denied truths

14# painless

LUDOVICA

The table is beautifully set. It's basically a heaven breakfast.
I sit in front of him, he's not eating, he's sipping his coffee. Im eating diced avacados.
We talked plenty about his desires and his childhood.
Nothing dark yet, we mostly laughed.

He screams luxury, the way he moves, drinks, even breaths for fucks sake.
Everything is elegant about him, and I secretly love it.

"i am an expert at pianos, and I mostly play the ridiculous classic songs like for example, the Swanlake song."

"you... And swan lake?" I say as a laugh roses in my chest.

"yes ludovica it's an classic. You don't like it"

"oh I love it" I say as I take a sip put of my drink.
"i used to day dream being a ballerina in Russia"

His eyebrows meet together, he pauses.
"you could have been a ballerina why weren't you one?"

I sigh at this.
"i was broke. And I wasn't in Moscow, I was born in ivanovo."

"shittt..ivanovo is fucked, no offence sweetheart."

I laugh as I shake my head.

"none taken. I agree. That place is morally fucked."

...

"this is what you get for kickijng the maids out for a day."

I say as I help him clean the table, he just shakes his head and he randomly decided to speak in Russian with me.

"quit the Russian"

"gosh..its been so long since I talked in Russian with someone."

I pause and look at him and something in my chest tugs.
Me too.

"i haven't talked in Russian with anyone for 4 years" I say, after my whole emotion drained at the memories.

He actually smiles at me.

"you broke that streak today." he whispers.

I smile

He smiles.

We look away and focus on cleaning up.

After we have finished we rushed back to his room since the living room got too cold because lastnight he forgot the window open and now it feels like Russia in his living room, so we are back in his room.

I'm laying next to him wrapped in a blanket while he's next to me with his ankles crossed, and his strong arms resting next to his sides, I just look at him in silence.

"don't mock me"

A chuckle roses in his throat.

"my oh my, tough CEO wrapped in a blanket like a baby cause she's cold, this picture is something the world wants to see"

My brows furrow at him.

"screw you."

"please be nice.". He says, sarcastically.