Dessert Isn't Always sweet I
Giana
Twenty fucking two?!
Greta was only twenty two years old?
The grip on my fork turns impossibly tighter, nearly enough bend the metal.
Jacob was in the middle of a story next to me but I couldn't care less for I was too preoccupied with the information I had just been given.
Greta was only twenty two, she was closer to my age than she was Alejandro's age of twenty eight. And she had the audacity to call me a child when we were closer in age than she was to Alejandro?!
I didn't know how to process it. I look up casting a glace ahead of me at Alejandro who's seated next to Greta. But I'm only focused on Alejandro.
So he doesn't mind younger?
I cant help but feel pathetic at the small silver of hope that rises within me. It's highly unlikely he'll even start considering me in that way and I need to get myself out of this haze of Alejandro.
My gaze lingers on the handsome man in question and I find myself contemplating if he's even worth it.
He takes a bite of his food and chews, his sharp chiseled jaw tightening and contracting as he does so. There is a little bit of stubble there today seeing as he opted not to shave and he looks as perfect as ever.
Right now his attention is on Arnold at the head of the table, who sits adjacent to Jacob - who is next to me. Alejandro nods and breathes out a chuckle at something Arnold says and I can see him swallow his bite before his perfectly white teeth are on full display.
Even his forced smiles were pretty.
As if sensing my gaze, he turns his head, his brown eyes meet mine as he leans back in his chair sending me that look.
The one that's asking a silent question, making sure I'm doing alright. He waits, holding eye contact until I give him a nod before he returns to his conversation, listening to Arnold while fiddling with his fathers ring on his pinky, absentmindedly.
He's definitely worth it.
Dinner had started out tense with Jacob trying to lighten the awkward silence while Alejandro sat glowering between Jacob and I. But then his glares had turned to cringes at Greta's obnoxious shrieks she referred to as laughs.
"So, Greta here tells me that you two have been spending some extra time together." Comes Arnold's voice as he leans back allowing the maids to remove his plate, before dessert arrives.
Alejandro wipes off the last bit of food and I would be lying if I said I wasn't following the movement of his tongue dart out to swipe at his lower lip.
I hated myself for still wanting him so badly. But it's not like I cared about Greta anymore, I was certain she was a total obnoxious bitch.
I had given her the benefit of the doubt before meeting her, but upon discovering her sour personality, I deemed her unworthy of Alejandro.
"Yes we've been having a blast, daddy." Greta speaks bringing her hand to cover Alejandro's on the table.
It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes.
Arnold's laugh turns into a cough and my face scrunches up in disgust. The man didn't even cover his nasty mouth. "I told you, you two were meant to be. Too bad that bastard father of yours didn't go through with the deal sooner." He speaks glancing at Alejandro, and it was then that both mine and Alejandro's shoulders tense.
I watch Alejandro intently, waiting for him to do something. You didn't disrespect a mafia Don like that, especially not infront of the current Don -who also happened to be his son.
Any form of disrespect on Aurelio Gonzalez's name was to be taken personally.
But it never comes. All Alejandro does is send a nasty warning look to the old man who chuckles raising his hands in surrender.
But me? My blood boils.
How could he be such a coward? Alejandro of all people shouldn't take it lighty. He was shit talking his dead papá.
Aurelio Gonzalez was the closest thing I had to a grandfather. He took care of mamá and I after papá died. I owed that man everything.
I would not sit here and let someone disrespect him.
My eyes narrow automatically on their own as I point my icy gaze at the old man. "That bastard was more focused on what was better for his own family instead of chasing money." I say as the attention goes to me but I don't care I'm far too angry to bite my tongue.
"It's not very nice to talk about the dead like you are. Especially when you yourself look like you're on the brink of it." I snap, as silence falls across our end of the table.
Arnold's laughter ceases, as his beady little eyes travel back and forth between Alejandro and I, as if telling Alejandro to control me.
Alejandro however doesn't hesitate to return Arnold's challenging look with a much deadlier one of his own. One that has Arnold's face finally fill with the seriousness of his actions.
Arnold's mouth snaps shut and the room emerges in silence, before Jacob next to me breaks the silence by bursting into a fit of laughter.
I stare at him along with everyone else, bemused.
But Jacob just continues to laugh, shaking his head as he smiles at me. "She's feisty. I like this one."
More laughter sounds from Arnold while Alejandro and I don't seem to find it entertaining.
Instead, I grit my teeth and snap my attention to the server who brings me my dessert, making sure to thank her before glancing down at it.
"I went ahead and ordered you a matcha flavour." Greta chirps in eyeing me.
I send her a weirded out look. Why would she do something like that?
I'm about to snap at her but I see Alejandro in the corner of my eye, send me a warning look. One telling me to be polite and suck it up. So with a huff, I bring the dessert to my lips and force the disgusting thing down.
This was not matcha. It tasted funky but I sucked it up and ate it as my mind still reeled from the events of earlier as conversations around me started up again.
This was the worst night ever.
Only it gets even worse when I look up from my dessert to see Greta pulling Alejandro away from the table.
Unbelievable.
He was leaving me here alone, again. And I didn't even want to think about what they were doing.
"That was quite the show you put on with my father." Jacob comments in my ear.
"Yeah, well I don't appreciate him distrespcting my family." I snap back as he put his arms up in defense.
"Yes, I actually admired that. I liked that you didn't let him get away with it. My father tends to get away with a lot that he shouldn't." Jacob sighs as if were in the same boat.
Yet he couldn't call his own father out? It was a bunch of bullshit he just spewed trying to convince himself that he wasn't like one of them, when in reality, staying complicit was just as worse.
It was simple really, men were cowards.
But the moment I open my mouth to give Jacob a piece of my mind, I'm interrupted by the grumbling of a stomach.
My stomach.
Followed by a pinch of pain.
"Excuse me." I don't wait for a reply as I dart off towards the nearest restroom.
Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.
The moment I step into the perfectly white powder room I run for the toilet just in time to hurl the content of my stomach into it.
Over and over again.
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