Chapter 3
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||
I stared at the tattooed man, a few feet away from my standing spot.
Azrael De Luca!
It was a new name in the business world but succeeded in leaving a deep impression on everyone. One thing, everyone knew about him was that he was gossily rich.
The man named Azrael sat across, crossing his legs together. His one hand gripping the red wine had multiple tattoos, crafted from his fingers and disappeared under the long sleeve of his Armani suit. My eyes switched to his next hand, spotting different remarks of tattoos, wondering how long they had on his body. It was very unusual for a businessman. My dad used to lecture me that only goons had such dangerous tattoos. But I bet, he wasn't that sort of guy. Security was tight in this city and such a mafia business was a fairytale to us.
I bit my lips tightly to observe his features. His grey hairs had mysterious gleams like no other else in this room. Even his dark black hairs were perfectly settled, glistening through the semi-darkness. He was insanely handsome. I bet that if he wasn't into business, he would have made it into a big model. The man next to him was trying to make a formal conversation but he appeared nonchalant, sipping from his own wine absentmindedly.
My eyes followed his throat movement, so sensual and magical that I had to force myself to look away from him. To my surprise, our eyes connected accidentally and nearly, and I tripped on my pace under his dark hypnotizing eyes.
What was fucking wrong with me? He was just a guy!
Despite my shaky nerves, I refocused on him again, finding his eyes on me. My breath faded from the intimidation, he passed from his grey eyes. I could certainly tell that his eyes were like a falcon gaze, pinning me with a desire to be hunted by him. The awkwardness continued and I wrung my arms together to avoid his obvious eyes on me.
" Excuse me!", I gestured at one of the staff, trotting over to fetch another drink as an excuse to divert his attention from me. But no matter where I went, my subconscious mind told me that a pair of eyes was following me everywhere.
Gulping one hard sip, I sneaked a side glance from the man on the couch. I froze, watching him again as the way, he didn't tear his eyes from me. I licked my lips dry and went on the other side. Something scared me about his eyes.
Picking the hem of my dress, I rushed to disappear into a dark corner to avoid his dark, haunted eyes.
Gosh! Why was he freaking me out?
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|| Azrael De Luca's POV ||
' Kiera Stevens '
I remembered the name barely. Last time, it was one of my men who showed me her picture for one of our brand's photoshoots. Later, she turned down the offer, claiming that our company didn't have a solid background. She was too suspicious of our identity.
Fuck! A woman with a sharp mouth!
That's when I also learned that she was a witty woman. But today, she managed to capture my sole attention, especially the way, she tried to hide her irritation towards this party. Same like me who didn't like gathering like this.
I watched her, amazed at how she tried to hide her existence from me.
Poor girl! She didn't know that a devil like me never misses its prey.
I even forgot when it was the last time, I was interested in women. Well, it wasn't like I fell in love. All, we had the permission to fuck around as much as we wished but the wife position should belong to someone from the mafia world. We always followed our bro code.
She hid in a corner, doing her best to hide from me. I smirked at her little sneaky game and reached for the next glass, gulping them in one single shot.
Let's play the game!
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a bald man, approaching her slowly. She gave him her radiant smile, taking my breath away for the second time at this party.
What a breathtaking beauty she was!
Her flawless skin and curves on her body glowed like stars in the sky. I wondered how they would feel under my fingertips. I observed her twisted face when the bald man offered his hands, probably asking for a dance.
No..Not happening! She was my prey for tonight!
" So, do you agree, Luca?", Mr.Theodore asked in a careful voice that I had no idea. He had been blabbering about his upcoming election for a long while but all I could see was her. A sting of discomfort shot through my heart when the bald tried to catch her wrist, faking a wide, polite smile on his face. But as a man, I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted to fuck her before me.
I stood up instantly, shocking everyone around with my impulsive steps. Unbuttoning the two buttons of my suit, I mumbled to Mr.Theodore before taking a long stride toward her,
" My assistant will inform you on time, Mr.Theodore."
My step was picked on her way, noticing how badly she wanted to dismiss the bald. Oh damn! He wasn't aiming my prey, was he?
I growled disapprovingly at the thought and made my appearance noticeable,
" I hope, I am not bothering you."
My voice jumped them off together as they both turned their attention to me. Kiera stiffened, giving me a long thoughtful stare. The bald looked up at me, surprised and overwhelmed probably. His lips stretched into a big, flirtatious smile,
" Oh, Mr.Luca. Not at all, I was waiting in your office the other day. Then, your assistant told me that you were busy somewhere else. It's my honor that you have come to look for me personally. "
I smirked at his voice, taking a slow sip from my wine. He was baffling too much for God's sake. Bringing the wine between my lips, I murmured, laying my eyes on my little prey who wanted to run away again,
" I wasn't talking about you. I meant..this pretty lady.."
The bald looked shocked, speechless for a good few seconds but soon, he covered it with a nervous smile. His eyes met me and immediately understood that he wasn't welcome here anymore. He excused himself wisely, disappearing after a few words,
" Oh..I get it.. Please enjoy.."
" Drink?", I offered her casually, my eyes finding the amusement in her gaze. She appeared nervous but didn't try to sugarcoat me like any other woman. She shook her head refusing. I shrugged, taking my final gap, and asked pointing at the floor,
" I believe that you haven't come with a male companion. Can this pretty lady dance with me?"
I was aware that I was awful when it came to pursuing women. Despite my attempts, I couldn't demise the iciness from my tone. It was something like I was born with this cold charisma.
She looked back and forth before bowing at me slightly to get rid of me immediately,
" I am sorry but I have to leave before 10. "
She made a repulsive move to walk away from me. My jaw tickled in anger, knowing that she was the first woman who rejected my offer. Before she could take any second step, I blurted in fury,
" I am sure that Stevens Enterprise wouldn't mind me as a new investor for their recent project."
She looked back at me, brows tightening together. Licking the wetness from my lips, I continued with a smirk,
" So dance with me, Miss Stevens. Your father won't mind."
" Is that a blackmail?", she blurted through her gritted teeth.
I chuckled, grinning at her angry face,
" Nope, a punishment for disobeying, Azrael De Luca!"