One Night Only

Lillie

I’m still stuck in that strong arm, stuck to him. Our bodies lie on their sides towards the living room, where my mother and sister are. My gaze goes from him to them; I notice them with an expression of confusion and amazement. The devil still won’t let go of me. I return my gaze to him to inform him with my eyes to let go. Without ceasing to see me he releases me slowly and without putting distance he stays in the same position. His face turns to my family and he smiles again with a feigned joy.

What are you up to?

“Very good day. ” He’s approaching my mother. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. “He takes her hand and places a kiss on her with chivalry”. Dante Mancini”. completes his presentation with an exuberant smile”. These are for you. – He hands her the beautiful bouquet of orchids.

For a moment I thought they were for me.

I limit myself to just squinting at his performance.

“My pleasure.” My mother comes out of her amazement to respond also with a kind smile”. Elena Watson. They are beautiful, thank you very much.

I notice a reddish hue on her cheeks.

What? !! Did she blush? This man makes any woman uncomfortable with his attractive face and his dangerous and sexy demeanor.

Then he turns his gaze to my sister and takes her hand to repeat the same thing he did with my mother. She lets out a giggle and blushes too. What? !! She is not that type, she is never embarrassed by anything and anyone.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Alexa” manages to answer shyly.

But what? His voice sounded timid. That’s not her.

I know this man can intimidate anyone, but I never thought he could do it with them.

Seconds later, I react and go to my mother to hug her and give her a kiss. I help Alex to bring her to the living room to take a seat, leaving aside that monument of a man.

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“You’re not going to stay there, are you?” He smiles at her. I would like to know how it is that you know my Lillie. Come in, please, you’re at home.

Oh, no, my mom shouldn’t have said that. Now I won’t know how to get him out of here.

As my mom and Alex turn to go into the living room, he looks at me with a teasing smile.

I turn to follow them and out of the corner of my eye I see that he is coming almost behind me.

While I’m in the living room, my mom is resting. I’m squatting in front of her. I offer her some tea, but she tells me she’d better attend to my visit. Reluctantly, I stand up to address the man who is sitting in another armchair. He is comfortable, as if it were his home. I fake a toothpaste commercial smile and talk to him politely.

“Do you like a drink?” I don’t take my eyes off him and I don’t leave my silly smile.

He strokes her chin and thinks about it for a few seconds.

He looks much more attractive today. He wears a dark gray button-up shirt and dress pants in a very dark shade too. He puts on his shiny and neat expensive shoes. He brings his jacket unbuttoned, showing his shirt, which fits very tight; it highlights his muscles.

He looks at me and answers: “A coffee, without milk or sugar.

His expression is serious, but his tone of voice is heard hesitantly.

I’m going to the kitchen to go make that damn coffee. I feel her eyes in my head. I know he’s watching me as I walk away. I enter the dining room and I see my sister, who sets the table with the help of my niece. I pass by one side and head to the kitchen to prepare the drink. This is my chance to put poison in it. If I do, maybe I’ll get rid of a crazy mafioso, but maybe I’ll make an enemy of a big mafia organization, and all because I poisoned their boss. Having discarded that interest, I continue with my task of preparing the coffee. I return to the living room with a hot cup in my hands. Or maybe I can pour the boiling liquid into her crotch to get the kinky, stalker thing off. I laugh to myself as I think about some sweet revenge.

When I arrive, I go over to place it on the coffee table. I didn’t wait for him to take it in his hands, because if he did he would throw it at her. I interrupt his animated chat.

They don’t waste time.

“Do you want anything else?” I worry him when I finish depositing the cup and I step back a little.

He bends over and rests his arms on her thighs.

“Yes, to you” she whispers, so my mother won’t hear it, but she’s having fun checking her cell phone.

I annihilate him with my gaze as I move further away from him. He just keeps smiling more and more.

Hateful.

I sit next to my mother. She raises her head to see us.

“Where did you two meet?” he asks with a slight friendly smile.

I see the Devil again with a murderous look, waiting for him not to open his sandwich to tell the truth. When I go to speak, he takes the word out of my mouth.

“At the club where he works” he answers as if nothing happened and takes a sip of his coffee. What? He’s crazy. I knew I was going to mess it up”. I am a frequent customer, I usually go for drinks from time to time. “My mom still sees him. She’s kind of amazed. I know that it seems strange to him that I interact with strangers and even more that they are customers”. She waited at my table, and as I saw that she was very nice, I started to get her to talk. Little by little he became interested in my talk and after that a friendship began.

Vile liar.

Because I was afraid that I would tell him the truth, I don’t say anything and just stare at him with my eyes wide open and gaping. He is very good at lying, and even more so at being believed. My mother is one of them.

“Interesting.” He looks at him and then at me. “It’s not easy to get a conversation out of him, unless you’re well-known.

She knows me very well. However, despite everything, she is still believed. That man is very good at deceiving people with lies and deceptions. I know that very well