78. Very Down to Earth
78. Very Down to Earth
Emara Stone
“Why did you assign me three big-ass projects when everyone else got easy-peasy tiny ones?” I fire at him.
“Because..” Dakota takes a deep breath, slowly opening first two buttons of his chocolate brown shirt, revealing a hint of his collarbones as he says. “I trust you with the important work, while others are still proving themselves.”
Bullshit!
“And don’t worry..” He continues, casually shrugging off his suit jacket and carefully draping it over the chair as he assures me, “I am always here to guide you, if you get stuck anywhere.”
“Guide me?” I laugh dryly at his pathetic TED talk, “You just want to torture me.”
“Torture you?” Dakota scrunchies his brows in deep confusion, “No, Emara. I want to hold you in my arms and love you.”
“Love? My ass!” I scoff loudly, “The only thing you love is making my life miserable, just like you dumped half the goddamn project on me alone.”
Mr. Green Eyed Monster tilts his head and mutters, “I sense high caliber in you, Miss Stone. I know you can do it.”
“The only thing high here is your ego, Mr. Black.” I spat, annoyed by his overly calm attitude.
“Maybe.” Dakota shrugs, his voice suddenly softens as those ardent eyes lock onto mine, “But my ego drops to your feet, the second you come in front of me.”
“Maybe you should drop to my feet too.” I smile, gaslighting him into scraping his knees.
“And continue where we left off in the pantry.” He smirks slowly like a killer whale.
I scoff, shaking my head at his ultra-pro-max teasing skills and ask, “Then why did you run away that day?”
“Meeting.” Mr. I-am-a-flirt smiles saying, “I was late for an important meeting, which reminds me..”
Dakota clears his throat, and walks around the table towards me. His posture straight and confident, not casual anymore as he asks me, “Would you like to be my date for the inauguration party?”
I raise my brow at his audacity, watching him lick his lips, hiding the nervousness as he waits for my answer like a man standing on a landmine.
“I’ll go out with you..” I say, tilting my head with a sweet, poisonous smile, “When you kiss my feet.”
Ryan touched my feet, and I’ll make sure, he kisses them.
“Done.” Dakota replies instantly. Way too fast.
“Huh?” My eyebrows shoot up like what-the-fuck-you-said.
His lips curve up in a slow, dangerous grin.
“Just kiss your feet..” He doesn’t even hesitate as he asks me in a deep sexual tone, “Or would you like me to suck your toes too?”
My jaw drops. Heat slaps to my face, not believing how smoothly he twisted my insult into some kinky fantasy.
“You are disgusting.” My voice dripping with distaste.
“I prefer.. Romantic.” He smirks, leaning back against the table with the effortless smoothness of a hero from a romance movie.
“I am very down to earth, baby.” His voice soft like silk, “No pride, no ego, just me wanting you.”
“Shut up!” I snap in annoyance, “Go ask for date to that tall, blonde, high-ponytail girl you were talking with in the corridor yesterday and laughing with her.”
“Who? Barbara?” Dakota’s expression changes as asks me in utter confusion, “Why would I ask her when I clearly want you.. As my plus one.” He adds later.
“Well, you did take her to your D2R inauguration party.” I stare at him, my eyes narrowed down to slits, “What’s the problem now, huh?”
“I.. Wanted to ask you out.” Dakota pushes off the table and takes a calm, menacing step towards me. Like he already knows I won’t run away from him.
“I.. Wanted YOU.” He says, looking straight into my eyes, “To be with me that evening, standing next to me, supporting me at the most successful party of my career.”
Green eyes gawk into me with raw intensity, too deep, too dark, too honest as he steps closer, revealing slowly, “The only girl I ever imagined beside me that night was.. You.”
Something skips a beat.
I stare at the Black hole of my universe. His dark gaze penetrates deep into my skin like burning UV rays, piercing through the protective walls of my solar system.
“She was just a last minute replacement.” He mutters softly, almost painfully.
“You barely even liked me half of the time.” A hurtful voice comes out of me, displeased with his confession.
“That’s not true.” Dakota frowns, creasing his forehead.
Click
Just then the door opens and there comes the black mamba, gliding in with his malicious villain aura and venomous fangs.
“Amara..” Ryan hisses some name as he comes stand in front of me, glaring at his ex-bestfriend with the gaze of a psycho-possessive ex-boyfriend.
Dakota stares back, uninterested and bored, like a houseplant watching a housefly.
Whiskey brown eyes draws back at me as he says, “You are here, and I have been looking for you everywhere. I want to-”
“No.” I cut him off.
“Huh?” The Prince of FuckLand blinks at me like he doesn’t understand the foreign word NO.
“No.” I repeat again.
“I didn’t even ask anything yet.” He says, shaking his head like the game is unfair and he will go complain to his father about this.
“The answer is still no.” I tell him, straightforward.
“Why?” Brown eyes narrow down on me, demanding an explanation.
“Because someone else already asked me out for the party, and I am going to be his plus one.” I tell him, a bit happily.
“Who?” Both the men, Ryan and Dakota steps forward, asking me in a cold blood-thirsty tone.
I glance between them, both the bestfriends look just a little too eager for violence.
I let a tiny, victorious smile slip through as I reveal, “Daniel.”
Dakota’s jaw tightens, green eyes flashes something dark and murderous, like his massive ego can’t take losing against a pink flamingo.
While pure betrayal mixed with rage explodes over Ryan’s face, like I just slapped him with a dead fish.
Using Daniel as bait turns out to be the most satisfying plot of my life. My ultimate ‘Fuck you’ to both these men in one move.
“See you boys at the party.” My voice dripping with sugar as I walk pass by two burning castles.