Mscopffia

59 | The truth of reality

(Leonardo's POV)

Without causing any scene they somehow managed to get me out of that holding room and with a car waiting outside while folding a black cloth over my eyes. They sent me to probably where she is. The road was bumpy and they all looked unsettled, I could feel it by the way the guy next to me stood. Keeping his feet frozen and barely even flinching. Which means they are either afraid of me or of someone else. I do not try to say anything as we arrive and they push me forward. Slowly taking off my blindfold and revealing. . .

"By your face. . ." She chuckled, resting her back nicely on the chair. "You didn't expect me, right?" Selena Calebs.

She had settled in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips marked up in a tight devilish smile filled with a cherry red lipgloss. Her clothes aren't what she usually wears, today she is wearing a black costume with an also black shirt underneath to match her set. The shirt had quite the opened area around her bust considering it's a v-necked shirt, she had filled that spot with necklaces. Her face full with make up and even wearing heels. What is she planning? "Mscop your good looks won't work on me." So many lies I'm telling her.

"Thank you for the compliment," She points at a chair across her. "Take a seat."

A minute later someone brings a bottle filled with vodka and leaves. Right after the car goes as well and I'm left bewildered trying to figure out what is going on. She looks so calm and collected, her clothes are totally unlike her yet they bring out a side in her I never thought I'd see. She is dressed formally like this and she is also responding in a way it makes me want to challenge her. It reminds me of the start where she would always try to outsmart me with her words. Today. . . I'm out if words, so I'll let her outsmart me. "To what do I owe the honor?"

She pours me a glass and hands it over to me. I do not take it and she pushes me to do so yet I still decline. "I don't drink without company." She tells me.

I sighs and accept it.

She clinks our glasses together and smiles. "Lovely." She says and takes the entire glass till there is no drop left. "Tomorrow you are going to be judged for life, I wanted you to taste freedom for one last time as your. . . wife." Can't say that hearing her say that didn't make a way in my heart or in my brain but I try hardly not to show it even though it seems I have failed.

"Thank you." I take the whole glass as well. Pouring another one.

She does too and we click our glasses again, "To freedom." I say.

"To lies." She responds.

Another glass entering my body.

Another entering hers.

The view behind us is one of the entire city. Now in the dark the lights shine brightly and make the view look quite amusing. Something not to take your eyes off of. Yet the woman in front of me is much more worse than that so I can't even take my glued eyes off of her to hand them to the view. I can simply stare at the lights through the small parts my eyes can fit as she has devoured my sight. She doesn't hesitate to glance back, to maintain eye contact and to hold on into that smirk of hers. It makes me think whether this is a facade or she is truly like this? This way I cannot understand her and even if I try to she just pulls another card which leaves me again wondering like a fool. Once I grasp one, she opens another. She is amazing, pretty, smart and damn she is playing me well.

I wrap my legs one over the other, breaking the gaze and finally capturing the image behind her. Nothing compared to her but something I can distract myself with. While my mind is filled entirely with her and has completely let off every other thing that is happening into my life right now. "Can I tell you a story?" She asks me.