||Chapter Five||
Let's Play||
N A R R A T I V E||
"Who..."
The barrier of glass had broken apart. Samuel kneeled before Sol as he rose to the surface, gaining every ounce of control over Samuel's body once inhaling a male's scent on Aria. For the beast was in a frenzy, demanding the blood to whoever's clothes she was wearing. An odd sense of possessiveness washes over him as he suddenly had the urge to sink his canines into her soft flesh, to show the entire world that she was his and his alone.
Which was foreign to Samuel since he had never felt a sense of jealousy before.
He had too much Pride for that.
After all, he was the Prince of Pride. He could have any woman walk into his bed, for his art of seduction was impossible for anyone who was alive and breathing to resist.
"Who does this belong to?.."
For it was no longer Samuel who was speaking but Sol.
She had not answered, she could only stare at the fallen angel before her with parted lips, eyes swirling. with desire as his voice had changed.
Sol was growing impatient within every passing second the clock had ticked. The scent of another male interlaced with her cherry sent heavily which was simply unacceptable. Samuel's hand gripped Aria's chin under Sol's control. He tilts her chin in order to have her eyes lock with his glowing golden shade eyes. Flecks of onyx danced within those rises with grace. Like pieces of glass dancing together in a waltz.
His beast running thin of control.
Aria had felt swirls of emotions crashing within her like the waves of the ocean during a dark and unforgiving storm. She felt the anger, she felt the spite, and dare she say it. She felt the jealousy.
Little did she know that those emotions belonged to the fallen angel before her.
"Answer me!"
"I-I..it's from an f-friend of mine-"
Friend.
Envious thoughts swirled through the Prince of Pride's mind, thinking just who this 'friend' was. Were they intimate? Did this friend ever touch her in sinful ways?
Were they platonic or did they have benefits? Were they in love or were they in the process of it?
Thought after thought after thought clouded this prince of prides mind like a storm.
It did not matter. They were close enough to have her wear his hoodie and that was simply unacceptable.
"Take it off" Samuel's lips simply had said. Though they were under the command of Sol.
Aria's eyes had widened at the command that simmered with darkness. A blanket of authority and dominance hung around the Fallen Angel, the room's air thick under his command.
"W-What?-" The young girl had spluttered.
She felt his anger intensify. Not since... but feel... feel as if those emotions were her own.
It unnerved her.
"You will not wear another man's clothing in my presence" He speaks in anger. His hand still on her jaw as his own was ticked eyes full of anger. "Or anywhere else in that matter" He adds.
The thought of her owning something from another male was simply unacceptable. He wanted to be the one to provide for her, for it was he who wanted to give her all the hoodies in the world if it had meant to burn the one she was wearing and rip it to shreds.
Aria stared into the mans eyes as though he had gone completely mad, but for some unexplainable reason she couldn't help but take pleasure in his jealousy.
"Aria I will not ask you again"
Samuel leans towards her ear inhaling her cherry scent, the men's cologne that came with it. the hoodie only aggravated. him further.
"Take it off yourself or I will rip it out of you myself..."
Through trembling hands Aria complies in submission she placed her hands onto the hem of the hoodie and lift it up exposing her stomach making the Prince of Pride's eyes darken, he could hear the sound of her heartbeat fly, he could hear her heartbeat like an African drum, and he watched in unconcealed satisfaction as the hoodie fell to the black marble floors.
His eyes never once trail down her feminine body, his control was hanging in a thin string. He didn't dare to look at her, knowing that if he did the string of control would snap.His eyes remained locked with hers...
He took a step closer to me closing the space between them, he placed his hand on her waist pulling her closer to him. A whispered groan escapes Aria's lips making this fallen angel's imagination run wild.
He tilts her head to have her stare at him again. Refusing to have her look at anywhere else.
"Good girl" He praised placing a kiss of appreciation on her cheek.
Sparks crackled from within.
His eyes then dart to her parted lips. It was then he truly saw her.
It was as if he was looking at her for the very first time.
Dark brown locks which reached no lower than her ample breasts laid on their natural messy waves. Her dark brows perfectly shaping her hooded shaped eyes which stared into his eyes with unconcealed lust under her long lashes, her eyes the most dangerous shade of steel blue, Samuel noticed the hypnotizing flecks of silver in them, his gaze then locks onto her slightly parted lips.
However just before he could kiss her Sol had uttered the words Samuel never knew he would ever hear.
"Mine..."
And just like that, he pulls away as if he was just burned by the flames of his own personal hell. He steps away staring at Aria with a new light as she looked as though she has just been fucked. Messy bed hair, lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed when really all he did was touch her.
'It's her...' Sol tells him from the back of his mind.
Samuel stood in silence as they looked into each other's eyes in silence. Samuel was. too consumed in his own shock to say anything.
However, Aria who seemed to have a reality check knock on her mental door awkwardly scurried towards her friend's hoodie and put it on.
'She is our mate...'
A R I A||
"No, she is not!" I hear him snap quite aggressively. I turned to face him in utter confusion now fully dressed on West's hoodie.
Samuel who looks back at me glared at me as if I just cursed his entire existence.
"So you want to be a slut now hm?" He asks me with a tilt of his head.
The stare wanted me to crawl into a hole and die. His words wanted me to claw at myself and die.
However, it was only then I glared back at him with the same intensity.
Wait a f*cking minute-
This asshole right here just asked me to take off my hoodie as if it was a safety hazard to him. How dare he call me a slut when it was he who had asked me to take off my damn hoodie?
There was no way in bloody hell I was going to stay silent.
"You are the one who told me to get rid of the hoodie" I snapped with venom. Samuel grins a sadistic look. A look of which a demon would hold before he would watch the destruction of his own creation spur before his eyes.
It was deadly.
He walked over to me.
"I don't know if you had noticed, Miss Peirce," He said spitting out my name as if it was a personal poison made to kill him.
"But I do not tolerate disrespect" He hissed once standing a foot away from me he grabs West's hoodie.
"This you insolent girl is disrespect," He says.
I was fuming.
I wanted nothing more than to slap this man out of. this got damn existence!
I shove him away from me as I glare into his gorgeous metallic liquid golden eyes.
"I will show you as much disrespect as I please, I am here against my own will" I hissed. He grinned finding my anger amusing.
He lifts a brow. "Is that so?" He asks.
"Yes," I snapped. "You know what I don't even know why the hell I came here. I'm leaving. Good day," I hissed turning around to leave however just before my hand could go as much as grazing the door handle he speaks.
"Well you can leave and find yourself in prison then, don't forget the leverage I have over you," He says.
You know, I said that killing was not within my policy.
How about a little exception?
I turned around glaring at him as if he was my personal nightmare.
I had completely forgotten that this asshat had leverage on me.
Wait... no-
He can't have leverage on me. West had looped the cameras. I was safe.
Holy shit I was safe!
A grin that could put cashmere the cat to shame coaxed my lips and I watch as he rose an eyebrow. Curious about what could possibly make me smile at a time like this.
"You lie," I said with a smile.
This had him tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy.
Adorable-
I shook away from my thoughts.
Stay focused you dumb f*ck-
"You have no leverage. You cannot have any footage of me. The cameras were looped. I made sure of it" I lied.
Well... partly lied, the only lie I had made was saying that it was 'I' who made sure the cameras were looped. That was not true that was West's job and specialty.
I did not want to drag him into this.
It was bad enough he had already heard the sound of his voice through my earpiece. I hoped he didn't remember.
Samuel chuckled, "Is that what you believe?" He asks me.
I stood my ground.
"It is not what I believe it is what I know," I tell him in pure and utter confidence.
I watched, confused as he walked behind his desk grabbed a remote pointed it at the wall, and just like that the large tv had opened from the side of the room that looked like a living room.
I look back at him with a raised brow. He only smiled in return though it was not genuine.
"Have a seat, Miss Peirce, something tells me that you will need to sit down" He said his tone teasing and mocking as if he was talking to a clueless child.
I huffed in annoyance. I was not a child nor was I clueless. I knew exactly who this asshat was.
A power-hungry fool.
Just like all men really. He was no different.
I listened nonetheless and sat down on the couch cross-legged as my gaze locks with the tv, a silence emerges through the room and all that could be heard as of now were the typings and the occasional *clicks* of Samuel's laptop.
"No footage?" He tells me and just like that, I see a familiar figured walking in a black and white camera screen looking in admiration at all the jewels that surround her.
At first, I thought he was bluffing, maybe he brought in an actress that was dressed in the exact same dress I was that night, which I highly doubted since that dress was a couture dress, the first and last of its kind.
The woman on the screen then turns her head ever so slightly revealing her face and my jaw hung open.
My heart had dropped into the furnished carpets in between my fluffy grey Yeezees as it shatters into tiny figments of nothing.
I hear footsteps emerge from behind me but I pay them no mind.
West?... The all-mighty Computer genius West... was outmatched?...
Impossible.
This had to be some sick joke-
"I must give it to you though," He tells me. I felt him standing behind me behind the couch I was sitting in as I continued to watch myself as I attempted to claw at the glass only to find it unbreakable.
"This 'friend' of yours was hard to fight off against the firewalls of our system. We only made it seem as though he hacked into our cameras successfully because I was eager to see who had dared to rob from me" He speaks seeing right through my mini lie. His tone was pitiful, as though he just told a child that Santa-clause was not real.
He remembered West's voice. He knew it was him. I made a mental note to never have West and him meet or cross. I watched as I jumped out of fear on the television that showed me the events of last night.
Probably when West decided to yell that someone was coming.
I watched the panic in my eyes.
I watched myself trying to look for a place to escape.
But...
I then watched as my eyes stopped searching, the panic in my eyes was gone as I stare in the direction of where I see Samuel and the other guy he was with was coming from. My lips slightly parted as I watched in anticipation waiting for him to come within my view.
I should have run.
I should have hidden.
But no... I stood there frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.
Willingly even.
I did not even try to hide nor did I try to run. I wanted to see his presence.
I wanted to see him.
The look of anticipation in my eyes proved me right.
Once he was finally in my vision I watched as my eyes glazed into him as if he was the most precious thing in a sea full of diamonds and rubies. My lips had slightly parted as my eyes seemed to have glazed.
I looked... possessed...
"I take that you wanted to see me..." He says whispering to my ear.
And I did...
I wanted to see him.
Regardless if I was caught or not.
But why?...
Why did I stand so still when I knew that I should have run? When I had the chance to run?
I snap myself back to reality.
What the hell was wrong with me? I wanted to get caught was I crazy?
Had I become an official nut-case??
I stood up and turned around to face those rich eyes of Gold.
Did he infuse me with something that I did not know of?
He felt my resolve. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he wondered what I was thinking about.
F*ck this shit.
I was running away.
Tonight.
I was going to get west and I was going to leave this place on a plane.
Just watch me.
My name is Aria Peirce and I am no one's bloody assistant. I was nobody's sidekick. I was the Queen of Thievery. I'll be damned if I'll ever have to work under anyone's domain, and certainly not his.
"I... I will go to work" I said staring into his eyes. Seemingly searching for something though I did not know what.
I could feel his suspicion.
Well bloody hell this wasn't normal.
I could feel his emotions, sure it was strange but would be sure to use this... well whatever this was to my advantage.
I turned around and left him alone.
I would be whatever he wanted me to be for just this one day, then tonight? West and I leave.
Fine.
You want to play?
Let's play Mr. Medici.
Let's play.
I'd run all the way to the ends of the earth if it meant to stay away from him.
I opened the door to reveal that they were still standing idly as they looked at me expectantly. Waiting for me to proceed.
The pregnant woman Mrs. Hills was looking at me through tear-stained eyes. The two men stood watching me in caution as if I was a ticking bomb, and the woman who I had completely ignored glared at me with so much unconcealed hatred and loathe.
Well shit.
I sighed rubbing my forehead in annoyance, maybe I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum in the middle of the room like a child without checking in with my cards first.
"Well?" The woman, Vesper or at least that is what I presumed was her name since it was latched on her name tag, the woman who I had ignored had spoken. "What did he say?"
It was then I looked at her.
Like really really looked at her.
Shit... I had managed to ignore her?
For she had curled dark hair which had reached all the way to her waist bones, her face was so utterly symmetrical. Nothing was out of place. Her brows were perfectly angular. Her beauty was so symmetrically perfect. It was quite beautiful, sexy, and scary all at the same time ... but eerie.
She stared at me as though if I fell out of line just one more time she would snap my neck without any mercy.
Bloody hell she was intimidating what the hell was I thinking?!
I cleared my throat.
Pull yourself together! You are a world-class thief, not some insecure middle schooler.
I mask my intimidation with indifference.
"Mr. Medici did not change his mind," I said.
I felt like a clown.
Just give me a red nose and add some circus music to the background and that would explain this moment right here.
It was then the strangest thing that had happened. Vesper. Her eyes... they slightly shimmered as she froze, it was as if she was not mentally with us.
I look at her in confusion and I fought the urge to walk over to her and wave my hand over her face bought I thought against it.
I'm pretty sure I disrespected her enough for one day.
Seemingly coming back to reality her eyes snapped locking with my own before she spoke.
"Come with me. Mr Medici had ordered to have you dressed" She said looking at me as if I was a wad of gum that was stuck under her designer heels.
I looked at the two men and Mrs hill probably expecting them to be weirded out like I was but strangely enough?
They weren't.
I shrugged it off and followed after her anyway.
...||
The day had passed quite slowly really. It was agonizing. Mrs hills stayed for a while.
I had asked Mrs. Hills about her rights to maternity leave. She had told me that she denied it, which was honestly quite stupid if you ask me.
Maternity leave is by official law. If an employer had 'denied' her leave then she or in Samuel's case, he would be imprisoned for at least three months.
She had explained to me however that she wanted to stay. Willingly.
How idiotic.
She made sure to stay by my side all day. 'teaching me the ropes' she said was what she was doing.
The poor woman was wasting her time.
Completely oblivious that I was leaving this place tonight. I already had secret apartments and penthouses residing in all places of the world just waiting for my arrival.
Hong Kong, a beautiful place really, or France however I thought against it since the french were still going wild looking for me after stealing the Mona Lisa.
Or my final resort, I could leave and stay in Italy.
But then that would mean that I would find Alexander there. The last thing I needed was to bump into my cheating ex-husband.
Hm... the world was my oyster, maybe I could go to a place I've never been before. Perhaps take a nice vacation, take West and Meredith with me.
Just us three spending money as though it was the air we breathe, happily and completely unaware of the world around us in pure and utter bliss.
I sighed swirling the pen around my finger.
Maybe Dubai or in any other country residing in the middle east. It was a luxurious haven of mine. It was funny really how movies pictured the Middle East. Some stereotypes never change.
The way most movies, films, books and any other thing described the Arabian world as though they were war torn and places where you could get abducted from every corner was outdated and ridiculous. These places were just as civilized as any other place as they were technologically developed.
The 'intimidating' woman had me wear a Versacé business casual tight dress, it was black, fitted, and reached to my thighs as I wore heel boots with it. West's hoodie was in a paper bag in Mr. Medici's office.
Apparently, we had to 'dress the part' to work in here.
I was not allowed to retrieve West's hoodie until the end of work.
It felt as though I was back at elementary school.
Working for this guy was a big deal. Even the interns were forced to dress in model-worthy clothing.
It was ridiculous.
"Miss Peirce focus!" Mrs hills snapped at me for the umpteenth time today.
You see-
I don't think these dimwits get it. I don't want to focus. I don't want to be here and I certainly don't want to be this asshats assistant!
I was expected to make his schedule for him, create meetings for him, talk to his partners for him as well, who might I add lacked manners and simple human decency?-
And what's worse was that they expected me to be polite to them no matter what was said to me.
'I don't care who you are lady but you call that boss of yours and tell him that Mr. Fedrico wants to speak to him. immediately!"
"Sir I'm afraid I-"
"Listen here lady I don't care if your afraid go call him!"
I glared at the phone in my hand and opened my lips to give this ass a piece of my mind only to be pinched by Mrs hills. I glared at her too.
Bloody f*ck.
These people were seriously testing my patience.
Not that I really had any to begin with.
She gave me a look of warning and I wanted to cry out to the skies.
I grit my teeth.
"I will be sure to give him your... message," I said my tone surprisingly polite.
I mean bloody hell-
That call itself was stressful enough but imagine having more of them come? I was surprised Mrs. Hills hadn't lost her marbles yet.
The minutes slowly bled into hours and soon night-time had come. Mrs hills bid me her goodbyes and wished me good luck with the job and handed me the files that I was supposed to put on his table before I had left.
And by him, I meant the petty and narcissistic brat that put me in this position in the first place.
Mr. Samuel Medici.
I'd be lying to you if I said that the fact that he was just behind those large oak doors didn't excite me.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Good luck Miss Peirce" Mrs hills tells me on her way out snapping me out of my daze. I look back at her and give her a small smile.
"Thank you... good luck with your baby" I tell her and she gives me one nod of gratitude before the elevator doors had shut.
I sighed looking back at the large oak doors.
Sparks crackled from within me like tiny firecrackers once I took a step closer to the door. Every step I came closer to the door the louder my heart had beat from within its rib cage. My breathing heavier as I began to sweat.
I did not know why I was so nervous. I did not know why my hand was trembling as they grazed over the silver handles of the door.
I opened the door and stepped inside and there he was...