slender fingers and a flick of her wrist sent dark waves back over her shoulder, her gold cuban linked bracelets glinting in the ambient light of the restaurant. her gaze looked just past him and passively at the waiter, then flicked up at the ceiling again once they left.
“ mhm, you missed me and you’re grabbing what i like to drink ‘cause you want me to get over it… yeah, okay, ” her hazel eyes traveled the minute distance to his face, the softness in their green tones edged around with a poised sharpness. she knew he wasn’t taking her seriously, she could read it in his eyes with the way he looked at her as if she was some puffed cheeked plushy. a small part of her didn’t mind it, but most of her wanted so badly to reach across the table and hit him. “ you’re busy, i’m busy. yet i made time for you and got here when we said we’d be. i even held off on ordering, because i didn’t want to have my things before you. i expect, at the very least, for you to extend me the courtesy of letting me know that you’ll be late. you must not have missed me very much if you don’t think you should at least do that. especially nearing a half an hour past the time you said you’d be here, ” she sat up straight, her arms lay patiently in her lap. “ am i wrong?? asking too much?? ‘cause i really don’t think i am, ” her words were laced with the taste of a challenge, daring him to act as if she didn’t have a point. he wasn’t the only one with people to see and places to be, other things he could’ve blocked into this time that wasn’t being with her. if he wanted to brush this off, he could do so, but not without a fire being lit under his ass first.
⥼ she wasn't letting up, not even for a second. it was a reasonable argument, given that he would've reacted harshly and with the utmost disdain should she have appeared late to him instead. there was an element of... control that a man like simon had to have in his relationships, whether they be friendships, business partnerships, or affairs of a more carnal nature. he liked to have the final say in everything, and was very rarely challenged. mikaela wasn't most women, though; her slick tongue could even put certain men to shame. therefore, simon reclines back against the mahogany carving of his seat, a permanent chill in the distant blues of his eyes, as deep and unnerving as the ocean. she doesn't waver when he gives her that look, either. what a lioness. what a compelling she-devil. "this is an inappropriate spot to be arguing with me," not that he had bothered to raise his voice, though he was fully capable of unleashing that sort of beast; he remained surprisingly calm, because a particular fire licked in his veins-- desire for her. then he suddenly stood, tall and polished with an air of arrogance, readjusting his suit blazer until the wrinkles smoothed from the front. massive palm wraps around the neck of the rosé wine bottle, a thick brow lifting at her. "shall we, darling?" the broad frame of him, haughty and imposing, moved to speak with the waiter about a change of seating. he wanted something more... private, where it could be just the two of them, and slipped the waiter a few bills in order to accommodate for the last minute request. within moments, they were guided to a more secluded backroom with a red plush corner booth. it was perfect, and simon firmly took mikaela by the hand, his touch harsh and not allowing her to struggle against his. lifted her soft hand up to his lips, where his heated mouth kissed the surface of her knuckles. "this is much better. now, where were we?" simon brings her over to the booth, but even though they have more than enough space, he's sitting down and literally yanking her into his lap. "mikaela, sweetheart, darling. my late arrival had nothing to do with my missing you or not. i think about you quite often, actually," he reassures her, giving her lovely fingers a possessive squeeze before releasing them to push the bottle of wine into her hands. he's much more interested in holding her there, against his lap without hope for escape, a dangerous amount of hunger in his eyes as that animalistic gaze creeps over the length of her pretty throat. "sometimes i'm irresponsible. sometimes i don't do what you or anyone else thinks i should. but you are still my favorite little princess. now, can we make up already?"
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