Think of Me

The media and the entire damn elites of New Jersey could rot in hell. Screw her father's and her 'loving husband's' reputations. They jeopardized their reputations the moment his filthy lips touched hers. God, she never thought her blood could boil and rage so violently. Prisana's conditioned reflex prompted her to raise her arm so she could slap her despicable husband.

But of course, he didn't allow her to. Giovanni caught her hand mid air and lovingly entwined it with his. Prisana grasped it so hard in hopes of ripping it off. Then she quickly jerked her hand away from his, only to place it against the suit jacket of Elias, the man in black who watched this all expressionlessly. She made sure to wink at Giovanni as their back turned to him.

"I'll do my best to behave dear. So stop being so jealous because I'll have my way with you tonight."

By having her way with Giovanni, she meant that she would curse and torture at him in every way possible. Prisana was so furious that she forgot about the man that led her to the dance floor, who helped shuffle her through other prancing couples. That was wrong of her to forget about him. She should have known the man leading her into the dancing den was far more dangerous than her own so called husband.

"Stop that," interrupted her thoughts was that voice that caused her to forgot how to breathe.

"Excuse me," Prisana muttered, forgetting that her arm was wrapped under another man's. "Stop what?"

"When you're with me, I don't want you to think about another man."

All thoughts of Giovanni ceased as she tilted her head. Prisana almost jumped, startled that something carnal burned in those dark irises which were tinged in milky hues of golden lights from the chandeliers. She coughed, then wrapped her arms over his large and broad shoulders as he wrapped his over her waist.

"...But he's my husband. I should be allowed to think of him. And why must you, a complete stranger, ask me to dance with you? I do appreciate the gift but I never asked you to do that."

"So you're in love with him. I see...You never asked for the rose but I knew you desired it from the way your eyes lit up like early morning Christmas day and I'm no stranger."

Elias leaned in so that his lips hovered above her ear. He brushed away the lock of hair covering her ear so that his hot breath could tickle her eardrums.

"Don't you remember me? I am the beast that ruined you."