Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Zeke
The cafè was quiet that Wednesday afternoon, unlike the previous times I'd been there. I nursed my cup of espresso, while keeping my head down buried in my thoughts. I was slowly losing it. Day. Night.
She infiltrated my thoughts, turning my one-pattern life into a chaotic one. Worse still, I couldn't get her words out of my head. Once upon a time, if someone told me that a woman could rouse my feelings the way she had, I'd have dismissed such intangible words. But once upon a time, I hadn't met Mirabella Aurel.
I didn't know how to classify the feelings I had for her. But I knew I could breathe more easily whenever she was around. I'd memorized every single thing about her.
The way her eyes twinkled whenever she was excited. The way her lips curved whenever she was up to something mischievous.
The way her eyes misted whenever she was aroused. Her sensual moans which were enough to send me over the edge. Her smart retorts. Her temper.
Every fucking thing about her. I ran my hands through my hair. I'd been half-expecting her to return. She liked me, and wouldn't just leave me easily. I guess I'd been buried in my world. She never liked me.
I took another sip of my espresso, caught the gaze of a blonde who sat a few chairs away from me. She smiled at me, and winked pushing back a lock away from her forehead. I moved my gaze away from her. If I'd been counting, she'd be the sixteenth person who'd made gestures at me since I stepped foot into the cafè, that afternoon.
My phone rang, slicing through my thoughts. “You wanna grab a drink? Figured you're in our world already.” Qyle's face filled my screen.
The greenery behind him struck me as familiar. “Are you at your usual spot?” I took a sip of my drink.
He nodded. “I just had a meeting with a client here.” He made a face.
“I'm at my favorite cafè, a few blocks away. I'll be there in five.” I was already standing up.
“See you.” He hung up.
I placed some dollar bills close to my cup, and made my way to the entrance. Just then, a figure bumped into me. I muttered a barely incomprehensible word, and continued moving.
“What the hell? Are you blind?” he called out. I halted in my tracks, and turned back.
An arrogant look plastered his face, as he crossed his arms. “Apologize.” He ordered.
I looked him over. He was the one who'd bumped into me, yet he was demanding an apology. He was obviously one of those spoilt heirs.
“No.” I said calmly.
“No? Do you know who I am?” His face darkened.
“I wouldn't like to know.”
He snapped his fingers, and his men poured into the cafè. They surrounded me, and stood waiting for his orders. I was amused by the cockiness of his behavior.
“I'll give you a second chance. Apologize now.” He cocked his brow. I looked behind me, calculating how long it'd take, to deal with his men and get to Qyle in time.
“Still contemplating? No one crosses Jayden Damion, and goes scot-free. Deal with him.” He ordered his men.
“Idiots.” I muttered beneath my breath, and waited for them to draw close.
Their shouts of pain echoed in the cafè, as I made quick work of them. Moments later, they laid on their grounds, their arms broken. Their boss backed away, as I approached him.
“Stay back,” he pointed a finger at me, his voice cracking. His legs shook, and I caught the smell of something unpleasant. When I looked down, there was a wet patch on his trousers.
“This should serve as a warning to you. Don't provoke me next time.” I warned, my demeanor unfazed. I pulled out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, and without breaking eye contact, I wiped my hands with it, and threw it to the floor.
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Qyle was perusing through some documents, when I arrived at Green. It was one of his many restaurants, and one of his favorites.
Designed to look like a greenhouse, it was one of my favorite places to visit, whenever I came to the human world. Four chairs were arranged around a glass table, and there should have been more than a dozen of such settings.
It was spacious, elegant, and well ventilated. Nothing but the best Qyle's restaurant had to offer.
He barely spared me a glance as I took a seat before him.
“You are five minutes late.” He murmured, after a while.
“I was delayed by some fools.” I crossed my leg over the other, and leaned back on the chair.
He finally looked up. He pushed the documents aside. “Oh.”
“I need you to look into someone for me.” I grabbed the bottle of water on the table, and poured myself a glass.
“Who?” He asked nonchalantly.
“Mirabella Aurel.”
His brow arched. “Is she the human girl you told me about?” A smile tugged at his lips.
“When can I get it?” I ignored his question.
When it came to digging up information about anything and anyone, with efficacy, Qyle George was the one for the job.
"Tomorrow. Isn't it your wedding day?” He chuckled.
“Another word from you, and I'll get back at you during our game.” I threatened.
“You wish.” He sneered.
I watched him closely. “What's with the look?”
He sighed, and adjusted his position. “It's Mother. She wants me to attend the upcoming Gala for CEO's. I'm going on a business trip that day.”
I hadn't seen someone who hated public events as much as Qyle did. He hated the ass kissing which came with such events.
“You can decline.” I said casually, even though I know he won't.
Qyle loved his mother, and doted on her as much as he could.
“I'll head back now. I need to sort out some things.” I rose to my feet.
“You'll get your report on your friend tomorrow.” He grinned.
My throat flexed. “She's not my friend.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He shrugged.
Knowing it'd be futile to engage in a banter of words with him, I headed towards the exit.