Chapter 50 Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty
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Mirah
My head was aching so bad that I could barely keep my eyes open. The noise at Barcon only served to increase it.
“The club section, please?” I heard a gruff familiar voice say. I raised my head abruptly to see Qyle looking down at me, with a bored look. There was no way I couldn't recognize that cheek mole. My gaze moved past him to another person. Against my wish, butterflies danced in my belly. But both of them weren't alone.
“Hello, can you make it quick?” A pretty lady said, her eyes twinkling.
Jealousy burned in my chest, as I wondered what her relationship with Zeke was. He was probably having sex with her. I stifled a low growl, and put on my best smile before I'd be sacked from work, for bad customer service.
“The right-wing, please. Do enjoy your time at Barcon.”
Zeke wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the lady, and they were saying something I couldn't understand.
His gaze wouldn't even meet mine. I tried to keep off how hurt I was, from my face.
‘Get your shit together, Mirah.’ I chided myself inwardly.
I was the one who told him to end things between us. I probably had no right to get angry that he was going clubbing with a too-beautiful woman too soon.
He finally looked at me, but it was so brief that I wondered if it was an intrusion. I watched as they took the path to the right-wing. The urge to follow them was so strong, but I tampered it down.
“Princess?” A sweet velvety voice called out, a hand brushing against mine which was on the counter.
White hair. Brown eyes.
He looked familiar, yet I couldn't recall where I'd seen him before.
“I think you got the wrong person,” I forced a smile, and finally turned my head from the direction where Zeke went.
“My name isn't Princess.” I added.
His smile didn't crack, and it made my head swoon.
How could he be so deliciously handsome?
He leaned on the counter, and I caught a whiff of his natural scent. It reminded me of the beach. Of pines and citrus.
It made me want to hug him, and inhale his scent.
“I know, Princess.” His hand barely grazed my jaw, but I felt it everywhere. Particularly my cunt.
“You know what?” I was distracted, and I forgot to tell him to move away.
“You look jealous,” A dangerous edge laced his tone, that made my heart skip a beat. I didn't know how to place it, but I liked the possessiveness in his voice.
“Hm?” I said absentmindedly. The cold grin on his face graduated into a full-blown cold smile.
“Are you testing my patience, Princess?” He murmured. I blinked.
How in the whole wide world could I answer his question when he looked so sinfully handsome?
His hands.
Lord, I could envision those experienced-looking hands on my breasts. His low growl brought me back to reality.
“I'm sorry, but fraternizing with customers isn't allowed.” I backed away from the counter.
His lips curved, and his eyes gleamed.
“A customer?” I was on edge now.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He placed a hand beneath his jaw, giving him a relaxed look. I envied how he could look so serious, yet relaxed.
“Let's see? Who am I?” I could feel my breath becoming raspy, and I clamped my legs together.
Great, I was getting wet over mere words.
He didn't speak, but I could swear I heard a voice in my head.
“Xavier,” I found myself saying, to my consternation.
The name just came naturally. I felt like I'd seen this man before, yet I couldn't place where and when.
Oddly enough, I wasn't afraid of him, even though every part of him screamed danger.
“They are coming. But I'll be back for you, Princess. Remember, we have lots of time to play.”
Right before my very eyes, he vanished. A hand was waving before me, when I finally came to. Or rather, when I thought I came to.
“You scared the shit out of me, Mirah.” My colleague said.
“What happened?” I asked, my calm voice a sharp contrast to the tornado whirling in my body.
“You just spaced out, while standing.” She replied, looking me over like I was a weird specimen.
“Spaced out?” I repeated loudly.
“Are you fine?” She asked, looking at me in concern. “Your shift is almost over. I can take it up from here.” She nodded at me.
I smiled gratefully. “Thank you so much.” I wasn't going to refuse her offer for anything in the world.
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The cool night breeze kissed my skin, through my sleeveless dress. I hadn't spent much time dolling myself up, like I used to. My heels clacked against the ground, as I waited for my Uber to arrive. Knowing I wasn't in the best mood to drive, I hadn't driven down in my car, tonight.
“Mirah?” Someone called out behind me. My face pulled together in a frown, as I turned around.
Qyle was standing there, with both hands tucked in his pocket. I went over to him, looking around without appearing to do so.
Zeke was nowhere in sight.
‘He was probably fucking that lady.’ I thought inwardly.
Qyle looked serious, which wasn't an unusual thing since he always had an everlasting frown on his face. But he looked more serious tonight, which made me tread carefully.
“Yes?”
“A word with you, please.” He said.
“Umm, I'm sorry. If you want to ask about Nessa, she's fine. I need to get home now, and freshen up.” I knew I was rambling, but I didn't want to spend more time in his presence.
‘Stop talking, Mirah.’ I advised myself.
But I continued talking anyway.
“If you really want to talk to Nessa, I can give you her contact details. That'd be easier, no?”
I caught the twitch of his lips, and reacted with a grimace. I took it as my cue to actually stop talking.
“It's not about Nessa. Follow me.” He began walking to a path behind Barcon. He didn't even turn to see if I was following him.
Confident much.
My breath caught in my throat, as he halted outside a lone building. It was formally a salon, but rumors had it that the owner had gone insane.
Apparently, her son had used all her life savings to host a teenage party outside the country. “What are we doing here?” I asked, my clattering teeth giving away how afraid I was.