Marcus's pov
I am about to leave the restaurant when I catch sight of one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She is wearing a dress that fits her like it was made for her.
She looks to be in her early twenties and way too young for me. But I can't stop staring at her and imagining all the things I can do to her.
I feel something in my chest as I watch the guy pulling a chair for her. I don't know if it's jealousy or anger I feel. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't even know the girl for God's sake, I can't be having these feelings, especially not for someone I don't know.
I keep staring at them and wishing it was me sitting opposite her. My stare is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. Who the hell is calling me? Of course, it's James, the bastard has bad timing.
"What the hell do you want?" I answer through my teeth.
"Calm down man. Why are you suddenly mad? I am just calling to find out if you are still meeting me and the guys at Kennedy's for drinks and girls. I am sure you will want to have some ass." James answers with amusement in his voice.
"I won't manage to come, I have something urgent I need to do." Looking at my princess I think to myself.
"Does it have anything to do with a woman?" This guy doesn't know when to stop and sometimes makes me wonder why I am still friends with the idiot.
"It's none of your business James and please don't call again tonight, unless it's to let me know that you are dead," I answer, cutting the line before he thinks of something smart to say. I love my best friend but sometimes he gets on my nerves.
I continue watching my girl after placing another order of wine. There is just something about her that makes me want to protect her, from everything and everyone. To lock her up and just look at her for the rest of my life. Some people might think that I am a lunatic, but I am willing to be called any name for that gorgeous angel.
When I woke up this morning, I had no idea that I would meet someone with this cock-hardening beauty. I don't think I have ever been this hard by just looking at a woman.
As I sit at my table drinking my wine, I notice my beautiful Stranger looking uncomfortable as her date talks. The idiot doesn't even notice that she is not paying attention to what he is saying. I feel like matching over there and taking her with me.
As I am contemplating what to do I notice her standing up. I follow her the moment she passes my table. I don't know what I am doing right now, this is not like me.
Like a creep, I wait for her on the corner just outside the restroom. If anyone was to see me right now they might think I am a crazy stalker.
"Trying to run away from your date babydoll?" I say the moment I see her coming out. She turns around startled and stares at me for a while, before asking who I am.
"I am someone who has been paying attention to you tonight babydoll."
I can see the way she reacts to the endearment, I am sure she likes it.
"Really?" she asks a little out of breath.
My girl is affected when I haven't even done anything to her yet.
"Yes, and I am sure you were not even doing anything in there, but planning your escape instead," I say, taking a few steps toward her.
Her eyes go wide immediately after I say that, confirming my suspicions that my girl is indeed uncomfortable with her date. But why? That's the question in my head as I continue looking at her beautiful face and she keeps avoiding my eyes. I want her to look into my eyes and see how much I want her.
She seems to gather some courage and tries to walk away. But I catch and pull her to me, our lips almost touching. I can smell her vanilla-scented perfume and all I am thinking about is her body on mine with no clothes between us.
As if to punish me, my little princess licks her lips, and my wicked brain starts to imagine places where those lips can do a better job. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard.
"There is so much those lips can do."
I say tracing my thumb on her lips, they are soft. I am sure they will feel good on my lips and maybe somewhere else. I want to taste her lips so badly but I won't, I want the first time I taste her lips to be special.
I come back to reality when she tells me that she wants to leave. If it were up to me I would stay like this forever just watching her. But since it's not up to me I let her go and take a step back.
"Yes, sure, give me your phone number before you leave," I say, giving her my phone. There is no way I am going without getting her line. She seems to think about it for a while and then types the digits.
"Good girl. Pick up when I call you babydoll." I say when she gives me back my phone.
" Ok....Okay". she answers, stuttering a bit. If I stay here another moment I might change my mind and do something to this beautiful young woman before me. Without saying another word, I leave her standing there, I am sure she is asking herself what just happened.
I walk away, unable to resist stealing a glance back at her. She is still standing there, her gaze now fixated on me. There is a mix of confusion, curiosity, and maybe even a hint of desire in her eyes. I can't help but smile. The game has just begun.
A few moments later she walks in a little nervous, I am hoping it's because of me. She only sits for a few minutes and then she stands up again with her phone in hand.
She comes back after some time and says something to her date picking up her purse. I think she's leaving. I can't shake off the mixed emotions swirling inside me. On one hand, I am relieved that she is escaping from that guy's presence, sensing the unease she felt when he touched her. But on the other hand, a tinge of sadness washes over me, reminding me of the solitude awaiting me at home.
My anger intensifies as I watch him casually place a kiss on her cheek, oblivious to the discomfort evident in her reaction. Every fiber of my being screams for me to go to him and beat the hell out of him. But deep down, I know that it won't solve anything, and it's not the person I want to be in front of my babydoll.
As she passes my table, our eyes meet, and I can't help but wink, silently conveying my intentions. But I have to resist the urge to pursue her, to find out if she is okay. It's not my place yet, but I will make sure It becomes mine soon.
I take a deep breath and decide to leave as well. As I walk towards my car, I battle with conflicting thoughts, unsure of how to process the mixture of emotions that now consumes me. But one thing is clear: I need to make that gorgeous angel mine and I will do everything I can to have her in my life. She is the first woman to arouse these feelings in me after such a long time.
"Are we going home, straight Sir?" my driver asks the moment I get in the car.
"Yes Eric, I have a busy day tomorrow."
Eric starts the car without any more questions and that's what I love about him. He has been working for me for ten years now and he is practically family. I spend more time with him than with my family, not because he is my driver but because he understands me better than they do.
"Oh, Eric I am attending the family dinner tomorrow evening," I say before I forget.
Eric looks at me like I have two heads. Who can blame him, I haven't attended a family dinner in five years, but still, my father keeps on sending me dinner reminders every month.
"Are you sure you want to do that Marcus?" He only calls me by my name when he wants to make a point, or when he thinks I am making a reckless decision.
"Yes, I am sure, Eric, it's time I faced my past."
"If you say so." He answers but I can still see the concern on his face.
I know my stepbrother and my ex will be there, but I don't care anymore. I just want to look at them and show them that I am still breathing Despite what they did to me.
My stepbrother and I used to love one another or so I thought. I treated him like my real brother, any time I had something I shared it with him until I found out that, I wasn't just sharing my things with him but I was sharing my fiance with him too. That was the moment I realized that he never loved me. I still remember the words on the note, Thelma left telling me that she was no longer In love with me but loved Kevin instead.
Those two did a number on me, but I am ready to put them in the past. I don't know why but seeing my babydoll tonight made me realize that there is more to life.
I don't even know my babydoll's real name. I was too preoccupied with her beauty to remember asking her name. All I know is that I am so screwed and that my night is going to be full of wet dreams with my babydoll as the main character.
As Eric drives me home, I can't help but replay the image of my babydoll in my mind. The way her brown eyes sparkled when I told her that there were many things her lips could do and that infectious energy she radiated is still with me right now. I can't believe I let myself get so infatuated with a stranger, but there's something about her that I can't shake off.
As we reach my luxurious mansion, I step out of the car and bid Eric goodnight. He looks at me with a hint of concern, but he knows better than to question my decisions. I make my way inside, the house filled with an eerie quietness that reminds me of the loneliness I have tried to ignore.
With a sigh, I head to my bedroom, deciding to take a shower before bed. Stepping into the steamy water, I let it wash away the stresses of the day. As the droplets cascade down my body, I can't help but imagine my babydoll standing under the warm water with me, her soft skin glistening with moisture.
Shaking my head to clear the provocative thoughts, I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk towards the large window, the moonlight casting its gentle glow on my face. Lost in my thoughts, I think about everything that has led me to this moment.
I had built my successful business empire, surrounded by material wealth and power, but at what cost? My relationships had crumbled, leaving me broken and disillusioned. My heart had hardened, and I had become consumed by revenge.
But now, with the unexpected encounter with my babydoll, I feel a glimmer of hope. It's as if she has reminded me of the simple joys in life, of love and vulnerability. And for the first time in years, I want to let go of the pain and start afresh and I will.
I want to pursue my babydoll, to discover who she is and what makes her tick. I want to show her a world full of love and passion, a world that she deserves. I may not know her name yet, but I am determined to make her mine.
As I lay in bed, thoughts of my babydoll consume my mind. I can't wait to see her again, to hold her in my arms and kiss her passionately. Tonight, as I drift off to sleep, I am filled with a renewed sense of purpose. I am ready to leave the past behind and embrace the future with my babydoll by my side. And no matter what it takes, I am determined to make her mine.