A long leg clad in black trousers and a gleaming black shoe stopped the elevator from closing fully. A muscular toned man stepped in, clad in a white dress shirt that was tucked neatly in his trousers and matched with a black coat. His eyes met mine and I fought the urge to swallow nothing. His handsomeness was beyond this earth, no… he was beautiful. Beautiful was the perfect word to describe this enigma right in my presence.
He moved to the other end of the elevator, his green eyes scrutinizing me. His hair seemed disheveled as if he had run his hand through it multiple times which made me wonder how it would feel if I ran my hands through them.
I shook my head and looked away but I found myself stealing glances at him, multiple glances that became too obvious. We could both feel it, the tension. This strange man suddenly seemed to have piqued my interest and I guess I had also peaked his. He was so handsome and beautiful at the same time. His height was life threatening, he was 6’3 feet tall while I was 5’5. His bright green eyes looked me up and down and there seemed to be a hint of approval in his eyes. I strangely felt giddy about that. He seemed to have noticed because he began taking slow steps toward me. I moved back, thrilled with both excitement and nervousness. I always had the fantasy of a sudden romance, meeting a bomb of a man and instantly getting attracted, and here I was getting a dream come through even though we might never see again and my mind yelled at me on how wrong it was. The strange handsome man got incredibly close to me that I could subtly sniff out the mint on his breath.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked, his deep voice sending butterflies dancing in my belly.
“Adrianna,” I answered, my voice a whisper.
“Adrianna,” he said testing my name on his tongue. It sounded so heavenly coming out of his mouth as he looked at me staring into my eyes and my legs felt like jelly as I tried to keep myself standing even though all I wanted was to fall into his arms.
The chemistry between us was freaking me out and also exciting at the same time.
“And what is your name?” I asked with a soft smile.
“Well, that’s classified,” he said raking his hands through his hair. His hand stretches out and traps me against the wall. I flinch a bit then struggled to stay on my two feet.
Just great. Nice legs, but they can’t even do their jobs well.
“You are so beautiful, I would love to m-” the loud ding of the elevator interrupts his statement. I gasp, jumping away from him. A crowd of people waiting to enter gape at us, probably the next visiting batch. The strange handsome man quickly exits the elevator, leaving me behind, and mixes with the crowd before I can stop him. Before I could say, Jack, he was already gone like he was never here.
What was he trying to tell me? That I didn’t know.
“Perfect timing,” I muttered sarcastically to the lift, clutching my handbag as I exited the hospital.
Getting into my car, thoughts of the handsome man lingered in my mind. I shook my head for the umpteenth time, knocking my index finger against my temple.
"Be reasonable, Adrianna," I muttered with a sigh.
I zoom off to work, to continue another boring day of my life.
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“Mum you won’t believe what happened when I left your ward this morning,” I said overly excited as I spoke with my mum on phone, just after taking a cool evening shower and getting into bed. I could say that was one of the best things in my day. Getting off work and relaxing in bed after a pleasant dinner.
“Tell me anything, Anna. As long as it’s from you, I definitely would believe,” mum said chuckling.
“Trust me you wouldn’t believe it,” I giggled, looking up at the ceiling.
“Shoot Anna, the tension is too much,” my mum groaned loudly into the phone.
“Okay, when I entered the elevator-
“You fainted and the nurses has to rush you to the hospital then you met the most handsome doctor in history and tada! He was the one to treat you and you felt this intense connection between you two and he got on his knees and asked you to marry him and you said yes!” My mum ranted out, shocking me greatly.
“What? No mum, ewww. That's gross and a complete dream,” I guffawed then sighed, "but you can call what actually happened a complete dream too," I said with a forlorn look.
“Oh, that didn't happen?" Her tone was one of disappointment, "sorry my bad, so tell me then what happened?”
“Well, I met this man…"
"A man!" Mum exclaimed, excited and I forced myself to roll my eyes.
"Yes, a man, in the elevator. He was extremely handsome," I said dreamily while mum listened with glee, "and there was this connection between us. He has the most exquisite green eyes I've ever seen and he has the perfect build. He's the perfect man," I sighed.
"Then?" Mum quizzed.
"He asked for my name and was also about to tell me something but the elevator door opening interrupted him and soon he was gone with the crowd,” I said sadly.
“What?" Mum asked with displeasure, "fantastic love story gone in a puff. What did he have to say?”
“He said ‘you are so beautiful I would love to m-’ and the lift opened,” I grumbled.
“Mum?” I questioned as she hadn’t said anything for some time, her background was quiet as she didn’t make a sound.
“Mum!”
“Yes Anna, I’m sorry but I have good news but it might be bad news for you”
“What is it, mum?”
“I think what he wanted to say was he wants to marry you”.
“I think what he wanted to say was that he wants to marry you...” It felt like a loud ringing echoed in my head as my mother's words kept repeating themselves over and over. No, it can’t be true, it wasn’t possible. No man would want to marry a lady they met in an elevator for the first time. It just wasn’t possible.“Mum, that can’t be possible,” I said in disbelief, not wanting to think about it.“Nothing is impossible dear,” my mum said in a stern voice. Then laughed loudly, "that was a joke, Anna. Did you really fall for it? That's such a random conclusion!"She laughed even more. I frowned. Did I actually take her seriously?"I thought you were serious. I felt so scared," I muttered, not finding it funny.Her laughter receded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up that sour topic.""It's okay, mum but… but mum, I don’t want to get married yet, especially to someone that I met in an elevator. I do not know anything about him in fact, I can’t accept it” I said panicking.“Is that
“You are getting married…"Those words echoed in my head like a broken record, ringing in my ears as I stared at my father in shock. It felt like I was in a dream, a dream I wished to be woken up from. I was beyond shocked at my father’s words and even worse, he said it with so much ease like it wasn’t a big deal.“What do you mean I’m getting married?” I queried, fighting off annoyance.“Well, a very wealthy billionaire came for your hand in marriage and I couldn’t refuse,” he answered, focused on the files he was working on.“I mean, the offer was a hearty one," he looked up long enough to shoot me an irritating grin, "so technically, you are betrothed to him. Your opinions are not needed as you would be going on a dinner date with him tomorrow. Get to know him before the wedding preparation begins,” he said with a wide smile.“But dad I do not want to get married to anyone yet!” I cried out, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.“I said your opinions are not needed, you are gett
The last thing on my mind was to marry someone I don't love. To marry someone I was not meant to be committed to. Lucas Shaul. That name sucks! It irritates me at its peak. Not to mention he is someone like my father. All my life, I had always dreamt to marry someone I love. Someone who won't act like a stranger to me but now, today, I would be meeting him. I knew my father was offered something in exchange for me to marry Lucas. I don't even know him. I have never seen him before. I don't even know what he looks like. Only the rumors heard about him. He is cold and ruthless and I am sure he'd be mean to me. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes were swollen. For the rest of the night, I cried my eyes out and screamed but that man I called my father wouldn't even hear me. And he is even using my mother as a threat to me. She would kill my mom if I don't accept marrying that so-called Lucas. Not for once had he ever cared for my mother and me. He only cared about his money
ELEVATOR CHAPTER SIX: MEET THE SHAULSI wonder how evil somebody had to be that there was such a desperate need to keep their identity a secret from the public, how many people's toes have they stepped on, how many people are planning to kill them for them to need such secret service and MI6 treatment, one only sees situations like this in the movies, or at least so I thought.I went from not wanting to be in the presence of these people arriving my father's house to bid for my head like a slave auction in 1864 in the name of marriage— to being eager to see what this person looks like, I don't know if I want to justify my hatred for them by looking at their face or getting the satisfaction of staring him dead in the eyes and saying no to marrying him or I just wanted to spit at his face, I hadn't made up my mind when I almost slipped and fell. This has to be the most uncomfortable pair of shoes to be ever made, I was just a taking on the stair away from snapping my ankle to the back
An elderly lady in a blue lavender gown and white gloves walks towards me and pulls me away from the maids cleaning the messed up table, she pats Lucas Shaul on the back of his suit and whispers something into his ears on her way to me.I try not to look at her, obviously still embarrassed, only the smirk that formed on my face from my happiness about pissing of my dad kept my face from being all flushed and red.The lady shoots a friendly smile my way and I had to get rid of the sinister smirk and replace it with a chivalrous one in order to compliment her smile."Are you okay my dear?" She asks, that is when it all made as as in my head that a stranger would be so caring about what happens to me in this gathering where I am to be sold at Auction price to the highest bidder and my own father is the auction master, her chivalry all starts to make sense as it becomes clear that she must be Lucas Shaul's mother, Mrs. Shaul of the Shaul Business Empire. "I'll be fine," I try to say with
"Why do you always have to spit on my face every damn time Adrianne?" my father asks after we stare at each other blankly for about five minutes but seemed like an eternity.I have so much I want to say to the old man but I need to garner enough strength to say it without bursting into tears, I am barely holding them under my eyelids at this point.At times like this I need my mother the most. She always had a way to deal with him in these kind of situations, sometimes I wonder if he purposely put her away in the hospital and then conveniently planned the marriage at a time when she was not around."I give you everything you need, I give you even what you don't need, I work my butt off to make sure that you do not lack anything under the sun, yet you and your vegetable of a mother always find new ways under the sun to ridicule and shame me, and what's worse in front of very important company," the veins on his forehead and neck threatening to pop out of his skin and spew blood on me a
I get beside my monster of a dad, I wished I could be anywhere ht. Ear him at the moment. I would leave but I can't go out there while looking like this. I glare at him with hatred burning in my pupils then I focus on the mirror, I turn on the faucet and cup the rushing water in my palms and splash it on my face as if I am trying to wake myself up from a terrible nightmare, this was even worse a terrible nightmare it is but I can't even wake up from it by splashing water on my face.The water is cold, it makes me shiver and the goosebumps on my forearms become very visible, I begin to shiver as I speak."Listen carefully Dad," trying to tilt the power dynamics back in my corner. If I have learned anything from watching Hollywood exorcism movies it is that you can't really win against the devil, you either always have to make a deal with him or you lose."fix your face Adrianne," he cuts me off absentmindedly, mispronouncing my name for the umpteenth time but I am very used to it and
The old devil leaves and I get back to trying to get the wine and bloodstain off my dress, but all to no avail, this is exactly why I don't ever wear cashmere. On the brink of panicking, could this night get any worse I ask myself, then I realize I came up with my little clutch bag, and inside it is my cellphone.I reach for the little clutch bag like a horny overseas marine officer reaches for his wife's bra after three years of overseas service in Alaska or some other distant land.Before then it took me about thirty seconds or more to figure out where I kept the bag, after all a lot had happened since I came into this bathroom, I've cried twice and thrown more tantrums than a toddler, ruined my make up and applied it again, I've made a deal with the deal amongst other things.My eyes finally settle on the little clutch bag lying innocently on the floor, untouched, as if the Wolf did not almost burn in this bathroom. I bend down with great difficulty, my whole body feels stiff, th