"I'm perfect," I exclaimed, not looking at him and walking into the freezer session where all the ice cream was.
"That much you are," he hummed.
"Perfect? Yes, I know."
I grabbed the best strawberry shortcake ice cream on the shelf and then took the mint choco for myself, then I grabbed a tub of Magnum dark chocolate with peanut butter ice cream and added it to my cart, also taking a bottle of red berries yogurt for me to have tomorrow morning. He took five Greek yogurts of passion fruit and a tub of the same Magnum I picked. All way too close to me again, towering over me in a way hard to ignore.
"How short are you, Selene?" He asked with a grin.
And I couldn't help glaring at him, "I think the right way is asking how tall I am, not how short I am, that's quite rude."
"You are not tall by any means, love," is he mocking me?
Frowning, I glared at him, "I am above the female average height."
"Oh, yeah?" He grinned. "How short is that?"
What the hell? "I'm 170cm tall."
A mischievous grin curled his lips, "You are shorter than that!"
How can he tell? "No, I'm not. I'm 170cm," I insisted stubbornly, sure, it's a lie, I'm a bit shorter than that, but I'm tall, come on.
"Wanting to be that height, does not meant you are, Selene."
Well, that's rude, and I'm a master of being rude, "I am 170cm!"
"And I'm 3 meters tall," he mocked.
"That would be actually believable," I mocked back.
"I'm big but not that big, Selene," he scoffed.
"Well, that's disappointing," the words left my lips before I could control it and he grinned sardonically.
"Oh, I don't disappoint on that, love, I guarantee you," he purred.
And now I'll think about it. Ugh. Great, just great! "I doubt it," and before he could come up with another smart answer, I turned to him, facing him this time. "It was… interesting meeting you, Eric Wolf, thank you for the Toblerones, and for the flirting," let's call it what it was. "It was a nice distraction, now, I'll go pay these and leave, and if I get free from work, I'll see if you still in my mind, and if you are, I'll ponder contacting you," then I winked at him, grabbed my cart and left to pay.
But of course, he didn't stay there, "I'll call the card number then."
"If you want to speak with my secretaries, then be free to do so," I chuckled. "They'd probably love your voice!" Why am I annoyed by that?
I was expecting him to mock or say something about that, but that did not happen, we just passed our stuff separately and paid for them at the same time, then I grabbed all of mine and headed out, at the same time as he did. Well, I was not expecting him to pass his to one hand and grab all of mine with the other, even less to follow me to my car.
"Seems like we have a similar taste in car, at least in brands," Wolf said as he took a look at my G-wagon. I opened the back door for him, since he was offering to help, and he leaned down to put the grocery in my car, then retracted.
"You got a Mercedes?" Hah, little does he knows I own it.
He pointed to a Coupé close to us, a beautiful one, "I do."
"Great taste in car, indeed," I purred.
"Selene," he held my forearm with his free hand when I was going to get into my car, and I turned to him, looking up, feeling my entire soul ignite with the touch, "call me. I want to meet you in Scotland."
Now he's being direct, "I don't have time for dating, Wolf."
"Right now, I don't either. But we don't need to be serious."
I feel profoundly bothered. "I only do serious, I am no distraction, I'm past the age of fooling around, Eric," I couldn't help the bitter tone that changed my voice as I glared at him, offended. "I am 27 years old, I'll turn 28 in a matter of months, I need something serious when I'm open to have anything. And I may be nasty, broken, and hard to deal with, but I am wife material and I will accept no less than a men on his knees, a ruby ring on my finger, and an unbreakable promise to be serious and start a family with me," I snapped annoyed and pushed him away.
Overwhelmed by my burst, I got into my car, closed the door and locked it, then I quickly turned the engine on and left him behind.
Before I could even realize, I was storming inside my Mayfair place and putting all the grocery I got in the living room, hyperventilating, and freaking my cunt out. Jung-jin came to me, shirtless, worried, as I was taking my shoes off. "Noona?"
"I need therapy," I cried. "I fucked up. Fucked up bad. I'm fucked."
"What… what happened, noona?" He gasped as I threw myself on the couch dramatically, which I rarely do. "Was it the guy in the store?"
"I could just have signed my death sentence," I cried.
"Noona, heavens above, tell me something?" He came to me.
I grabbed his hand and pressed on my chest, "My heart is racing. This is not normal, Jung-jin. It's… I… I'm heavy breathing, and I'm still getting chills, and fuck," I leaned back on the couch, "I freaked out."
He kneeled at my side, "Noona, did he threaten you?"
"Threaten to fuck me with his eyes, that's what he did," I groaned.
Blinking, he frowned, "So, you're crushing him hard?"
"I don't know what I'm feeling, Jung-jin, I never felt this before," I grabbed a pillow and covered my face with it. "My body is boiling hot, I feel feverous. What the hell is happening to me?"
Pushing the pillow away from me, he pressed the back of his palm in my forehead softly, "Yeah, your skin is hot, but this ain't a fever," then he narrowed his eyes at me. "You never fell in love before?"
"I am not falling in love," I yelled horrified. "Absolutely not."
His grin widened, "So, tell me about him. His voice was enchanting through the phone, I bet he's attractive as hell to get you like this."
"I can't, Jung-jin, not this man!"
"We can't control what we feel, unfortunately, not even us!"
I clenched my jaw, "Not him!"
"Why not?" He blinked.
"My gut is telling me he's The Beast, Jung-jin!"
All mischievousness drained from his body and he froze, "What?"
"Uncle Heath gave me the mission," I passed my hand over my hair and sighed, "but he told me that I should be careful because the Beast had his eyes set on this mission too, that he knows I'm my parents' daughter and that he also lost people to this mission. That he could come after me. Then, I talked to Thea, and she told me that the Beast was a psychopath, a monster who climbed all the ranks like nobody did, and the he was initially the head of the hacking division, the best hacker we had, before he moved to the Obsidian division, and that his entire team was insane."
"Thea told me that she met him before and that he was a mountain and the tallest person she ever saw in MI6, and that he exhalated death and danger from every pore of his body. She told me that if there was someone who could possibly crack my impenetrable security and figure it out who I am, that someone was him, and that I would be in real danger if he set his eyes on me. I left the store and went to the market, where I met him," then I told him all that happened between us.
"He asked to meet me in Scotland, to just be unserious, and I… I snapped. I blabbed shite about wanting to be serious, with a ring, attachment, that I'm wife material and I will accept no less, and ugh, I just ran out of there embarrassed. I shouldn't have said that, I am not like that, I'm not the type to overreact, ever, ever, mate. But then he looked at me and I was all stupid and malfunctioning, which is absolutely ridiculous, and he reeks of danger and death and sins and depravation, Jung-jin"
"And now I think that his parents could be the people he lost to the mission, just like I did, and he said he was a teen when it happened. He is almost 10 years older than me, he was a teen when mine died, and the other two agents who got their hands in this mission were a woman and a man, so, they could have been his parents. The Peacock and the Red Swan, the only two agents who go the mission after my parents and died a month after they started, 5 years after mine died."
He held my hands softly, "Noona, you could be overthinking it. I know you enough to tell that you tend to get paranoid. He could just be a hot and rich, CEO of a billionaire Cybersecurity company in Europe, tall as hell, good with martials, who lost his parents as a teen, and who's living in Edinburgh. Maybe he has nothing to do with MI6 at all and you are losing an amazing opportunity to be with an interesting guy, because you are here overthinking that he's the biggest psychopath murdered of MI6 stalking you around London. I doubt the Beast is hot or good at flirting, noona!"
"My gut is tingling, Jung-jin," I groaned. "My intuition never fails."
"Well, I think you are overthinking, both because you're reasonably scared of the Beast killing you now that you finally got the mission and stealing the journals from you, and because Eric messed with your feelings in a way that never happened and you're freaking out because you have no control over what you're feeling. I think you are trying to protect yourself and avoiding commitment or even a good fuck because of fear. And I also think that you wouldn't feel this for a psychopath who'd kill you!"
I don't know about that last part. "I disagree."
"You disagree because you're bloody stubborn. I'm still right. You are self-sabotaging yourself, noona. He could be your husband."
"He will not be my husband," I don't want to imagine that. "I don't want to talk about this or we'll fight, and I don't want to fight you. Let's eat and get back to Edinburgh, I can't stand London right now," he is still here.
"Just… consider calling him, okay? Don't let him go!" He sighed.