69: Jealousy and Kissable lips.

GIOVANNI.

My grip tightened on the glass with my eyes fixed on them as they swayed around the dance floor. It was obvious that they were gathering attention. I couldn’t care less.

I had never asked Kiki to dance yet he asked her the very first night he met her. It made my blood boil in a kinda way.

It was starting to make me furious.

“Careful or you will break the glass,” Matteo whispered to me teasingly but I wasn’t in the mood. I had to stop them from dancing otherwise I could get furious.

I put down the glass, adjusted my tux, and started to move toward the dance floor when someone stepped in front of me.

“Giovanni, isn’t that your assistant?” A man, one of our investors asked and I nodded, too quick to move him out of the way so I could proceed with what I wanted to do.

I soon got to the dance floor amidst all the rumors. And even though I wanted nothing more but to rip both of them apart from each other, I crouched lowly to Kiki’s size and leaned in to speak to her.

“It’s time to leave,” I whispered and straightened up. Luca stopped dancing and faced me, his eyes glaring dagger at me. It was obvious that he didn’t want this to end, at least not yet.

“You can go on, I will bring her.” He replied. Kiki looked at him somewhat stunned.

“You don’t get to make that decision for me.” She whispered, a bit harshly. I was aware that many eyes were on us so I stepped back with a tight-lipped smile.

I began to make my way out first to get rid of the rumors. It was only when I was finally outside, walking towards the car that I was able to breathe properly. That hall choked me up too badly. I hate confined spaces. Even though the center wasn’t confined, I still felt like it was that way.

Pete came down to get the door for me when I stepped in. He started to ask how the event went but I barely responded. I just simply leaned back in my seat waiting for Kiki.

I noticed Pete kept staring at me through the mirror but I ignored him. I wasn’t in the mood to speak to him right now. So, I asked him to raise the barriers between the front seat and the back seat to grant me privacy. He did as instructed and I let out an exhale.

Just when I looked out of the car window, I sighted Kiki sashaying towards the car. She looked absent-minded even as she got into the car. I would have asked her what the problem was if I didn’t already know half of it. When she noticed the barriers, she didn’t say anything.

I looked away from her, my position still slouched against the couch.

“Sorry for the delay.” She mumbled after a while. I pretended as I didn’t hear her. She sighed, rubbed her fringe, and turned toward me.

“Are you drunk?” She whispered when I didn’t say anything. She leaned forward and I shut my eyes close drowsily pretending to be drunk when I wasn’t. Well, she had made the assumption so I would leave her to it.

“You are drunk.” She mumbled staring at me. Her breath was now fanning my face and leaving airs on it daintily.

“I don’t even know why I am bothered. You didn’t think twice before calling what we shared a fling and even when Matteo spoke rudely about it, you didn’t stop him even when you knew that I wouldn’t like it.” She started to ramble, her voice having an undertone of annoyance.

“You are such a jerk, Gigi. You honestly are a jerk. You keep confusing me too. One minute, I’m the love of your life and another, I become a fling.” Her tone was solemn now.

“You don’t like to see me with other men yet you don’t want to have anything to do with me except work. Why then should you be bothered?” She asked rhetorically.

If I wasn’t pretending to be drunk, I would have attempted to answer her at least.

“I took my time dressing up this much, wearing all this. I even did a fringe for my hair yet you didn’t even acknowledge my look. You just said a few words in between discussions and you expect me to be cool. The same way you don’t want anybody stealing a glance at me yet you wouldn’t stop doing the same.” She kept on rambling.

“To be honest, Gigi.” She exhaled. “Jealousy is not a good color on you. It doesn’t fit you at all.” She said. I almost smiled ready to counter her statement but decided against it.

Wordlessly, I let my head slump on her shoulders drunkenly. She stopped talking, a bit startled, and started to stare at me.

“Are you trying to get me to stop talking? Cos if you are, you are doing a very bad job at it.” She smiled. I could feel her smile lighting up her face. She suddenly stopped smiling like she remembered that she was supposed to be angry with me.

A brief pause ensued.

“You are so wasted.” She mumbled, her breath now fanning my face. Then, she went ahead to dig her hands into my hair gently fisting the locks of my hair into her palm. I almost let out a satisfied moan as she gave me a head massage. It made me feel more relaxed instantly.

It was getting difficult to keep my eyes shut. I wanted to see the expression on her face as she gave me a message. I wanted to feel every bit of it.

“And you are very difficult to resist even in your drunken state.” She added subtly.

Unable to keep it in anymore, I peeled my eyes open and my gaze locked with hers in an instant, almost like a whirlwind. Her face was so close to me, her fringe barely covering her eyes with her posture.

But that wasn’t what interested me.

It was those luscious kissable lips that were a few inches before mine that called out to me. I didn’t think twice before…

I pressed my lips to hers.