Chapter 4 Sheila P.0.V.

I watched as my sister, mirabelle stood frozen when she saw her ex- boyfriend standing at the door after an interaction with the hottie, she had been making eye contacts with as she chatted with her sisters.

But no,he came to mirabelle as soon as she left.she watched them as the smile she gave the older dude who she stood with fade.

She clenched her first.Mirabelle wobbled on her feet.

she dismissed the older man she was talking to leaning herself on nearby table.lips curling as she stiffled her smile.

I was neither shocked nor happy that her ex was back.but it would suit for now.

She almost had an heart attack when she looked back to stare at the hottie who had been with her sister and didn't find him with his partner who was unusually calm.

She turned to her sister only to find.she almost choked on her saliva as she swallowed.

She lay on his arms like the sleeping princess they were the only living species on this planet,they stared at each other.

I try to steady my breathing as I counted numbers.I was someone who couldn't keep silent or calm in matters like this,I should have gone there and would have told her to her face to stop pretending which I knew she wasn't .

But No,I stayed calm.

Taking my phone,Mariam saw me and smiled, she had gotten a new boyfriend for sure as she still chatted with the curly head my sister had showed her.

I clicked the camera shutters.

Hottie looked around for any of us, couldn't locate us as I ducked or used a body to Shield myself from his view.

Hottie,just take her home.she is yours.My voice low and gravely. Taking my drunk sister,hottie left.

Walking to get a drink,i congratulated myself for i had given her the most soul grabbing birthday surprise. Chuckling darkly,I downed my drink in one gulp,cheers to the latest none virgin in town.

I should join in that,a manly voice said from beside me.Without turning, I knew who had the voice . The comment wasn't a question.

"That should be 6 out of 10,do better.i said voice defied of any emotion.

Grunting in affirmation,her sister's ex boyfriend at 32,medium height,tanned with a slight cocaine coloured teeth with a number of piercings ordered his drink saying." She sure looked shocked at seeing me,it would have been great hadn't it being for that dude who came in like a knight in charming armor.

"Stop praising!. I knew my voice was hoarse and harsh,but to hell with that.

It made me angry seeing how easily he held her like she was made of glass and her ex praising the dude!!, Not in my front.

Apologizing,he continued to order drinks."So what's next?

We wait.

Mirabelle's p.o.v

The next morning after the nightmare and finding myself dressed in a shirt that was so big on me, staring at the guy from last night as I sat on his bed with him watching me.

Mind flashing back to yesterday,my birthday.I was in trouble,how could he be back,I killed him.I was confused,my brain unable to process what I saw.

I touched my neck,if he was not dead then I was free right? Even if he was a son of a bitch .No I wasn't,he was not going to let this slide free.

I wanted to pull out my hair,why?.Eyes coming into focus,the dude still stood there

"How long had he been standing there?

Giving me the glass and ignoring my face as if it was a plague he gave me water and some pain relief,my mouth dry like paper and a splitting headache.

I downed the water, forgetting he was there happy to make the throbbing headache go away.If he was used to affecting girls or women, he should know it would not work on me.

Giving him a questioning glare,he managed to look at me, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

"No need to act coy with you, the answer to your questioning glare is yes ,we made love not that you remember.

One of my eyebrows went up,I knew he was trying hard to conceal his emotions on his face not to roll his eyes,his lips in a thin line.

He raised the other eyebrow in answer to my raised eyebrow.his eyes, a normal almond shaped blue eyes framed with long lashes stared at me.

Breaking the gaze to look for my discarded clothes,I needed to be at work.i couldn't afford being late.

He had turned his back to me.

A puzzled expression crossed my face,"was he now giving me a self conscious respect?.I got up and walked to him examining ways I could hold him if he got funny.

My body didn't feel manhandled,I was relieved and the same time puzzled,he exuded a sense of something to take without him being offered,though not by force .he had lied.

Turning he bumped into me,I hadn't thought I had gotten too close.My legs gave way and I found myself held as I felt his hands wrap around my waist,our faces inches apart,his hot breath grazing like a caress.

I stiffled a laugh,it tickled.In that nick of time,his eyes changed from blue to bloodshot red eyes.

Ahhh.....

My stiffled laugh turned into a gasp,he dropped me,he fucking dropped me.

I got groaned and awwed,did he have the ability to change eyes from what colour to that colour?

I frowned at him.

"Your clothes are in the laundry.his voice hardened as he spoke.

Nodding.i wanted to ask him what was the reason he had to drop me without warning.but I didn't.

Getting up and following him to the laundry,the butler passed us giving us a puzzled look.

Pushing open the door,he pointed her clothes in a drying rack.she wondered if she had at one place soiled her clothes to have it in the laundry.

They looked at each other as they shared a meaningful eye contact.it wasn't fully dried.i made a noise resembling a sigh.

My phone rang disrupting us,that stare seemed to drive a slight tremble to my frame.

I dashed out of the laundry to the room without thinking,what was I going to tell as reason,picking it up with dread to hear the harsh voice of my mate in the office.

Had he followed,or he stood there?

Only to hear what he said as my eyes widened like saucers,heart in my mouth....

I looked at the room entrance, Patrick( Devlin)stood there,his lips moving.