Asbeel watched her expressions and the corner of his lips lifted up before he moved and leaned in on her. He bent close to her until his lips were about to touch her ear.
"Do you want to see your final surprise?" he whispered.
His breath touched her skin, electrocuting her nerves, that she almost forgot to breathe. His voice seemed to have some magic as it lingered in her ear.
She nodded her head spellbound.
For a moment the man didn't move, nor did he make a sound. But in the next second he dragged her to a nearby room, she didn't even know was there just a moment ago.
He was silent all the while, Angela couldn't help but feel her heart drumming so hard. She was sure it could come out any moment.
They both entered the old looking house. But she was once again shocked when she saw the insides.The room screamed luxury, it was just the opposite of his outer diapilatted look.
Long thick velvet curtains hung from the walls and covered the windows. The large lounge area was dotted with expensive furniture, tables and chairs and lounge suites. Before she could give a look towards the bedroom, she heard a thud.
Asbeel had closed the door. He was now standing in front of her looking intently at her eyes.
"You can leave this room any time you want" he said out of nowhere. His words only made her more tense. When he brought her to the room, she had somewhat guessed what was going to happen. His worddds only confirmed the doubts budding in her mind.
But still she stood there rooted without moving an inch from there. Her eyes looked straight into his eyes. He could see determination in them. As if no matter what challenge he put in front of her, she would not change her mind.
Seeing that Angela was still there, and not going to change her mind. Asbeel lifted his hand and touched her cheek.
"Are you scared?" he whispered and the girl bit her lips but still shook her head, causing him to chuckle.
He gazed down at her one last time before he took her hand and dragged her towards the bedroom.
The bedroom was decorated in masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit, mood lighting. He brought her in front of a large king size bed.
Angela knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered the house and he asked her the question. Deep within her she knew Asbeel was like that. She had seen him in the club and parties, and had checked a long list of girls he had been with.
She knew right from the start that he was not a gentleman, sweet and respectful man. Yet she fell for him as she knew he cared. She could see in his eyes. The worry, the anger and something more complicated than she could understand.
But would that change after today? He might leave her after her sexual needs would be fulfilled. That's what he had done with most of his girlfriend in the past too.
All the thoughts started swirling in her mind like sea waves drowning her further and further.
Yet here she was willingly following him to the depth of hell as he always said. Because she believed he was the man she had been looking for. He was the answer to her every wish, a man that had given her warmth and had saved her even if he had to fight with the whole world.
But all these thoughts still couldn't help her in preparing herself for what was about to happen. This wasn't as easy as she had thought. She didn't know doing this took a lot of courage.
She wondered how the girl in movies made it look so easy. Quietly letting out a deep breath, she hardened her resolve. This was her choice, she would commit to it.
But still her heart wasn't giving her permission to move further. She looked at him and took a brave decision.
She went forward and hugged him, he had just removed his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair.
She observed him carefully, his every feature ingrained in her heart. He turned towards her gazing at her sexily as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his one hand while holding her waist with the other hand. He stopped only once he reached the button that would expose his chest.
She was sure if he continued to look at him, she would have a nose bleed. She felt like she needed to rub her eyes and pinch her cheek just to make sure she didn't lose herself in his spells again. She had a mission to do.
But she swore he was undoubtedly the sexiest man she had ever met, not that she had met many men in her lifetime, even if she had, she didn't remember anything.
They both quietly stared at each other for a long while. She saw his eyes deliberately travel from her head down to her toes and then back again. His expressions were still unreadable but at least she could feel the intensity from his eyes as he looked at her. His gaze was melting her in his arms.
Her knees were going weak, and she was thankful that his tight grip was still on her waist. It gave her enough strength to still stand there. His charms were making her wet. She could feel the heat rising in her core. Her stomach was churning and many complicated feelings were taking place in her body. She knew he had possessed her completely. But this was not the time to give up.
The fact that he still had not professed his love for her was enough to awaken her dumbstruck nerves. She shook her head to clear the haziness covering her head and finally asked the question she wanted to know before the deed was done.
"Do you love me?"