Forty-six

—Julie… -he pronounced, worried about the girl's audacity. -It's better-

His master's palm rises in his straight, ordering him to shut up immediately.

"Why are you telling me these things?" he asked, moved by the unsettling sensation his wife had caused in his emotions.

"I-I don't know..." he said while thinking. -I care about you and I don't want you to carry that weight for all eternity. It's bad enough having to live forever.

Soon, he surprises both when he glues his body to his wife's, taking his hand to her hair where he pulled her, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

—B-ben... -she spoke with her face in her hands, impressed with his attitude.

- I'll be back later! - she warned, leaving the two in the room.

"He...he..." he stammered open-mouthed.

"Did you see, Vincent?"

- I'm shocked!

"He's never done that before...

Benjamin might be a super stud, but he was also a pot full of surprises. His attitude didn't symbolize a bye, a see you later, or a goodbye, that gesture represented the biggest and most important way to show his love. Love that no being believes that vampire is capable of feeling for someone.

"You sure managed to mess with him..."

It was rare, very rare for him to do that, Julie was lucky to be gifted with that unusual act witnessing the moment when he turned the key to her inner door, showing his skittish feelings. Feelings that even he didn't like to touch.

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Benjamin and I were on our way to the Palace when his phone started ringing again for the eighth or tenth time.

"Why don't you answer right away?" - I question, seeing the light rain hitting the windshield.

"If it isn't Scott bothering me, it's Piter trying to get on my nerves!"

"Didn't it cross your mind that it might be an emergency?"

- It is not!

"And how do you know it's not if you haven't answered the last nine calls?"

"Okay, Mila!" -It's gross throwing the car on a trail.

- Where are we going? - I ask when he brakes in the same second.

"I'm not stopping this car on the side of the road with the 'Queen' in it!"

He gets out of the car and I follow.

"Where do you think you're going?" she questioned.

- What?

"Come in and stay inside!"

"Scrotum!"

- It's OK! - I go back inside the vehicle, pissed off.

PHONE RINGING

"Benjamin: Talk and talk fast!"- I say answering.

"Piter: Are you by any chance coming from a turtle?"- mocked changed. "-What the fuck, Benjamin!"

"Benjamin: Something unforeseen happened, Piter!"

"Pite: I heard!"

"Benjamin: How?"

"Piter: Scott called me looking for you, said to get back to him as soon as your little party was over!"

"Benjamin: I wasn't partying, I was crashing the party!"

"Piter: I highly doubt it!"

"Benjamin: Are you insinuating something, boy?"

"Pite: Me?"-It's ironic. "-I'm just wondering what kind of party it was, that you disappeared with your four offspring!"

"Benjamin: What does this have to do with you?"

"Piter: Everything. If we think from the side that you're my uncle and I'm your only living relative, what's yours is mine too!"

"Benjamin: Wh...what did you say?"

I may not be out there with him, but I can see the fury his red eyes take on from inside.

"Benjamin: You're lucky to be on the other end of that phone, Piter!"- Threatened turning off the phone.

It got pretty bad, I'm wondering what to do to change his killer mood.

"How have I not killed this brat yet?" - he said to himself going in the direction of the car.

I decide to crouch down on the seat, implying that I wasn't inside the vehicle. I'm fast and when he looks at the windows, his feet lock.

— Mila? she called, looking for me outside.

With his attention focused on the forest around us, I straighten up on the bench looking at that hunk of man standing on the lawn, confused if he was looking for me on his right, or his left.

— MILA! she screamed.

"Okay, I think I'm done torturing him!"

I lift my hand to place it on that magnificent panel and the Bugatti symbol lights up on the screen with a loud bang. The noise is so loud and its engine is so strong, that both my hands grip the steering wheel tightly, feeling it vibrate in my palm when in the same second Benjamin turns to the car with an angry expression.

- Our! - I say inside the car, admired.

- NO! he yelled from outside, trying to make his voice rise above the rumble of the vehicle. -NO, NO, NO!

I see him stomp his feet on the floor, coming towards me with his face aflame with hatred.

— DOWN! - he asked putting himself in front of the powerful machine.

- I'm not listening you! -I joke with his face, pointing to my ear along with funny mimics.

“I'm not kidding, Mila!

I really couldn't hear him, now understanding what his lips conveyed was too easy.

- He comes! - I call him moving my hand.

— NO FUCKING! - he yelled, refusing to enter. - GET OUT SOON!

He comes to my door trying to open it.

"Open!" - he said looking me in the eyes.

So to chip it all away, I place my hand on the leather seat next to me and pat the seat twice, a wicked grin on my mouth and my eyebrow arched.

"Open now, or I swear I'm through that window!"

"Oops, that's not good!"

The latch unlocks the doors and the Greek God opens the one next to me, finding me sitting on the leather, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my smooth, bare leg.

— What for —

He was going to curse, I'm sure, but for some reason he stopped himself, deciding not to continue the curse.

— Come on! -is authoritative ordering me to move to the other bank.

“Why can't I drive? - I make a face like a dog without an owner.

"I'm not going to discuss this with you!" -it's rude. -Get out of there!

- I do not want to go out!

He lets go of the door and walks away in a huff, ruffling his rain-wet hair.

"What's the matter, why-"

- HE ARRIVES! -she left in my sights, sticking her two strong arms inside the car.

- LET ME GO! - I yell at him as his body grabs me pulling me out of the car.

— FOR MILA! - He fought trying not to hurt me when I was debating.

Once he gets what he wants, I assume the position of a spoiled brat crossing my arms, standing on the lawn with a pissed off face.

- Stubborn! - he said to my face. -You are unbearably stubborn. Never in over two thousand years have I met anyone so persistent, demanding, dramatic and impatient!

This is the moment he puts everything he thinks about me out there.

“Why, Mila, why can't you just listen and obey?

I didn't want to argue and I wasn't going to. I was standing in front of him as he talked about all the things he had accumulated.

— I'm always very clear with you, so what's the difficulty of following what I ask?

"Should I wait a little longer, or do I ignore him?"

'I have three, three wives and you manage to be more difficult than all of them put together!'

"Okay, I'm the one who got tired now!"

I shake my head mockingly and roll my eyes at him turning my back.

"Where...where are you going?" - he asked watching me walk towards the exit. -WILL NOT ANSWER ME?

He managed to get us into the bushes, but I'm sure I can get to the runway and ask for a ride to the Palace.

— MILA!

Suddenly, the one I thought was far enough away appears behind me.

- Return! - she ordered showing the red one.

— I'm sorry, but I can't go with you, because if I went I'd be going against my stubbornness!

“Look, I'm really, really stressed right now, so stop your show and get back in the car before I do something crazy!

I think I'll start counting how many times this guy offended me today. Maybe that was the twentieth, or thirtieth time.

"Go to hell, Benjamin!"

In that minute he tries to grab me, but aware that that could happen I'm quick to push him away. He changes his expression adding three more pinches of anger, managing to catch me with his other arm that I hadn't even seen move, until he grabbed me bringing my body full to his chest.

"You will come with me now!"

Inches, inches of his mouth that I finally wasn't craving, because it was filled with rage and adrenaline.

- I am not going! - I refuse.

- Okay!

That wall of muscle crouches down in front of me where his hands are brought under my butt lifting me off the ground. He places me on his shoulder with his hand placed on my thighs, making sure to watch my butt whenever the wind lifts the skirt.

"LET ME GO, BENJAMIN!" - I order punching him in the back.

— HIT HARDER! - he said to annoy me.

"PUT ME ON THE GROUND NOW YOU-"

"Better not say that!"

- Your what?

- SCROTUM!

"Come in, come in!" He said pushing me into the car.

He goes around and gets into the driver's seat.

"If regret could kill!" - he commented snorting.

— Be careful what you say, Mila!

"I want to scream now, scream out loud!"

"Don't test me!" -he threatened indignant with my childish side.

- Or what? - affront. -Are you going to hit me like your friend does?

— The day I decide to hit you, will be the day you'll beg me a thousand times for more!

- I'm paying to see! I sighed, letting out what was on my mind.

It wasn't intentional, I thought but I shouldn't have let my mouth say what I did.

"Repeat!"

The car was off and the two of us were in our own seats, until he turned his body towards me.

- Repeat, Mila!

"N-no!"

- What it was? -He's sarcastic. -Do you want to be a woman to drive a Bugatti, but you can't assume the shit you say?

"This guy is pushing all boundaries today!"

“What's your problem, Benjamin? I turn to him with twice the intensity he had turned to me.

"My problem is you!" - he stated hard and dry.

"Another bomb is dropped!"

"I'm only a problem for you because I'm the only thing you can't control!"

- What? - he retorted ironically with a motherfucking laugh. -Who said I want to control you?

"Anyone can see that!" - I replied. -I just don't understand why you stay so much on my foot, when you've already made it clear that I'm not your priority and I'll never be either.

"Let's not start this subject again!"

He reaches for my hand to start the car, but at that moment I pull it away, refusing to do what he wants.

- Mila... -sighed throwing her straight hair back. -Give me your hand! - ordered.

- No!

This time his devilish smile is replaced by another face that takes on a cruel look.

"Do you want to count to three?" -mock. -So I think if I'm going to obey, or not!

Out of nowhere that mountain of muscle and strength comes at me, causing my eyes to fire with the fright I take, when his left arm hits the window beside me inches from my face and his right arm catches me circling my neck, without using too much force.

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