Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
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Mirah
He stretched out his hand, which I grabbed hesitantly. “I'm Raymond Caleb. Permit me to say you look more beautiful in person, than the pictures.” The compliment didn't erase my anger, but I smiled politely, anyway.
“Thank you.”
He took his seat, and beckoned to a waiter. Despite his bold actions, I sensed the nervousness in his body language, and my lips twitched.
An hour later, and I was contemplating if I'd really made a good decision.
Did I say he was nervous? I might have made a wrong evaluation of character.
'Cause the man who was eagerly telling me things about himself which were mostly bragging, didn't look nervous.
“And can you believe I have three mansions in Sao Paulo?” He asked, sipping on his glass of Chapman.
I forced a smile, “That sounds wonderful.” I was bored, and I hoped he could see that.
But he went on excitedly. “It is.” I tuned out the rest of his words.
Yeah, this was really a bad choice.
I feigned a wince, and that miraculously got him to stop rambling.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Headache, I think. I need to get going now.” I was already on my feet. I wasn't going to spend a few more minutes listening to this self-centered, wrong choice of a date.
“Oh, I can help with that.” He smiled lewdly, his gaze drifting suggestively down to my partially exposed cleavage.
“Excuse you?” I made a face.
He stood up, and rounded over to my side. He barely patted my shoulder, but my skin crawled from just that contact.
“You should know what I mean.” He winked.
Of course, I did. Except I'd rather stay celibate, than fuck this man.
“If you'd excuse me, I have to be on my way.” I gritted the words out, my face closing up.
“You know what I mean.” His voice hardened, and he gripped my arm.
Realizing what I'd gotten myself into, I anxiously looked around. There were few customers in this part of the restaurant.
I groaned. My first attempt at a blind date, and I ended up with a lewd psycho.
Well played, Fate.
“Can you let me go?” I adopted a more polite approach.
“Have you considered my offer?” He retorted, making me almost roll my eyes.
A sharp retort was on the tip of my tongue, when a masculine, soothing and unfamiliar voice beat me to it.
A firm, yet gentle grip pulled me against a warm muscular body with an intoxicating cologne.
“I believe we can take it up from here. Right, darling?” I slanted my neck, to meet a pair of brown eyes.
The owner was a white haired, young man with an otherworldly beauty and handsomeness that only Zeke could match.
I hadn't met him before. So-
His words butted into my thoughts, as he leaned close to my ears, making a foreign emotion coil in my belly.
“Right, darling?”
“Breathe, Princess,”
That voice. I suddenly felt like closing my eyes, and allowing myself to be lulled by such a charming voice.
I wondered who owned it.
I shivered as the young man behind me caressed the insides of my wrist. Suddenly brought back to reality, I glanced around.
Raymond was looking at us, with a murderous expression.
“Wha's the meaning of this, Mirabella? Are you trying to set me up?” He hissed, anger flashing in his eyes.
I almost laughed. “Set you up? You're the one who tried to take advantage of me.” I breathed harshly.
A hand traced the small of my back, and I shivered, leaning into his touch. I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment.
“Interesting. He tried to take advantage of you, hm?” The guy said in a mesmerizing voice, and I forced myself to swallow.
That fucking intoxicating cologne of his, wouldn't let me think straight.
“You're distracting me, Princess,” I heard the voice again.
Only that I realized where it was coming from.
The voice was in my head.
I tried whirling abruptly to see the person holding me, but he held me firmly. He was still caressing my wrist, and it was all it took not to moan.
Raymond raised his hand to hit me, but it turned out to be a mistake.
“No, no, no. Don't you think you're about to make a great mistake? I'm still trying to think about the kind of torture to offer you. But you don't deserve it.” The guy behind me said.
Chills went down my spine at the iciness in his tone. I clamped my legs together at the way it turned me on.
God, I was a mess.
Raymond's laugh snapped me out of my momentary trance.
“You? You want to torture me? I look older than-”
But that was the last thing he said, before his eyes dilated. His mouth parted to speak, but no words came out. All he could utter were choked sounds, and he flailed his hands wildly.
“W-what did you do to him?” I finally moved away from the warm body behind me. But when I faced him, air flew out of my lungs.
I couldn't describe the good looking man in front of me, in a way that'd do justice to how he actually looked. I ran out of words, my jaw unhinging.
He smiled; an action that turned my insides, and made my legs soft like jelly.
‘Sweet Lord, this man was hot.’
“Nothing important, Princess. Let's get out of here.” He grabbed my arm, and I almost flinched at the contact. He must have felt it too, I was sure. But his handsome face gave nothing away.
I glanced back at Raymond who'd obviously lost his sense of focus.
“What about him?” I managed to ask, despite the tingling sensation coursing through my entire body.
“Still worried about another man?” There was a dangerous edge to his tone that made me shudder. I found myself shaking my head in negative.
“No,” I whispered.
“Good. He'd be fine. He's just going through some little torture.” The guy shrugged.
We were out in the open, now. I faced him with a polite smile.
“Thank you so much, whoever you are.” I couldn't place it, but I knew this person wasn't human. The way he dealt with Raymond earlier, confirmed it.
He reminded me of Zeke, but in a more dangerous way. Zeke preferred to use orthodox way while fighting, without tapping into his powers at all.
“What are you thinking about, Princess?” I heard that voice in my head again, and this time, I actually moaned softly.
It dawned on me who owned the voice. It was this man. He was the one in my head.