Losing control

"Oli—" Elsa smacked his arms and laughed. "You are too much sometimes."

"It's not me, blame my wild hormones," he winked at her again.

Elsa sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. He was the only one apart from her brothers she felt safe and happy with. The only person she could be herself with.

Between her and Oliver, there was no pretense. Both of them were like an open book to each other. She knew his secrets and he knew hers.

"So, are you planning to tell me why you are marrying Desmond Fedorov or not?" When she did not say anything, he gently caressed her cheek. "Come on El, it's me. You know you can tell everything."

Elsa had met Oliver when she was in high school. He had just moved to the country from the States with his father who was friends with her father, Enzo.

Oliver, Ferdinand and she had been together since then. But despite knowing Ferdinand since she was small, Elsa was closer to Oliver.

While Elsa and Ferdinand joined the same college, Oliver went to Paris to pursue his passion in fashion.

Distance didn't affect their friendship, instead it made their bond grow stronger.

While the two friends were lost in their own conversion, someone was burning in flames.

When Desmond chugged down his third drink in the last ten minutes, Greg remarked, "Well, someone seems upset."

He glared at his best friend before turning his attention back to the woman who would be his wife in three days.

Of course he was unhappy. His bride had just walked into his club with another man in her arms. How could he be okay with it?

He was very close to storming down and showing everyone whom she belonged to. But he was trying his best not to cause any drama.

He didn't know why seeing Elsa with another man bothered him so much. First Ferdinand and now this new guy. He shouldn't care what she does or with who she decides to hang out with.

But it bothered him. He didn't like how the man looked at her. He didn't like how he had his hands all over her and Elsa did not even bother to stop her. He didn't like how he made her blush. Their closeness bothered him.

"I thought you didn't like her—" Carl smirked at his twin.

"Not now Carl," he warned him. He was in no mood for his taunts.

"Isn't that Oliver Romano?" Desmond looked at him. "He is a very famous designer. I didn't know he was friends with Elsa. That's so cool."

The excitement in Justin's voice made Desmond even more pissed. He slammed the glass on the table and stormed out of the room.

…..

"There is nothing to say." Elsa twirled her finger around the rim of the glass. "It's an arranged marriage."

"I know it's an arranged marriage," Oliver scoffed. "But there is always a kick to it."

"Well, in this case there is no kick. I have met him once and the next time I see him will be at the altar."

"I don't think so." Oliver grinned and gestured Elsa to turn around.

"What—" She widened her eyes in shock when she saw Desmond standing right behind her.

When he saw the bewildered expression on her face, Desmond smirked and made his way towards her.

"Desmond, what are you doing here?" She was not expecting to bump into him tonight.

"You are in my club." He brushed his fingers through her hair. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" He then tilted his head and looked at Oliver. "Oh, you have company."

"Y—Yeah." She moved back, avoiding his touch. "I am with a friend."

He looked at Oliver and smirked, "I am Desmond, the soon to be husband."

"And I am the friend." Oliver extended his hand and waited for Desmond to take it.

Desmond waited for a while before taking his hand for a shake. "If I knew my soon to be wife and her friend were gracing my club with their presence, I would have made special arrangements."

"Oh that's so kind of you but we are here to celebrate Elsa's bachelorette party." Oliver looked at Elsa and grinned, "Right babe?"

Oliver pursed his lips and frowned when Desmond tightened his grip around his hand.

"That's nice," he smiled. "I am here to celebrate my bachelorette with my brother's."

"T-Thats nice." Oliver tried to keep a straight face as he tried to withdraw his hand back but Desmond had no intention of letting it go. Instead he kept tightening his grip around it with a smirk on his lips.

Noticing Oliver's pale complexion, Elsa frowned and looked at their tightly clasped hand.

She then looked at Desmond who was staring at Oliver.

Not knowing what to do and how to stop him, she hooked her hands around his arm and tugged him closer. "You are celebrating your bachelorette too? That's nice."

When she tightened her grip and pulled him closer, he let go of Oliver's hand. He looked at her hand around his arms and then at her.

He understood what she was trying to do and it had worked.

Oliver winced and flexed his fingers repeatedly to ease the pain. "I'll go to the washroom."

As soon as he disappeared, Elsa jerked Desmond's hand away. "What were you trying to do? Break his fingers?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Next time he touches you, I'll break his nose or maybe his fragile neck."

The seriousness and possessiveness in his voice made her shiver. But she quickly composed herself.

She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away. "I don't know if you remember but this marriage is happening only because both of us have no choice."

"Oh I clearly remember that," he mockingly smirked. "But that doesn't mean I will have my so called wife fucking or cuddling other men."

"Look, I don't care how many men like Ferdinand Longhart and Oliver have access to your pants but this needs to stop. Maybe you don't mind being a wh—" Desmond pursed his lips to stop himself from completing the sentence. He was mad and was talking out of spite. If he didn't control himself, he would end up saying things he shouldn't.

"A whore?" Elsa mockingly chuckled. "That's what you wanted to call me, right?"

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