RAFE:
What a girl!
The moment I met her eyes, I found myself drawing to her. I could clearly see her usual sharp eyes, delicate but strong as if she could read right through you, which for her is of course unfortunately impossible in my case. But I also cannot forget how beautiful they are. Almost like two pairs of gold, no, maybe topaz would be the right word, like two yellow diamonds. And in these low light, they seem more brighter when they close in toward the lights in darkness.
Her perfectly styled auburn hair were almost shining like copper. I'm no fool and I don't fear admitting to thing I admire. Therefore the fact that she's beautiful and exceptionally so is something I cannot deny. Her choice is never bad either. She dresses modestly which I didn't expect yet they hug her curves in every right place, enhancing her stunning figure enchanting everyone around her. Red suits her too, dare I add. She didn't do anything too bold but natural despite attending such a big party. Personally, she didn't need anything more. Her aura and demeanour made her glow in every way. Although she stood confidently, her eyes seems distant, like she didn't want to be here. Maybe I'm just being delirious.
Even when I took her hands, they always seem a lot smaller than they looked and so light as if I could break them with a snap. She's confident in profession and I have no doubt by the way she talks but I have my doubt about her confidence in person.
But of course that's good for me. She isn't as hardcore as I expected her to be, in fact she's polar opposite.
Although she seemed distant and stoic at first, she also eases up quick or maybe I'm just delusional and she was just being normal. I don't care. Point is I can charm her and I did.
Once glance at how she looked at me and it's easy to understand she was charmed like everyone. My god gifted demeanour helped me a lot in the long run and I am thankful to my bloodline for that. Thus now I know I can get her trapped in the clutch I'm setting for her. Unfortunately for her she won't even know it before she's trapped.
Moving along and introducing her seemed so easy as if she was a natural by my side. I liked the feeling. The eyes that fell on her were either from admiration or for sexual orientation. I didn't mind because I knew how they all know who she belongs to now. Although I didn't appreciate stupid men who thought they can make a fling at her. She'd better stay with me if she wants to avoid them.
And I better keep her with me, if possible always.
When she answered Rimela's sly remarks, I was astonished now well she could hold her toung. At first my mind went blank as how to manage both of these two girls but she did it perfect as if she wasn't the least bit bothered. That proves how my idea was perfect in choosing her. As beautiful as she is, she's extremely smart too. She instantly caught my attention before Lucien had the great idea of pulling her away. I noticed her looking as me, almost confused but it wasn't long before she was out of my view.
"Rafe, I finally found you." I curse internally knowing full well who it is.
My eyes which was still glued to the woman I've come to admire and find attractive, it had to be snatch toward my past that I wasn't interested to recall but couldn't give up either.
"Rimela, how unfortunately surprising to find you here." I spit toward the dark blonde tall woman in a sexy red spaghetti strap dress that shined over her light tanned skin which once I might have found hot. But not as much anymore, unfortunately. She looks beautiful though. She always does, no doubt in that.
"Come on Rafe, call me like you always do. Call me Rim." She said smiling brightly like she always did. Her necklace shimmering like her eyes.
"When we're in private, maybe. But this is an important commercial party. Thus I'd prefer not to call the famous Rimela Tark Hudson by informal names. Why are you here?" I enchance her future husband's name because it makes her realize her position better after everything she did.
"Firstly, I'm still under contract with your company, so obviously I'd come. And secondly Rafe, I'm aware your pissed at me because I accepted his offer and left you. But I never broke our relationship. That was you. You've always been too obsessed over work and your ego. To a point where when I mentioned about him you didn't even bother that he was offering to marry me." She let out on my face like it's reasonable cause. I just scoffed at her. She must be kisding me now.
"Yea, guess what, I didn't think a man 10 years older than you would be able to charm my fiance. So, I didn't think I was supposed to bother if my lover went flying to an older man because he's loaded and free to waste all his time on her. Plus, who you go to never really mattered to begin with. You're aware of this." I shoot back without as much as remorse.
"Rafe, I may not have been some sweet old lady to fall in love with you blindly but I did admire you as I always will. But the way you are, the way you push a person apart and hurt them with your choice of words and action, I really do wonder who'd be able to tolerate it like I did. And I still do. You just never realized it." She suddenly put through in a softer tone I've ever seen her which finally makes me look directly at her.
Rimela is a confident woman. A model but she's not some stuck up stupid girl. She's good at what she does and is widely admired for it. Indeed she did a lot to succeed so far, maybe it can be hard to accept for some but it's admirable how she doesn't even flinch when she is forced into an odd situation. Although it's nothing honorable, but her way of charming into men's head is amazing. For her to softed her tone is unheard of. We had a good chemistry. Like fuel and fire. Both too confident and arrogant to care for the world. No emotional attention or attachment were needed. No woman comapred to her way of fitting my life. It was incredible until she felt that her time with me was getting overpowered by my work and so she left. I wasn't upset for that but she could've informed rather than me leaving me on my engagement. Maybe even choose herself a better man than a guy like Hudson. I hate being compared to a man like that. And even worse, being insulted for it.
"What are you trying to put, Rim?" I ask frustrated.
"The fact that I only accepted Hudson's proposal. I didn't marry him yet. We were the perfect match. Nothing holdimg us back in life, not even eachother. But I do deserve a bit of respect rather than being left now and then without as much as a word because you need to attend work. Not to forget the occational insults in front of everyone." She replied with fire holding a grudge over stupid things.
"Yea, it wasn't fine either to find you sleeping with another man in the morning of our engagement and then breaking off. " I lash back.
"That wasn't me, that was you. I didn't sleep there, I was there for work, Rafe. I'm a model. Finding me naked in a man's studio doesn't mean I slept with him. And seriously, when did you care about that kinda stuff? You decided we should respect each other's privacy and comfort. The engagement was for your grandmother's nagging to stop. Forget it, can't we just start over, Rafe? We were amazing those two years. Free and fine." She replied honestly as I just stared at her.
"I'll think about it. But definately not now. Keep your issues to yourself because for the last time I don't want to be embrassed because of you." I finally let out sighing after a while knowing she wouldn't stop annoying me if I don't.
She isn't wrong. We do suit eachother. Maybe she isn't better than that girl. But she's good for me, right?
Agh! Why am I comparing her to that girl?!
Satisfied, she walked right beside me in linked hands as I greeted my other guests, keeping in mind to get back to my original bussiness with that woman.
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VIVIA:
"So, are you my brother's girlfriend?" I snapled back my attention to Lucien"s voice.
"Auh, no, I don't really know to be exact. He did ask me out but that's all." I replied being truthful.
"You haven't said yes?" He seemed slitely surprised.
"Is that something uncommon?" I asked looking up.
"A little I guess, yes." He smiled grimly with a small shake.
"Then I guess, I'm a bit uncommon regarding all these." I smiled back as he smirked.
"Smart girl, I see. Sadly that brother of mine won't get it. But good luck. He's a stubborn man if anything. He won't back out easily but then again it's not like you want that either." He said knowing making me chuckle a little.
"Remind me to be careful around you, Mr. Lucien." I replied understandimg exactly how sharp this man is.
"Noted but you as well cut the Mr. It's a bit weird now." He said as he made a final twirl as the music stopped.
"Pleasure dancing with you, Lucien." I nodded.
"Pleasures all mine." He replied as suddenly he was jerked back.
"Now you handle this woman." Leonard said pulling him handing Ella on his hand and smiled at me.
"Do you drink?" He asked bluntly.
"Uh, yea?" I let out confused.
"Brilliant. Luc, handle this mad woman, I'm off for a drink with this young lady." He said taking my hand.
"You'll pay for this, Leo!" Ella screamed as the music started as Lucien made a final node and took her away. She seems a bit drunk.
"Trust me she's always like that in a party without her guy." He answered for me as we walked into the bar section.
The bar section was thankfully not as crowded as I expected. There were a few people leisurely drinking but nothing put of ordinary. It was beautifully decorated too, most interesting was the fire on the table. It looked pretty cool.
"Give me just a beer and for the lady-?" he looked at me as I smiled at the bartender answering.
"Classic margarita on rocks." My reply made him smile.
"I like woman who knows how to choose drinks." He said smugly.
"Should I take that as a compliment as always, Leo?" I let out smirking. I've missed this encounter for so long.
"Ah, so now you remember me." He laughed.
"Unfortunately so." I smiled.
I met Leo back in college. He was a year above me. He suddenly joined in mid semester and it was the talk of the class since he was in marketing department. I didn't know his full name, just that he was called Leo. Words were he and his brother were abroad studying but had to return urgently and he decided to join the marketing department. I used to see him when I left the room and he and his friend's entered. But that wasn't exactly how I knew him. Back then Cynthia was a crave between the upper classmates. And I was the unfortunate target of mock since I was much dull and ignorant than her. But that ended up making me the betting object.
One day Leo suddenly popped up by me on lunch and proposed, it was so awkward it was the talk of the whole college. I had a boyfriend then which everyone knew and was very much troubled by the situation but then one of the senior girl we knew in his class poured juice all over him before I even replied announcing that it's just a prank by the rowdy boys. He was so pissed, it turned into a heated fight between those two which ended up ruining my papers. In the end both of them apologised.
After that he'd show up here and there saying hi or joke from time to time. It was just when I was in my 3nd year that I stopped hanging out with others a lot and missed out on everything. But then I joined TRIPLE C, and rarely met anyone in college since I got too busy. That's how I knew Leo. It just slipped by my memory since it's been so long and he changed a lot. He was more boyish then, now he's all build up and way too handsome now. Not that he was any less then, but now he's eye catching.
"I'm more surprised to see you with Rafe than seeing you just in the party." He said sipping on his beer.
"Yea, so am I." I laughed. What ironic fate to meet him here. It is quite surprising.
"Careful though, he can be an ass." He commented turning toward the party's direction.
"Like you?" I commented.
"Aw, I wasn't that bad." He grinned. Says the guy who had girl's kncked up and drolling for years.
"Sure, like I'll believe that. You're more famous for breaking hearts than being handsome." I let out twirling my drink.
"So you did think I was handsome." He smirked motioning to me with his bottle.
"I knew it. I'm not blind and neither do I lie. I make honest opinion and if a guy is handsome, why not admit it?" I shrugged.
"God, I missed your sly replies, Vi." He said with a smile. It's been so long anyone other than Cynthia called me that.
"I'm surprised you remember me. I wasn't even in your class." I laughed.
"Yea, well I can't forget my famous scandal of a proposal I made to the only hot nerd in college. Almost got me killed too." He laughed bitterly. Here comes his jokes on girls, to him every girl probably was hot. Not sure how he can say that about me though.
"By whom, Serein?" I giggled think of his always arguing partner.
"Ah, not even close, she, well, left soon after I stopped seeing you around." He said looking away but the smile he had was a bit sad. I wonder if it's just being nostalgic or something else.
But then he shook himself and turned to me mischievously.
"I'm talking about Miky boy." He replied as it was my turn to wipe the grin of my face.
That name once made me feel butterflies in my stomach. But now, only remorse and fear creeps in me. I'd do anything to wipe him off my memory. Anything.
"He did what?" I asked dreading.
"Nothing except threatening." He said which made me curse under my breath. I never got a chance to take a break because of him.
"Although it didn't ended into anything massive since our dear savior Serein was there to save the day. No offence, I'd have punched him for sure if not for her and knowing you care for him." He said as I let out a scoff.
"Ah, you should have. Maybe it'd have knocked some sense into him." I mumbled.
"Thankfully you're over him, I see." He replied nudging.
"Yea, thankfully." I only said sipping my drink.
"Mike and you may have been an item but you guys personally to me never suited eachother. You were too cool minded and he was too hot minded and just simply too much." He said shrugging.
"Trust me, I was blind and left him when I got my sight back. His too much once seemed like love, I don't believe in that crap anymore." I chugged my last bit of drink.
"Good for you." He smiled genuinely.
"What are you guys talking about?" We both turned out head to Rafael walking up to us slowly, hands in him pocket.
"Don't let him know we know eachother. Keep the spice up." I heard Leo whisper as I smiled.
"Aye." I replied turning fully to Rafael's direction after dropping my glass.
"Trying to woo the pretty lady since you left her alone." Leo smirked and said to which as expected Rafael couldn't help the frown.
"Are you aware she's my date?" He asked moving close to me.
"Sure, and you left her for Miss oh so sexy and bitchy Rimela." He mumbled but Rafael cought it.
"She isn't bitchy, Leo." He defended surprising me a little. But then why won't he?
"Sure she isn't. Careful brother, trying to save that, you might lose this." He winked to me and left.
I turned to a grim looking Rafael who was staring holes in me. Feeling awkward I asked for another drink.
And he followed.
"What were you talking with him?" He asked curiously but annoyed.
"Why does it matter?" I replied scoffing.
"Don't use that tone with me Viviana." He said snatching my hand as I flipped to him.
How dare he!
"You should be careful with your tone, Mr. Rafael. I'm not someone you can order just cause I'm your date and we made a deal." I replied pulling my hand back to pick up my drink.
"Am I not supposed to be annoyed when I find my date flirting with my brother?" He grimly replied. He's kidding right?
"Am I supposed to care when that so called guy left me to be with his ex?" I smiled.
"She's just a friend." He huffed picking up his drink.
"Or so I've heard." I let out sipping onto my drink.
"What, you're jealous?" He asked taking me both by amusement and surprise.
"And why would I be? As I remember your words were. We had a deal, we get together for benefits, enjoy ourselves for a while and go seperate ways once done. No strings, no connections, no feelings. So I'm fine with whoever you be with or hang out. But a coin always had two side as everything else. Don't forget that." I replied directly at him shaking my head once.
"Whoever said you're naive should choke themselves." He mumbled as I let out a bitter laugh.
"Trust me they already have." I replied moving when I noticed Cynthia talking with a client. I need to leave this guy for now to clear my head before I lose it.
He pulled my hand suddenly and made me look stright at him. I was too close in proximity which made me feel things I haven't in years. I felt his breath on me as every nerve in my body perked up. We were so close that in one motion, we'd have out lips touch. I didn't dare look at his in fear what it will do to my unknown feelings. I kept my eyes deep in him as he tried to read through me. I've been said to have the best controlled expression but with him, for the first time I'm having a hard time to manage.
"Do not provoke me, Viviana. I'm a controlled man but you always provoke or intrigue me. I've warned you to be careful when playing with fire. I cannot promise to hold back next time you pull a stunt like this." He whispered as I only felt his lips move.
He slowly bend as I felt my breath hitch and I instantly closed my eyes. But then I felt his lips touch the side of my lips slowly engulfing in them as he lingered slowly letting me feel every motion as a tide of various things turbined making no sense to me. Then he moved away leaving me cold and disappointed.
Disappointed?! Hell no!
I instantly opened my eyes to meet the mock in his. I cursed inside pushing him and walked away leaving his annoying look and twisted smirk behind.
"That was cute, babe." Cynthia said when she excused herself from the client and came up to me.
"Yea and f*ck you." I mumbled. I was furious at this point. His mocks have outdone itself.
"Damn, girl. People would blush normally?" She rolled her eyes. Well, because you don't know what an annoying jerk he is.
"Not when you're mocked." I let out pinching her.
"Ouch." I glared as she laughed.
"Where's your babe?" I asked looking around for Mark.
"Who are we talking about?" She nonchalantly asks which she's obviously not.
"Yea, don't play your game on me girl, I know ya. Go on, where's your hubby?" I nudge her as she sighs.
"What do you think?" She said with a scrowl.
"Duty called?" I grinned as she showed me scowl huffing and picked up a glass of champagne.
"How is he now?" I ask slowly as she hands me a glass.
"He was never bad. But that's the issue, he's too nice. And-"
"You feel flawed." I complete for her who looks frustrated. There's a reason we've been friends for so long. I know her too much.
"But you really like him, Cyn. Isn't it still worth a shot?" I take her hand who is now avoiding looking at me.
"What do think? Why am I still single then?" She shrugs as I genuinely smile as her childishness. Never thought a day would come Cynthia would have cold feet over a relationship.
"Give the guy a chance. He seems nice and seems to know you too. And definitely doesn't mind how rude you are." I grin at her who playfully hits me back.
"Only cause you said so." She smirks playing my words back to me.
"Sure, darling." I wink at her and she lets out a laugh.
Cynthia never got into any normal relationship for years. I never understood the exact reason for it. If the guy is too nornal, it doesnt excite her. If he's too wild, it's too risky for her. If he's rude as her, she hates it. If he's too nice, she's bored of them. The cycle repeated forever. Being with her for so long, I for one know none of them are really a valid reason. She simply hates settling down is the only conclusion I was able to come up with.
Although once, she was too drunk and let out of her problems. Men find her too independent and strong, so they pull out or cheat on her. Their reason is that she doesn't need them and those woman they cheat with because they need him since they are emotionally weaker than her, they aren't strong as her to handle breakups and so on. Their logic is she'll always be fine being left alone. I think they are idiots who doesn't even understand the basic of a woman's feelings.
No matter how strong or independent you are, you'll always need a hand to rely on at the end of the day. Unfortunately for me, I lost the ability to trust that but I don't want my bestfriend turn out like that. I want her to be happy. And I have a feeling this guy might actually be able to pull in off.
We went to meet up with few more people since as I expected many of my power clients were present. And being Cynthia, she ended up scoring few more.
"You'll kill us with the work load Cyn." I whispered pinching her.
"More like make you faint with money." She winked as I rolled my eyes and prayed my employees don't chew us out.
"CYNTHIA!" Both of us flinched suddenly by the loud voice called her.
The two most craziest and hottest women we knew walked up to us.
One with her wildly cut blonde hair and water drop blue eyes. Amplified with black top showing enough cleavage to mock even men and white pants making obvious outfit into a red carpet look. Ciara Delos, Cynthia's older sister only by a year through.
Other with an ever taller frame with short blonde and bold as ever looks in her glitzy glamourous black dress. Clarissa Delos Welton. She's already married for four years now. The oldest of the Delos family and the most cleverest of the sisters.
They're the another reason why the famous tittle of The Crazy Delos sisters stands for.
"Ah, my baby sister looking hot as ever." Ciara patted Cynthia who smacked her hands away. She has a bitter complex over her height since she's the youngest as well as the shortest of the three of them.
"Shut up, Ciara." She said as Clarissa, more commonly called Claris hugged me.
"How've you been, Vivia?" She asked as I kissed her cheeks.
"As fine as I'll ever be." I replied pulling back.
"Hey, Girl!" Ciara engulfed me in a hug knocking the air out of me.
"Can't...b-breath" I struggled but didn't push her since this is usual.
"How, man? You're all grown up too." She kissed my cheeks.
"Says the woman who looks younger than us and gets hit on more." Cynthia rolled her eyes replying.
"I think the technical term is sexy for that, baby sister." She patted her face which again got smacked away.
"Will you be mad if I say I'm hella surprised to see you here." Claris said looking up and down at me as I let out a laugh.
"I honestly thought you live in a cave." Ciara joked. Well, I almost thought so too.
"Yea, I know." I let out as Ciara kept bothering Cynthia who got more annoyed.
"Can I say how unsurprised I am to see you both here." Cynthia said as both of them let out a laugh.
The only family I've ever been close to is Cynthia's. I litereally grew up with them. The two older sisters ended up being models while Cynthis who was more concerned enjoying her life never found it interesting as neither did I. But the fashion in their blood always spoke since all three of them are super photogenic and has amazing sense of fashion.
On holidays or even vacations, I'd mostly spend it with them. Cynthia's mother Mrs. Delos was the only perfect mother figure I ever had and was the most fun person I knew. It wasn't by luck that the Delos sisters were so wild. They had an older brother too who stays with her parents and is also married and have his own babies.
My family on the other hand, well, I never had one to call my own. Sophie is the only one who's even remotely related to me. She'd sometime tag along but by the time she graduated and went to the community college, she was already engaged to David. And now she's all married and has a beautiful girl too. Knowing she has a huge family at her in law's makes me very happy. She never had to deal with shits like I did and I'm more than grateful for it.
"Ciara?" Derek walked up to us looking a bit surprised.
"Hey, Derek." She said with a sweet smile and winked.
Do they know eachother closely?
But before we could get the hang of anything, they both got into a hug and she kissed his cheeks with a smile.
"When did you come back?" He asked letting go.
"A week or so ago." She informed flipping her hair.
"Done with the hellish Europe Haute." Claris explain as she hugged Derek too.
"Good to have you guys back. This years NY week will be fun." He said as Ciara stuck to him.
I closed in on Cynthia who was not even paying attention to them.
"Hey, what's up with those two?" I asked looking at the couple sticking together stealing glancing at eachother.
"Yea, they're old friends. And she's going out with his sister." She said nonchalantly.
"And you knew?" I asked surprised.
"No, but guessed. I've seen photos here and there online. Never cared enough to check." She shrugged. Normally I'd be annoyed but that's Cynthia for you.
"So you knew him at the dinner we went to?" I asked glaring at her. That's something I might have liked to know.
"I didn't knew him personally but that guy knows me well, I saw him plastered on my sister's iggy wall along with her gf. That's all. She's with many guys and girls, can't keep records of which one is who and what." She rolled her eyes replying.
"Rafael, nice venu." I turned back to Claris hug the man I just was not interested to look at now.
"Thanks, Claris. Good to have you guys here. Yo, Ciara please tell me, you bombed the European Haul." He smirked as Ciara gave him a wink making all of them laugh except me and Cynthia who was not even paying attention.
"Viviana," I looked up at him composed as ever though I felt like screaming at him.
"Yes?" I answered back. Being a proper lady at parties is a nightmare precisely becasue of circumstances like this when I can't say f*ck you to someone.
"I havn't had the pleasure to dance at my own party yet." He said coming closer.
"So?"I let out looking confused although I'm anything but.
"So, your going to dance with me. And-" he looked up as Mark approached Cynthia from behind.
"And he will accompany my faviorite guest." He said which bought back Cynthia from her wonderland.
"Hey, I haven't had my drunk dance either." Ciara said as Derek laughed and took her toward the floor.
"I'll go find my husband, who seem to have been lost somewhere." With that Claris left as I had no other option to leave with him.
"What happened to your friend?" I asked tuning on the friend word.
"Lost, but I'm supposed to dance with my esteemed fiancee, right?" He said slowly as we stepped into the floor.
"And who's that?" I asked surprised.
"Who I'm going to have a dance with now." He said as we took position along with the music.
The orchestra started playing as a smiled pulled on me when I recognised the tunes they formed. I started to remember few of the notes I'm familier with making me look back in my past when I still played Violin.
It was the only thing that gave me peace in my dark life. It was my salvation from everything. Unfortunately life got too busy for me to follow up on that one and only beautiful hobby of mine. It's been years since I touched it. But I remembered the noted and tunes like they flowed in me as my very blood.
"You like something about the music?" Instantly I was pulled back to my reality that stood before me, devilishly handsome as ever.
His hand on my waist while mine in his shoulder and with our hands linked in place, twirling to the music. His strong hold made me realize he wasn't an easy man, if not dangerous.
"Why do you ask?" Failing to look away, I asked.
His demanour is almost like magnet. Girls cannot but notice him. His aura arouses women to like him. And although I've rarely if ever shown interest in any man, I cannot but admire how beautifully sculptured he is. But then his smile that could make anyone faint, up close didn't reach his eyes which made me bothered somehow. As if everything he did was fake or for show.
"You were smiling at the orchestra." He pointed out as I blushed how he realized by stupid fascination.
"I um, I used to play Violin once. I just remembered that." I confessed with burning cheeks.
"Violin? Wow, interesting." He sounded surprised or was it a mock in there. I think I'm starting to get paranoid for some reason.
"It was just a thing from childhood, nothing too fascinating or important." I replied back honestly as I felt his hand move from my waist to back leaning me closer.
"Trust me everything about you is fascinating." He replied slowly moving back and forth by my body.
I could feel every damn nerve of my body against his. The fire within me rose and made me conscious of his touches. The suit that fitten his muscles over the soft velvet over my skin, the light tint of minty cologne that was easing me up against him and his soft touches that made me feel seductive at every turn. The slow familiar music and the relaxed movements were drowning me. It's like all my nerves have been set on fire and I'm just a burning candle waiting to melt down.
And he was the center of it all.
His gorgeous eyes that were set on me didn't help, rather made it worse. And worst part was he probably knew it as well. His breathing that was abnormally loud in my ears, made my calm aura to go to hell. In fact since I met him nothing in my life has anything to do with calm. And the proof was the raging heat hammered through my dress which covered every part of me yet I felt as bare as naked.
He slowly set my hand on his other shoulder which was once linked together as he put his own on my back. Like that I was trapped just as I feared.
"Have I ever said how beautiful your eyes are?" He asked in such a low tune that I almost missed it.
"Possibly no, not that I remember." I let out honestly not remembering anything since my brain has stopped working altogether.
"They're like that of two diamonds and almost as wild, sharp and just as curious as a cat's." He chuckled to himself as I heard it rhythm in his chest.
"Curious as a cat's?" I asked surprised.
"Yea, the same curiosity I hold trying to find the real you." He said closing in.
"Do I look fake?" I asked admiring his eyes too.
"More like hidden. Behind the so called boldness and forced confidence." He answered as I felt myself getting nervous. What does he mean by this?
"I do not force them. I need them to survive." I replied honestly.
"I'm sure you do but in between us, I don't think you need to." He put out which made me question what he meant.
"And why do you think that?" I asked amused. Because as far as I'm
aware, I probably need them the most with you.
"Because I think you already know why." He smirked as I urged again.
"I honestly don't. In fact, I think I should be careful with you." I stated.
"Do you? Maybe I should open up and ease you more since we'd have an interesting, um, hmm, friendship or partnership?" He asked early having the fun I do not appreciate.
"Friendship is probably out of the question now. Friends do not talk like you do neither do they have the want as you demand." I replied scoffing.
"Oh, so you know what I want from you." He leaned in as we were just centimetres apart.
"The things you need from me, you might never get since you're a bit wrong about my interest." Ireplied directly at him.
"Oh, don't lie now. I see the desire just as I see how nervous you are." He whispered looking deep as I felt every urge to look away but couldn't.
"I'm nervous because you're a dangerous man I never wished to get involved with. Desire or no desire, you're a potential to bring ruin in my life." I answered holding the last bit of confidence.
"Ruin your life? I might just set it back of track. You never know what you might find with me. I'm an interesting man." He said with a smirk I started to hate now.
"Trust me, Rafael. I may need help but I won't give away so much to let someone bring downfall on me." I told him letting go of his shoulder which he didn't follow and held me just as tight as he was going to.
"Brave as you are, I do wonder how you'll handle me when I do whirl into your life, Miss Ana." He whispered in my ears making me tremble as I almost smacked him right there and then but clutched my hand into a fist by fighting the rage in.
Looking up, I saw the remorseful eyes I once noticed and felt the hate I first felt in his office. Despite what attraction we have and desire we hold, this man does not like me. A man who sees a woman with so much sour in their eyes cannot like her. The once forced sexual tension I felt because of him is long gone now.
"Even if you have the guts to, I'd like to see you try and handle it. I do not know what you think you know about me, Mr. Rafael. But trust me when I tell you, you know nothing about me." I put my hands on his loudly breathing chest.
"And secondly, call me that again and next time you won't have the balls or the feet to stand and talk a woman into seduction ever again." Answering grimly I felt the shift in his rhythmic heart but with one forced push he was away and I left.
Thankfully the music stopped along making it seem perfectly normal. Something I didn't feel anymore. Not just with him but my decision of getting involved with him too. Wondering if I've just made the greatest mistake of my life.