Worse Than Patro
Eve stood at the mirror and stared down at the dress Malakai had given her. A deep red, full-length dress with a fitted bodice and slightly draped design, perfect for her. Straps were thin like spaghetti, the sweetheart neckline prettily exposing her collarbones.
Malakai stood behind her, the heels she wore giving her a bit of height. He grabbed the straps of her at the back of the dress, and Eve swallowed, watching him with eyes behind her pretty very dark lashes, almost looking inked.
The man pulled on the straps, the bodice fitting her waist.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I am," she sounded exasperated, nodding her head.
He grabbed her shoulder and leaned his chin against her shoulder blade. He was gone in the blink of an eye, nowhere to be seen. Eve could feel his consciousness merging with hers.
[Where are your glasses?] Malakai spoke into her head.
Eve pulled a face. "I don't think I'd fit in a place like that if I went wearing glasses, Malakai."
[Wear your glasses, Eve]
"I won't fit in. I'm going to look like some rich man's secretary. Who would take me seriously?"
[And? Who cares?] he asked. [Your glasses look fine on you, wear the damn thing]
She stared for a second into the mirror, before she turned, storming to the door. "I can see just fine."
[Is this insecurity?]
"Don't try to get on my nerves, Mr. Salvatore." She slammed the door shut and stalked out of the house towards the car, where one of Malakai's men already stood, waiting for her.
He helped her into the car and shortly, they were on the road. Neither of them would talk to each other. He didn't understand what the problem was. She was the mate and wife of Malakai Salvatore, who wouldn't take her seriously because of some pair of glasses?
[Eve]
She didn't respond. Was she mad at him? What did he do wrong? All he wanted her to do was wear her glasses because she was practically blind without one.
[Eve]
Nothing.
[Eve]
Still nothing. Not even twenty minutes plus on the road. [I don't like this silence] Malakai said to her. [And for the record, you wouldn't look like a rich man's secretary]
Complete silence.
[Do you want me to say sorry to you?]
"No," Eve finally responded. "And it's not insecurity."
[Strikes me as one?]
"It's not." She stared out the car's window. "One problem I have is fitting into places. I have a hard time with it, and if you ever noticed, Patro doesn't bring me around to his events, although I doubt he ever wanted to. He mentioned one time the glasses made me look stupid."
Stupid? Annoyance crawled up Malakai's soul. She didn't look stupid with them. If anything, he thought they made her look cute. Pleasant than any omega he'd ever seen.
[You wouldn't believe me if I said they didn't look stupid, will you?]
"No. If there is anything Patro is, it's a blunt man who tells you the truth to your face. At least he does it to me."
[Eve, that's—]
"We have arrived," the driver announced, pulling over to park right in front of the building where the auction was taking place. Eve stepped down from the car and looked to the building, a hotel, towering to the sky, lights lit all over it like a decoration.
[Why are you nervous?] Malakai asked, suddenly feeling the nerves crawling inside of her. She swallowed and breathed in and out. "I'm not a very sociable person. And I don't really entertain the idea of going in there alone."
[But I'm right here with you]
"Yes, just not physically. It's not very reassuring, sweet husband."
[You'll be fine]
"How? Un-possess me?"
[Yes?]
She rolled her eyes. "You'll ruin our entire plan. You can't unpossess me, not unless it's absolutely necessary. You understand that, right?"
Malakai was silent in thought for a few seconds, but he spoke.
[If it'll make you feel better, you're stronger than an average omega when I possess you. So if you punch Patro, he'll straighten on the floor for at least three minutes. That gives you enough time to run]
Eve chuckled at the picture of it in her mind and shook her head.
She asked, "Have you ever possessed another werewolf before, Malakai?"
[Yes. But you are the first omega I've ever possessed]
A smile crossed her face.
The security at the entrance door pushed the door open and Eve stepped in, the interior, very fine and worthy of its seven stars, coming into view.
[Take the elevator to the second floor, the hall upstairs is where the auction is taking place]
She nodded at Malakai's words and hurried into the elevator, however before the door could chime close, someone stepped in, a woman who was none other than Herla. And Eve stared at her, her entire demeanor changing.
The doors shut close. Her relaxed expression was gone.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Herla questioned.
Eve screwed her face at her. "I'd rather you mind your business and not talk to me, Herla. My husband is Malakai Salvatore, I don't know what's so surprising about seeing me here for the auction."
Herla's hand shot out and gripped her by the jaw. "Have you no shame? I thought a bitch like you would hide in the closet after your reputation had been drowned in the mud—"
"Yet, here I am." Eve smiled at her. "I'm very shameless, Herla, it's just that I never noticed before."
Herla's eyes narrowed hatefully and she tightened her grip on her jaw, causing her to wince.
Eve slapped her hand off and shoved her back with anger painted over her face. "Don't ever touch me again. It's a warning, Herla."
Herla stared at her with a taken aback expression and laughed in disbelief. "Wow, Eve. Would you look at that?" She clapped, pure mockery in her tone. "You're suddenly being so tough because of what? Because you are married to Malakai Salvatore, huh?" She scoffed, "Seems every time I manage to pull you down, you seem to find a way to climb higher than me, but that's okay, I'll keep taking from you. I mean, the man clearly doesn't even like you."
Her eyes ran her over as a whole and she chuckled. "If he did, I wonder why you're here all alone. And oh…no glasses? Did he also tell you to take it off because you look stupid with it? Looks like your new husband might just be worse than…Patro."