"You would have never gotten locked in here if you would have just stayed in the room!" I said to Donatella for probably the fifteenth time since I'd recused her from the spa. According to a receptionist, Donatella was acting in an strange manner and was so apprehended in the massaging room.
"I'm sorry Gabriel, how many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I didn't know this would happen. I thought I could get out and be back before you returned," Donatella apologized. I wanted so badly to be angry with her but when I saw the sincerity in her eyes, I couldn't help but forgive her.
"I wasn't going to let you die of boredom up there," I said, pressing the button to call the elevator. "I had plans to treat you to the magic fingers of Salvatore, son of Hestia, goddess of comfort, but you beat me to it." The golden door slid open, Donatella and I walked in the small, dimly lit room and pressed our floor's button. The golden doors closed gently behind us and zoomed up to our floor.
"I'm sorry Gabriel, what do I have to do to make you understand I'm sorry?" Donatella said, sliding her key card down the electronic lock and unlocking our room door.
"I'm not mad at you Belle, after all, curiosity killed the cat," I replied, sliding in the room behind her.
"Ah yes, but it was satisfaction that brought it back,"she quipped.
As I watched her move around the room, tidying as she went, I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty and grace.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said Donatella.
"You really are quite beautiful Donatella," I said, taking her in my arms. I looked her in her perfectly shaped hazel eyes as spoke, letting we know each word was true. My eyes slowly traced over her face before making their way lower to her perfect hourglass figure.
"Stop it," she said, shaking her head and breaking out of our trace.
"Stop what, Belle, what am I doing that displeases you?" I pleaded, turning her face up toward mine.
"Stop looking at me like that, you aren't allowed to look at me like that," she said, pushing out of my arms and crossing to the opposite side of the room.
"Like what? I can't look at you, a beautiful woman, with adoration, appreciation, and wonder?"
"No, you can't look at me like that. You can't speak lies to me like that," she said, taking steps back as I took step closer to her.
She bumped into the wall, leaving a short distance between the two of us. "What's there to lie about? You are a woman," I started.
"Yes," she said stepping closer.
"And I am looking at you with adoration, appreciation and wonder."
"Yes." Another step closer.
"And you are beautiful." This time, I took a step closer, closing the gap between us. "If it takes every day of forever for me to make you realize that you are beautiful and worthy of love, then I'll spend each and every second convincing you it's the truth."
"Gabriel, don't-" I never heard the end of her protest; I stopped her words with one simple, sweet kiss.
"Each and every day of forever, Donatella," I said, taking a step back from the flustered girl. Giving Donatella some space and time to think, I decided to take a shower. I grabbed the necessary clothing items and headed to the bathroom. As I walked, I watched Donatella move around our hotel room like a zombie, re-straightening things that were already straight in her wake.
"You need time to think, I understand that, just don't make me wait too long, okay?" I said, kissing her again and disappearing into the bathroom. I turned on the water of the shower, stripped out of my clothes and jumped under the warm stream, letting the water wash off the stress of meeting my mother earlier that day.
"Zeus, king of all gods, why did you have to stick me with her of all people, to be my mother?" I asked aloud as the warm water flowed down the drain.
My mother had called for me to meet her at a secret location away from the hotel.
"Now, son, why do you think we're here?" she had asked me when I sat down in a squashy purple armchair--definitely Mother's style.
"I don't know Mother, you're the one who wanted to meet," I quipped.
"What's this I heard about you and that girl cavorting around? I thought I told you to get rid of her?"
"Mother, I don't cavortand neither does Donatella."
"I said get rid of her, now. if you can't do it, I will find someone who can."
Instantly, I thought of Donatella being hurt by a mystery figure. Although we didn't get along all the time, I have to protect her. She is my key to happiness. "No, that won't be necessary. I'll do it," I said, standing from the chair and striding to my mother who was across the small room we were using. "If you or any hand you command so much as harm a hair on her head, my wrath with be worse than that of Ares in war times."
"Speaking of Ares, let Donatella know that he's her grandfather, or maybe it's Poseidon or Hephaestus....you know how loose Aphrodite is," Mother said with a snide smile. "My patience grows thin boy, either do it now or watch her die."
That could be a problem seeing as I think that, maybe, possibly, I might be in love with one Donatella Rose Rinaldi.
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The Elite (Editting)
Teen FictionAlli Plummer led a normal teenage life: she went to school, rebelled against her parents and had a steady boyfriend until a seemingly normal turn of events catapulted her in an abnormal life as Donatella Rinaldi, a descendant of a Greek goddess. A m...
