It was the air around him that got to her first. She assessed him from his legs, one was crossed against one, both relaxing on the white Bentley car, behind him. Her eyes moved further up his waist, his pants were solidly banded with a leather belt to his taut chest which stood firmly against his slightly buttoned shirt, leaving two buttons undone further giving exposure to his white skin, you could tell he had abs.
With his posture and all, Sophie wondered if she was standing before a model and then she almost gasped when her eyes got to his face.
Her breath literally hitched.
If she thought he might be a model, she was having a rethink.
Could this be…she shook.
This figure looks nothing less than a demi god.
What just happened?
One moment she was getting slapped and tongue lashed by her mother and the next she was standing in front of this…ethereal looking creature.
When she looked into his eyes, they were empty but they seemed to be boring a hole in her body.
She tried to get her mind to function again as he kept staring at her as if she was a lost pet without an owner.
"Uh…where did you come out from?" The question slipped right out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
Sophie watched him squint his eye for a brief second after her question.
He folded his hand slickly over his chest.
Now that was one hell of a perfect pose.
Sophie couldn't help but imagine the amount of money this guy could make in one of her mother's modeling agency.
She couldn't believe she was thinking about this too.
"Even if you were looking to die, little girl. You could've easily done so under someone else's account," his cool tone almost tricked her mind into thinking he was giving her some sort of compliment but she also detected the coldness oozing from his voice which made her to realize that she'd actually almost gotten herself knocked down by this man standing before her.
Did he just call her, little girl? Her mind stuttered.
Based on quick observation, It was quite obvious that he was super wealthy.
Was he looking down on her perhaps because he had money? Or was it because he had a face that looked like that of a prince?
She wasn't going to take that from him, she decided.
Just a while ago she was told that she was bethrothed to a Billionaire's son. She didn't know about looks but this man shouldn't be able to hold a candle next to him based on wealth status, right?
Sophie instantly felt crazy. How could this be what was running through her mind? She was baffled by her own thoughts.
"Still trapped in dying mode, are we?" He asked gruffly and his sharp words stole her away from her crazy thoughts.
She swallowed as she really looked at him, as he just stood there leaning by his car with that effortless posture. His dark eyes which held a hint of a dim blue glint preyed down on her.
His dark curls only hovered and spread across his insanely perfectly structured face, highlighting his domineering presence. Sophie have never seen anyone this collected and yet, so painfully brutal with his words.
"Is that your way of apologising? You obviously almost killed me with your wreckless driving. I wasn't looking to kill myself…but it clearly seem like you were," she blurted in a hushed tone but her words failed to come out as harsh as she'd intended.
Sophie saw his lips make a movement, although it was fleeting. But there was just something evil about that certain movement.
"Apology?" He echoed that word like he was new to the term and was only hearing it for the first time.
His fingers played with the car keys he held in his hand which made a rattled sound.
"Maybe I should have just hit you," Sophie's jaw dropped outrightly, at his words.
At the same time, he flipped the keys again catching it on his palm in succession and then he began receding his steps in a very orderly manner.
Sophie watched numbly as he got back into his car and he started the automobile, driving in reverse, she moved out of his way cautiously. It was a reasonable action on her part. Who knew if this psychopath wasn't bluffing about hitting her and decides to practice it right now.
She was not one to take chances.
But hell, what kind of jerk was this? She wondered, as she stood stupefied watching his car disappear into thin air.
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Later that day in a certain Villa, A white Bentley stormed in, with the degree of force that only one person could have pulled up.
The Villa was like a castle, it consisted of three huge buildings that stood high and tall, a separate building for the headquarters. The garage was another huge space on it's own and the pool area was heavenly.
All the care givers in the mansion were alerted by this vigorous entry. With a common knowledge of who it was.
He didn't normally come around the Family home, only occasionally and that day was an occasional one.
Audrey Harrison was brought home from their family hospice. It was more like the hospice was moved home as they transferred as much needed tools, equipment and appliances needed to sustain him for the time being, to the Harrison's mansion.
His father had initiated a family lunch that noon and since it was the weekend, they had time to spare in honor of the man's request. After all, he was the head of the house.
Nate emerged from his car gingerly and strided in with the servants bowing to greet and welcome him. He was not the only son of their master, Audrey Harrison. However, the way they respected him could be considered, sometimes, higher than the respect given to Audrey, himself.
It came more from a place of fear from the servants part.
Everyone were already assembled at the broad dining room. The dinning room which had a large table at the centerpiece of the room. With the little bit of dull lighting that accentuated the marble flooring and painting of the dining which also served as an ambience.
It accommodated an even number of candlesticks, a couple of silverware lined up at the same distance from the edge of the table, which was also in line with the empty couples of glass plates, the dishes itself which was momentarily covered, it still didn't stop it from wafting from every corner of the room. There were also a couple of different kinds of wine and the table was surrounded by a set of six chairs, which the people present, occupied.