. Ash, realizing much of the sa, twirled a roll of pasta on hers and tid a bite just as I raised mine to my lips.
It was yummy, I had to painfully admit it. Ash was even easier to read, a glare on her face but an energetic movent fluttering her ears. Goddamn if only we could have enjoyed this al in peace… we'd be in food heaven with how good the food was. No… 'stead we got to dine with the devil and watch him delight as we savored in his 'generosity.'
A wide smile prominently on display, naturally, it was only after our lips were stuffed to the brim that he finally decided to relay his answer.
"Your fantasy… roommates I should call them, I suppose. You don't have to worry about their secrets leaking out. This conversation stays in this room and once I walk out that door there, I'll pretend it never even happened."
Through bulging cheeks, I managed to sound out a muffled, "Why?"
"Because as I've said, I an absolutely nothing by it. What am I planning, what do I want? Well, I suppose I've already let you in on ever since you've got here. This executive lounge is always in heavy demand. Not a day goes by without it being of use for so oil tycoon or CEO's date… they weren't very happy with when I told them they wouldn't be getting it today."
"You're not getting a thank you if that's what you're asking," I said at once, swallowing the piece in my mouth whole.
"No thanks, necessary." He said. "It was for my own benefit. Your Dad and I go way back… I wouldn't think he'd appreciate it if I didn't at least try to get to know his kid. Dinner seed like a nice way to go about it."
"Oh alright, okay, so you wanna be an uncle, then? Is that what this is about?" I gave him my most sarcastic smile. "Well - hello there, Uncle Mafia! Why'd you tried to drive into total bankruptcy when we first t? Not a very nice welcoming present if you ask ."
At this point, Ash had withdrawn herself from conversing much aside from the occasional nods of agreent to whatever I was saying and disapproving frowns to whatever it was he was saying at the mont. She was taking bites after bites, also a sip of water here and there… hunger was always a difficult adversary for her. When it ca to food - the Elf-Knight could only buckle her knees in complete and total defeat.
Just wish she wasn't so shaless about it. Damn Ash, at least try to pretend you weren't enjoying it, you're making my 'Uncle' gloat here.
"Drive you into bankruptcy?" said He, tearing his glance away from Ash. "You rightfully deserve it, don't you suppose? I've known people younger than you that have steered clear away when they were approached by my n - you, on the other hand, you just waltz into their arms with no reservations whatsoever. Your father had more sense than that, I expected naturally for you to have the sa sense as he. Sadly, I have to confess myself disappointed. I had to teach you a lesson, a lesson so cruel… you'll never forget it, and you haven't, have you? Lesson learned."
I hated how confident and comfortable he was with his justification. Had he any idea the struggles I went through scrounging up the money… and I did that for what? A lesson in naivety?
Wasn't worth it.
But I couldn't dwell on it for long… for more questions await him, and more answers awaited .
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