Dracaena Vantoase's POV
I have this weird feeling from the morning. The name Russel Deniro has stirred something inside my heart that I cannot comprehend. His name sounds familiar yet distant. There is a burning rage inside me- a rage of hatred. What is this feeling?
"Queen Dracaena, please focus on the goal. The person in question is here." Drake elbowed me and pointed at the entrance. His eyes sparkled like that of a fan girl.
When I turned my gaze to the approaching man, I was left stumped. My throat went dry, and oh boy! my knees went weak.
"Dracaena Vantoase, president of Vantoase empire. It's a pleasure meeting you." I regained my senses and extended my hand.
"Russel Deniro, president of Deniro empire." He arrogantly introduced himself and shook hands with me.
So, the rumours were not wrong at all. He is an arrogant man.
"What would you like to have, sir?" A waitress came to take our orders, and she ignored me. Instead of eyes, two hearts were popping out. Gross! What's so good about this damn man?
"Ladies first." Russel passed the menu to me with a smug smile, and I successfully ignored him.
"I'd like mushroom and tomato pasta." I don't need to skim the menu, as I am a regular customer.
"Guess you are a frequent visitor. I would like the same as Ms Dracaena." Russel folded his arms and laid back on his chair as if he were this hotel's owner. I should ignore this annoying bug. Oh right! I forgot Drake and Mr Elios chose to sit at another table. They don't want to disturb our meeting.
"Shall we discuss the project we are collaborating on?" I proposed. My heart was screaming to run away from this place, but I don't want to. It was a business deal, and I had to put aside my prejudice. It is not like we have met before, then what is this?
"Sure, Milady." He raised his brows and gave me that charming smile of his. He is no less than a pervert. But one thing is true- he is damn hot and sexy.
Russel Deniro's POV
Eloise and Quincey made such a fuss about this meeting. She may be successful, but after all, she is a woman. I had met thousands of women, and they all tried to hit on me. This Dracaena- how was she going to be different? Looks? No! I have seen fairies.
Well, I entered the Restaurant and was directed to a seat where she was seated, and I have to say, she is one in billions- the exact definition of perfection.
The black business suit compliments her well.
Unlike other women, she did not act coquettish and shy. She left me amazed with her unfazed expression. So, the iron lady title was not just a rumour but the truth about her.
When she asked to start the conversation more like business talk- She earned my admiration. If it were any other woman, she would have initiated a personal conversation instead of talking business. Let's see what other surprises she has for me.
"About the hotel in Venice, my company is responsible for providing the best material for construction, and yours is responsible for the architecture. You can finalise the date and come to the warehouse to personally check the materials, but after that, you have to send me the blueprints." She slipped the document to me and folded her legs like a Queen, which she is not.
"My secretary will contact you regarding this." I skimmed through the contract, and I must say, dealing with her is a win-win situation.
"Business aside, Ms Dracaena, I have heard you were studying fashion design overseas. Why did you turn to business?" Time for a small test.
"Mr Russell Deniro, we are not close enough to discuss personal matters." she outwardly rejected my ADVANCEMENT. This means she is a different person.
"It's ok! We can get close in these few months." The smirk on my face grew more expansive when I saw her frowning.
"We are here for a business meeting, not on a date." The rate at which she was grinding her teeth, she might be left with none.
"Your order is here." Before I could reply to her, the waitress interrupted our conversation.
Dracaena started eating her fill without showing any courtesy to me. This woman was one hell of a kind. The way she is intriguing my mind is not a good sign, but an unknown force is dragging me to her. The feeling of meeting a long-lost part of your body- she gave me this vibe. But I am sure I have never met her, nor does she have the scent of my mate. Then what is this? What kind of feeling is this?
My eyes trailed back to her face, and she resembled that woman- the one who cursed me. There can't be any relation between them. She was a demon, and Dracaena was nothing but a human. It must be my imagination.
"Mr Russell, your gaze is making me uncomfortable." Dracaena's voice pulled me back to reality. Gosh! she must be thinking I am trying to hit her.
"I was looking at the pasta sauce splattered on your nose." Well, I can't tell her what I was thinking
"Oh!" She did not say much and wiped her nose with the napkin.
I need to find out what this attraction is. She is not my mate, but I can't deny this electrifying excitement in my heart. Maybe I should take her in as my Queen. This isn't a bad idea. But for now, one thing is clear- my investigation of her lacks some parts of her life. There is something amiss about her, and I have to find that. Firstly, I had to search for the daughter of that demon King and guardian of the gates. If I am not wrong, that old hoggy was alive, but she had hidden herself well.