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she looks at him , fingertips folding in front of her as she gauges his reaction . looking for all the signs she knows are there and had repeatedly turned a blind eye to . but two could play this game . if he wanted to use femme as bait to dangle in front of her face , she'll just have to utilize that to her advantage . "if you have to refer to her as that then you already know the answer , don't you ." leans back , already feeling the air thicken without reprieve a knife could cut through . "either you're really into her , james . or you're just using her as a stepping stone for your own career and i don't know what's worse . sitting here pretending like you give a shit or selling yourself like a whore just to prove you're worthy of something ."
doesn't preen like peacock but enjoys her gaze on him, child of narcissus if he were to self - reflect, he never does not even with his two hundred dollar an hour therapist. wants that cat and mouse game with gwen to know she still cares, to not be the only one stuck in this timeline where she's always on his mind. “ is she not the girl the entire industry compares you to or her with you ? the sun to your moon if you want to wax some poetry. ” shrugs his shoulders carelessly, if he had a grape he'd throw it in the air to catch it, casual and laidback. “ i'm not using her for my career, but she is my stepping stone for something else. jealously looks good on you, glad that you do give a damn about me. ”
"i don't beg ," a smile over her shoulder that flashed the kind of demons that were swimming beneath their feet , ready to drag them to a hell they both created . tucks lesser between her teeth , dropping touch from the halo that reflected off the diamond and gliding her fingertips along the edge of the frame keeping them separated before she's within reach . gaze blazed , chin tipped to meet his eye , "that simple though . i just ask and you give it to me ?"
grins at her, wicked curve of smirk caught on the pearly edge of canines, eats up that dazzling smile of nepo princess like torn apart pomegranate. “ shame really. you'd be the prettiest thing if you begged for me. ” used to women throwing themselves at his feet, something about the glint of his wedding band that makes him more attractive than hollywood status. takes on some conquests, but pretends vows are in tact. “ i recall saying beg but if you do that, i will buy you whatever rock you want. ” meets her gaze directly, cranium tilting before fingertip pushes away a tendril of champagne away from cheekbones.
"is it not? — wasn't it a few weeks ago, though?" being her best friend's brother, that's an information he probably shouldn't have even remembered, considering how protective his twin sister seemed to be of her. still, he couldn't help but pay attention to the little things when it came to her. "it's not a big deal really, it's just something that made me think of you." of course, juliette would hardly think that a cartier necklace with an emerald pendant that matched the brunette's hues was not a big deal, but he's always been been a big spender, just like his mother.
fingers move from arms to hair, tucking dark waves behind jewelry adorned ear at his response. barely stops herself from biting her lip, but the rosy flush on her cheeks cannot be stopped, valentina has always had a crush on him ⸺ so many songs penned about their situation: my best friend's brother is the one for me. “ it was, i'm just surprised you remembered. didn't think you paid much attention to me. ” smile on brims is shy, sweet and demure. “ it made you think of me ? ” paraphrases it questioningly, surprised that there was effort and not a forced action from his mother. only lights the flame of her high school crush that never stopped, love at first sight, eternal. “ oh my god, val. it's absolutely stunning. ” too stunned to say more, to ask him to put it on for her, green serpentines still staring at the necklace.
bag is in her hand when syllables reach her ears . she fights the urge to still herself . doesn't want to go into specifics of how staying there would result in things neither of them could change . because they tried . god knows she did . flash of a smile , "i'm needed elsewhere . i know you know what that's like with your busy schedule and all ."
repeats previous action, optics roll back again in eye sockets while scoff catches in throat. after everything, basketball star shouldn't be surprised at her behavior, frankie owns the patent and nothing, especially no one can change her. used to find it charming but now it lights a fire in his stomach, few more exchanges and steam will escape ears. “ yeah whatever, if not that you'll find another excuse, won't you ? find a new shtick maybe. ” like a bear with a thorn in his paw, romeo lashes out when hurt.
his smile . it triggers something inside of her -- whether it was fight or flight , she's not too sure . only that it felt good and that was the problem entirely . she trained herself to suppress it , but he always knew how to reach inside and unlock the barricade . "is that before or after your date ?"
clears his throat to find all the words on tip of tongue gone like magic, there's a library filled with prose that he needs her to know but model craves the toxicity - inspiration for the art. “ before and after, it doesn't really matter. they're not you, they will never be you. ” james can speak the right words, what a girl like gwen wants to hear, reassure her that she's everything and the random models and actresses are meaningless air. only to ruin it in a matter of seconds, “ but which date are you referring to ? the victoria secret model or your competition ? ”
it should , it belonged to his wife . but words don't escape her yet , continuing to hold her hand up to the light like she was trying to figure how many carrots he spent on femme who was none the wiser . "looks expensive ," she settles on . "would hate if it suddenly went missing ."
his arrogant huff blows strand of ebony out cranium, brows raising at her movements because actor spent quite some money on the diamond, not out of love but purely for his reputation. “ tsk, if you wanted a diamond you only have to ask, i'll even get you a prettier one if you beg nicely. ”
ever - slowly the beam dances on her brims, big doe eyes as she turns toward them, “ you didn't have to get me anything, it's not even my birthday. ”
"sorry , but i have to go right now . it's getting late ."
rolls his eyes at her words, it's always the same thing - running away from everything, “ you always have to go, it's what you do best ... ”
"i still feel the same , nothing's changed ."
lopsided smile at her words, heartbeat races faster behind ribcage at words - confirmation of what they have. “ all those girls are nothing compared to you, i missed you, gwen. ”
open to: m/f/nb. muse: altan remzi, 25, hitman. suggested plot: someone close your muse d*ed and they think altan has something to do with it. they might be right.
"you think i'm out there just killing people?" the frown on his face suggests he's offended by the accusation, although he's making no effort to deny it either. "for no money?"
presses lips together into thin line, dark irises avoiding his countenance in order to let the question pass by like ships drifting on the ocean. “ i don't actually, i was just talking about the suspicious timing. ” lying through teeth, trying to avoid to escalate and confront truths.
"do you think this looks good on me ?"
tongue slips past brims, wetting lips as he eyes her dangerously with slithered eyes. “ but that big rock does seem quite familiar to me, ” teasing tone stuck in esophagus.
laneya grace as electra forrester in the bold and the beautiful
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