When she had calmed down, she pulled away from his arms, realizing what she did.
"I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to-" she apologized when she saw the tear stains on his shirt.
"It's fine" he said.
Adrian's expression softened, concern etched on his face. "You are okay now, right?"
Violet nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Y-yes, sir."
Adrian's gaze lingered on hers, his voice firm but gentle. "Why would you be walking on this path alone? This route is dangerous, especially for girls."
"I just wanted to arrive home quickly. I finished work late."
Adrian's brow furrowed, "Work? I didn't assign you any tasks that would keep you late."
Violet's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Miss Sasha gave me the work."
Adrian's expression darkened. "Sasha? She doesn't work here. Why did you obey her?"
"She gave me some documents to type and when I complained that I only worked for you, she insisted I did it.
That you already gave her the go-ahead.
I didn't want to disobey your order, so I agreed" She explained.
"So, you worked for Sasha, without even confirming from me?" he asked.
"I'm sorry sir" she apologized.
"Next time, you only take orders and works from me. No matter who the person is, get permission from me first.
Is that clear?" he asked.
"Yes sir, so sorry sir" she apologized.
"Get in." he said, when they were by his car.
"Uhn?"
"I can't leave you walk alone on this road, by this time of the night.
I'll drop you off" he said and got in.
Violet also entered.
"Thanks so much, sir" she appreciated.
He didn't reply and just kicked on the ignition.
Different things were racing in Adrian's mind.
Why didn't he push Violet away?
Why did he allow her come in contact with him, instead of pushing her away?
Why does the feeling seem so familiar to the mystery girl of that night?
Violet looked at Adrian, who had been driving without saying a word.
His eyes was solely concentrated on the road.
"Sir, are you angry at me?" she asked in a low voice but he didn't reply either.
She shrank in her seat, blaming herself.
However Adrian mind wasn't with her at all.
He had been traumatized at the little age of five and ever since then, the touch of a girl became a dreadful thing to him.
He became aloof, lonely and cold to everyone around him.
So why is Violet different?
"That's my house ahead of us sir" Violet said, pointing to a portable house painted with white.
He parked the car and she got down.
"Thanks for the ride sir and thanks for today" she said, before alighting.
She had already taken a few steps when she felt someone drag her back.
"Sir?" she said, looking at him with her cute eyes and wondering why he dragged her back.
He pinned her to the wall and Violet held her breath.
His face was so close to her, and her heart was beating rapidly.
His eyes bored into hers, as if searching for answers in her eyes.
"Who are you?" his husky voice asked in a cold manner that Violet shivered.
"Sir?" She asked, confusion and fear mingling, wondering why his mood suddenly changed.
His gaze was so cold that it send shivers down her spine.
He finally released her and she gasped, releasing a deep breath.
He turned back swiftly and walked away, the expression on his face was stoic.
Violet was almost breathless and she inhaled rapidly, trying to gain her breath.
"What was that?" she blinked as he walked away, got into the car and drove off.
Violet creased her brows, confused.
*
ROYALS NIGHT CLUB, 11PM
The exclusive Royals Night Club pulsed with energy.
The city's rich and powerful gathered here, free from prying eyes. The air vibrated with music, colored lights flashing like fireworks.
People danced, lost in the rhythm. Women moved seductively with partners, their bodies entwined. Others sipped drinks, laughing and flirting. The atmosphere was electric.
Adrian walked in, his presence chilling
His chiseled features seemed carved from granite, his eyes piercing through the smoky haze like icy daggers.
His sharp jawline and sculpted lips hinted at a power that commanded respect. As he navigated the crowded room, the air seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation.
Conversations stopped. Heads turned. Women's eyes widened, some breathless excitement and trepidation, flashing sultry smiles, hoping to capture his attention.
The music continued, but its rhythm seemed to synchronize with Adrian's deliberate strides. His aura was a potent mix of wealth, authority, and mystery, drawing all eyes like a magnet.
As he moved through the crowd, whispers began
"OMG!"
"Is that not Adrian Brown, Starlight's CEO."
"I have never seen him here before" a woman whispered
"He's here now, so just shut it" Another lady replied her, trying to get a glimpse of the man that captured everyone's attention.
"Don't look directly at him."
"Who's caught his eye tonight?"
Adrian moved through the crowd, his aura captivating. The music continued, but his presence dominated.
A fat man quickly came to meet him. His the manager of the club.
"Welcome to Royals night Club sir. Please follow me" he said, bowing lightly.
Adrian sized him up, his expression was blank as he looked at the man who still stood there, without moving.
"I thought you said I should follow you"
"Ah- yes sir" the man said and took him to the VIP lounge.
Girls who didn't have entry to the VIP area hissed, focusing on their all ready jealous partners.
Adrian entered the VIP lounge and immediately three girls immediately came to meet him.
Their dress barely covering any of their body parts.
However, his cold gaze sent them back.
"You are scaring them with that cold aura of yours" someone whispered in his ear, before coming to his front.
"Diana"
"I'm glad you remembered me, Adrian" she said, smiling.
"Seems I'm the only one you know around here.
I heard you've never visited this place before" she said and Adrian gazed at her blankly and walked away.
Some girls chuckled, loving the way he snubbed Diana.
Adrian walked to another girl, not caring about Diana.
There was only one reason. why he came here.
To find out if he is cured or not.
"Follow me" he said to the girl and left.
She smiled and bit her lips, ignoring other girls glares.
Her name was Zena, renowned for her stunning beauty and captivating charm. Men frequently fought for her attention, and she reveled in the admiration.
As they entered the lounge, Zena's confidence soared. She had never been rejected by any man.
He entered a private lounge and she followed him in before closing the door. Adrian sat on the bed and closed his eyes briefly, a drink in his hands.
"Strip," he said, his voice firm and authoritative.
Zena's eyes sparkled with excitement. She was sure Adrian wouldn't resist her allure.
She smiled, her fingers trailing down the straps of her dress, sliding it off her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her toned physique.
As she stood before him, her gaze locked onto Adrian's, her eyes flashing with seduction.
"I'm Zena, the queen of this club," she thought, "No man can resist me."
She took her time, savoring the moment. She slipped off her heels, her toes curling into the plush carpet. Her hands drifted up her legs, tracing the curves of her thighs.
Her fingers danced across her skin, unhooking her bra and letting it slide down her arms. The lace fell to the floor, joining the discarded dress.
With a tantalizing slowness, she removed every fabric on her.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, unashamed.
But Adrian's expression remained blank, unaffected. His eyes scanned her body, devoid of emotion.
Zena's smile faltered, her confidence wavering.
He stood up and walked towards her and she smiled widely.
But that smile faded, replaced by shock and embarrassment, when she heard his next word.
"Dress up."
Zena's eyes widened, her voice trembling. "What? What do you mean by dress up?" She couldn't believe her ears. No man had ever rejected her like this.
Adrian's expression remained impassive, his voice firm. "You heard me."
Zena's face reddened, humiliation burning within her. She tried to touch him, seeking an explanation, but he recoiled.
"But—" she stammered, her confidence shattered.
"Get out. Now!" Adrian's tone was icy, making her flinch.
Zena's eyes stung, tears threatening to spill. She hastily gathered her clothes and dressed, her hands shaking.
As she fled the room, Adrian's rejection stung like a slap.
Adrian sank into the bed, exhaling a sigh of relief. Watching Zena didn't stir any desire within him. Instead, he felt disgusted.
But...Violet? She had only hugged him, and he was affected. He didn't resist her gentle touch.
"Why?" he wondered, frustration etched on his face. "Did Violet bewitch me or something?"