Sweet Lisa (Mature +*8)

Ch 4: The Brunette

As sober as the dinner had been – albeit pleasant – clubbing was another thing altogether.

Gabriel and Elizabeth were no longer shy or awkward around one another. They no longer had to keep up the pretence of indifference.

They danced, freely, without any inhibitions.

By the end of one sexy, bordering on the depraved, turn, Gabriel brought Lisa flush against him and kissed her, sensually brushing her lips with his, without trying to deepen it.

He just couldn’t help himself. It was beyond his comprehension, this attraction he felt towards the blonde whom he wouldn’t have looked at twice had he not come to know her a little bit.

He liked brunettes most of the time.

And speaking of brunettes, as his lips left hers, one was coming their way – one he knew only too well. It was his ex –one of his exes.

Well, the one from last month, he thought with an inward sigh as he saw the intent in her eyes.

He gently pushed Lisa behind him, just as Mary arrived. She starting shouting obscenities at them both, and he heard every bit she was saying despite the loud music for she was right in his face.

“You son of a b***h,” she started by Americans’ favorite insult, “how could you leave me for that slut you’re with? How could you bring her here to the same club we used to hang out at?”

I didn’t think twice when Lisa suggested we go to Marianna, he thought but refrained from telling her that.

“Did this b***h just call me a slut?” Lisa cried out, outraged, from behind him.

“She’s drunk,” he tried to appease her.

“I’m sober all right, you bastard,” Mary shoved him but he was stiff and thus didn’t budge.

Lisa, on the other hand, did come out from behind him and confronted his ex. “Look. I met him by chance, we had dinner, we danced, we kissed, but nothing serious is going on here. I know his reputation and I’m not going to be the plaything of the month. It takes two to tango. We are both playing.”

Mary, who had been furious, looked astonished. She couldn’t find her words.

Before she could say anything, Lisa turned to Gabriel, “I’m done here. Let’s roll.”

“Let’s go,” he told her, offering his arm distractedly. He too was astonished by what Lisa had just said.

Sweet Lisa, in her books, seemed to believe in the ever-lasting love. He never expected her to take on the role of the player in real life.

Somehow, deep inside, it upset him that she wasn’t like all the others, and had no expectations from him.

This was a successful accomplished woman who didn’t need a man to feel like she was whole. Men came and went in her world like women in his – maybe not as much but the ideals were the same.