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think about anything else
other than Hugo, but damn, I can’t. I fancy the bastard. I would love to shag
the bastard.
                He
still wore his sunglasses at dinner. What an arrogant bastard. Jordana says
that’s his signature look. It amazes me that even with his certain cliché
personality and coldness, he’s still very original with it in a sense. It’s a
façade but quite truthful — I mean, I
can tell this guy is fucked up. I don’t mean the fucked up things he’s probably
done, but I can tell he has had it rough. The usual rough childhood that occurs
in a child of wealth, parents that probably neglect them, therefore diminishing
their emotions and enhancing their need for love. I know a lot of people like
that and a lot of people not like that. Either way, England, America, anywhere,
the same kind of people reside. Except us British are way cooler, just stating
the facts.
                “Beautiful,
isn’t it?” I know his voice already. I smile to myself, but quickly I have to
mask it before turning around to face him. Hugo steps outside through the gold
curtains. He still has on his glasses. The white shirt that shows his lean and
slightly muscular body and he doesn’t have any shoes or socks on. Nice feet for
a man. Only one other man I know has nice feet — my dad.
                “Yes,
it is.” He stands next to me as I lean on the stone balcony, looking down. He
leans over too with his arms crossed and his biceps flexed, revealing how
muscular he really is.
                “So,”
he begins to speak after a pause. “Ready to run for the hills yet?”
                “No,”
I say adamantly. “I’m beginning to love my decision to stay here already.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes. So far, everyone is nice and quite
funny.”
    “Yes, this house is pure comedy.”
    “You’re quite hilarious too, ya know.”
    “Not really.”
    I laugh a little. “Yes, you are.”
    “Well, you’re certainly attracted to
me.”
    I arch my brow and stand straight, my
body facing him completely. He follows my movement. “You really are full of
yourself.”
    “Only confident.”
    “Well Hugo, yes, you are very handsome…
but your personality can be harmful to it.”
      “That’s a first.”
    “And you are not my type.”
    “There really isn’t a type when it comes
to sex.”
    At this point, nothing Hugo Mandrake can
say would leave me speechless, so bring it.
    “Bold move, Mandrake,” I slyly grin.
    “Are you a virgin?”
    I laugh because I just can’t help it.
“Um, well what do you think?”
    “Lesbian?”
    “Again… What. Do. You. Think?”
    He sighs and even through the
sunglasses, I feel him evaluating me.
    “Well, you’re not a virgin nor a
lesbian.” He pauses before continuing. “You lost your virginity probably a year
or two ago from your boyfriend of six months.” Actually, it was my boyfriend of
three months and it was two years ago. “The sex was horrible at first, but it
didn’t matter because he made it special, candle lit and all that other
bullshit, because he loved you.” When he says love, he uses air quotes. “Then
it got better, but it never met your expectations towards what all your friends
described it as. You probably did most of the pleasuring during foreplay and so
you’re a genius with that. He probably tried but was never able to hit the
spot. No communication. You broke up with him as soon as you got the guts to
tell daddy you didn’t want to date the son of his best friend anymore.”
    “Do you always insult people?”
    “Am I wrong?”
    I narrow my eyes, smirking. “Some of it
is right.” I lean in closer to him. A good move, but a mistake on my part as my
body begins to radiate from the possibility of him touching me.
    “I am very good at what I do and also
what you will learn from me is that there is never any miscommunication in my
affairs, meaning I taught him how to hit my spot and he hit it very