Fifty-Three. What?

*Eleanora Elliot*

He took us out to a cute dinner. Nothing wildly formal, so our day clothes sufficed.

He pulled out the chair and as I sat he kissed the top of my head.

He sat across from me, we immediately were helped with a waitress.

And I won't lie. She was looking at him intensely.

But his eyes were burning on my face.

"What can I get you to drink?" She asked softly.

And she was pretty, like... pink, clean girl pretty. Soft pink lips, natural makeup, her hair shiny and honestly stunning.

"What do you want, my love?" He asked.

"Could I have a strawberry lemonade?"

"Absolutely. You, sir?"

"Same." He answered.

"I'll be back." She gave a small glance to him.

I smiled.

"What?" He asked.

"She's cute. Sweet. I like her."

"Thinking of leaving me?" He asked, opening his hand palm up on the table.

"No. She likes you, but she's not crazy about making that noticeable."

"And you like that?" He quirked a brow.

"No. She just seems respectful." I placed my hand in his.

He brought my hand to his lips.

"Some part of me wished you would be jealous."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It makes the sex better." He grinned softly.

"Ahhh. Well maybe I can talk to a man and receive that from you. Last I checked you're in charge tonight." I smirked.

He sighed.

"Don't torture me." He murmured, looking at our hands.

"Just to get you a little pissed off."

"Do you want another man's attention?" He frowned.

"I want your attention. Only your attention. Especially if you're a man of your word, Hale." I answered, crossing my legs.

"What does that mean?" He studied me.

"...you told me how you wanted things to go."

"I did? I don't recall." He tilted his head.

"Hale." I frowned.

"No, really. What did I say, baby?" He quirked a brow.

"Don't mess with me. We're at a public restaurant." I pulled my hand from him.

He withheld the smile threatening his mouth.

"I'm sorry love but if I don't know what I said there's nothing I can do." He sat back, shrugging.

"Tell me you're joking." I glared.

"I know you're joking." I crossed my arms.

"Sorry Nora. I don't remember."

"Fine. I guess you're getting nothing. I bet Lore remembers so maybe I'll ask him to get me." I shrugged.

"Do it. I dare you." He smirked, but it was a dark expression.

"Fine."

I grabbed my phone and called him.

"Sweetheart."

"Hi. Hale doesn't recall the events that are supposed to occur tonight. He proceeds to consistently tell me I have to remind him otherwise it won't happen. I bet you remember the supposed events that will be occurring tonight so maybe you can take his place hm?" I looked at Hale who had his arms crossed over his chest.

Asshole.

"Did you actually call me for that?"

"Yes. He dared me."

"God I am so excited for what he's gonna do to you. Hand the phone to him."

I felt my heart rise to my throat.

But I did as asked.

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna make her recite what she remembers while I punish her for being a brat."

I felt my clit pulse, adrenaline beginning to rush through me. I was very alert and highly aware of the feeling beginning to course through me.

"Do you think that would teach her though? We already know I'm going to destroy her insides... yeah but I'll already have her shaking and fucking sobbing."

I froze. I wished I could hear Lore talking, to know what's being spoken.

"That sounds borderline sadistic. I love it."

What?...

"Alright."

He handed me my phone back.

"Lore?"

"Have a great fucking night baby. I can't wait for the videos."

He hung up.

"Videos?"

Hale shrugged.

Our lemonades came out and we ordered food, my knee bouncing the entire dinner.