To Hell With It

Chapter 8

Eirene:

"Do you seriously want a pink fucking couch?" I ask blankly. Watching as Elias sits his ass down on a plush pink three-seater. He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head. He leans that empty head of his back and sighs.

I watch as his tight baby-blue shirt lifts slightly and reveals his toned abs. Damn it. When he changed before we left, I hadn't expected him to be so... I don't even know. He came out of his room wearing grey sweatpants and this long sleeved baby blue shirt that stuck to his muscled body perfectly. I was totally checking him out, like a fucking freak.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do." Elias states simply. He rakes a hand through his pitch black hair. I watch in fascination as it gets pulled back and then flops back down onto his forehead- the same as it was before.

"Are you a nine-year-old girl?" I retort, trying to hide my staring. Elias stares at me.

"Don't be stereotypical, I loved pink as a kid." He mutters. His cheeks start turning red and I find it adorable.

Instead of telling him how cute he looks, "How odd, I loved black." Is what I say.

"I can tell," I roll my eyes at his comment and drag him by the arm to a different couch. This one is simple and completely black. It can convert into a bed, perfect for any guests we receive.

"I liked the pink one better," I look at Elias incredulously.

"That couch could have been put in a Barbie Dream House and no one would have noticed." I throw my hands into the air. Elias' eyes light up.

"Fine," I gasp as he pulls me to the clothing part of the store. I expect him to bring me to the men's section, so imagine my surprise as I see a bunch of heels and skirts surrounding me.

"What are we doing here?"

"You stay here," Elias points to a chair outside the fitting room, completely ignoring my question. He saunters away, leaving me to ponder on what he's doing.

What am I doing? I'm fucking shopping for furniture with Elias Dallarosa, the guy that tried to kill me. Though I've always known that I didn't hate him for trying to take my life. Hundreds of people have tried that, so it didn't really make Elias stand out.

I despise him because he made me hesitate. For the first time in my whole career, I didn't want to kill my target- and I didn't. Everything about this man made me want to stay there with him. His smile, his laugh, his hands on me... so when the time came to kill him, I just couldn't do it.

And that is why I despise his guts; because he made me feel something that I shouldn't have felt. I failed for the first time, and I didn't intend on doing it anytime soon.

But maybe, just maybe, I could give our partnership a go. I could try. I mean there's no way I can kill Isabelle on my own, so maybe I can work with Elias. As... friends.

I finally spot Elias walking over to me, followed by many stares. I slap a hand over my mouth to contain the smile spreading itself over my face. What the hell is he doing?

Elias is sporting a sequined pink skirt and a pink blouse, that look atrocious together. On his feet are three-inch heels that are also pink, but they sparkle too. Overall, he is worthy of a full out laugh-until-you-cry episode.

Small laughs, which I try to contain, start making an appearance. Elias is strutting over to me with a hand on his hip. His muscular build makes the outfit even more awkward. Eventually, as Elias reaches me, I start laughing. I pierce my lips trying to stop myself, but it's no use.