Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32
Adriana was freakishly smart.
“Metaphysics is probably my favourite subject of all.” Her eyes were bright and excited. “Are you familiar with the Butterfly Effect?”
“Sure.” I said, conversationally. “That’s when you think you have insects in your abdomen after talking to someone you want to bang. I hear it’s quite romantic.”
She laughed. I couldn’t help smiling, watching her.
The shy, quiet girl I’d proposed to had agreed to have dinner with me.
Two glasses of wine later, she’d gone MIA.
In her place was a gorgeous mind who spoke of the universe, its mysteries and life beyond with so much passion, I couldn’t help but share her curiosity.
“Enlighten me, my dear.” I said, using my fork. “For the only wisdom I have is that I know nothing.”
Watching her face light up, I was finally grateful for all those philosophy classes I suffered through in college.
“Socrates.” Adriana said. “He was a great man.”
“Totally.” I agreed. “We used to play golf together. Real deep guy.”
There was something addicting about making this woman laugh.
“Yeah, Shakespeare used to join us on the weekends.” I straightened my tie. “It was a bloodbath.”
Yeah, something about the way she’s humouring you even though you have a PhD at being an idiot.
“So,” I said, trying to be casual. “Tell me about your butterflies.”
“The, um, effect.” I corrected, internally smacking myself. “The metaphysics thing.”
“It’s quite simple, Your Highness.” Adriana absently played with her spoon. “The wind from a butterfly’s wings has the possibility to create a hurricane.”
I thought about that.
“Little things can create greatness.”
She nodded, sipping her wine. I was a little distracted by the way her hands moved, the way her hair flowed in the light breeze and the way her lips touched the glass.
Also by the way the other men in the restaurant were looking at the V in her dress.
“Come with me to Vetresca.” I blurted.
I groaned on the inside.
Yeah, because asking a woman to move to another country on the second date doesn’t seem desperate at all.
Darius had finally been okay with me leaving. I hadn’t told him about the
slight change in my wedding plans yet because that staff of his hadn’t seemed real friendly about that idea.
Adriana, however, seemed amused at my misery.
“Are you asking me to run away, Your Grace?””More like fly away.” No, that’s not right . “With me. Well, not with me, but on a plane because I can’t carry you.”
So much nope. “Well, I can but I don’t think we’d get very far. I don’t work out much. In the winter, I mean. Would you like to see my muscles?”
Please. Shut. Up.
“Of course.” She pursed her lips, blushing. “Fly away with you, that is. Not that I wouldn’t like to, um, see your muscles, Your Grace.”
I laughed, running a hand through my hair. “Love the way you talk dirty, Princess.”
More blushing . “Well, I’m kind of new at this.”
“Well, so am I.”
You’ve slept with more women than the guest list at the Ritz.
“So when shall we leave, Your Highness?” She asked, curiously.
I shrugged. “Well, we can leave right now if you have your bags packed.”
“I always do.”
“So do I.” I chimed in.
Yeah, now make like middle schoolers and go “OMG, we’re legit awesome for doing the same things. We’re totally soulmates.”
You desperate, desperate son of a bîtch.
“Skip dessert?” I suggested, taking out my wallet. She nodded eagerly. I paid the bill and we were in my car in a few minutes.
It was a long drive to her apartment and then to where I was staying. We spoke about everything from first pets to her least favourite song.
And in an odd turn of events, my shy quiet new fiancé liked rock music.
So much to my satisfaction, we spent a good deal of time lip syncing Highway to Hell like we were on American Idol.
Looking at this woman as she shattered every perception I had about her, I knew I was definitely headed for a very personal meeting with the devil.
Once we were at the apartment, Charles made quick work of arranging the flight back to Vetresca. He also intuitively left both of us alone in the room after a while.
Six digit salary well earned, lad.
“I can’t wait.” Adriana smiled. “I’ve always wanted to see the Grigorian Library.”
I ran a hand through my hair.
Thank you, Xavier, for fücking with my life in ways you couldn’t even possibly imagine.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen.” I muttered. “This trip is just like a vacation, of course. You’d need to come back here after a while-”
“I don’t want to.”
Adriana looked into my eyes, her own reflecting every misery she’d felt here.
Suddenly the doorknob turned.
I should’ve been more elegant with my response.
I pointed to the curtains, much to Adriana’s confusion.
I’d never felt more like an ässhole than I did right then, as she quickly covered herself in the drapes.
There was only one bästard who was brave enough to still not knock on my door.
Right on cue, Darius Azaria came inside, for once looking happy.
Naturally I was sweating bullets.
“So the rings for the wedding just came in today.”
I looked at the curtain. It stayed perfectly still but I could imagine her face.
“She’s really excited about it. You might want to come down and meet her -” Darius paused, finally noticing the lack of my personal things in the room. “Are you leaving?”
“Urgent matters in Vetresca.” I said, leading him out the door. “This has been nice, Darius. We should totally do this again. Give me a call sometime and we can get drunk. Have a great day, Your Grace.”
I closed the door on a very confused Darius, and locked it behind me, swearing softly.
“You didn’t tell him.”
Adriana’s voice wasn’t even accusing. She was still giving me the benefit of the doubt.
I went to her and held her hands.
“I will.” I looked into her eyes. “Very soon. I promise.”
“But the ring-”
“Will only go on your finger.” I said, kissing them. “You’re the one I want.”
She didn’t seem to believe me.
There wasn’t much I could I do though. After a while, we left the room and got inside the car.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said.” I said, once we were alone again. “About the butterflies, right?”
“Yes, Your highness?”
She looked at me curiously.
“So if I say you’re the most beautiful soul I’ve met in a long time,” I said, watching her lips twitch. “If I moved a little closer and held your hand.”
She let me do that, watching me with her beautiful mismatched eyes.
“So if I kissed you right now, Princess,” I loved the way her breath hitched. “I wonder what could happen?”
She closed her eyes, as my lips met hers.
Adriana’s fingers tangled in my hair, and I held her by the waist. Her lips were soft against mine and she tasted like red wine. It was a slow, passionate kiss that consumed me whole, that rocked me to my very core.
This was a kiss that would be burnt into my memories forever.
Eventually I let go, and we were both breathless. We just looked at each other for a while, and I felt like I’d finally found something I’d been looking for all my life.
Adriana finally answered my question.
“Greatness.” She said, her eyes sparkling. “Little things create greatness.”
Daniel : “LIKE BECAUSE OF THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT”