“The world indeed is a small place. I’m glad I attended this party.”“W-what are you doing here?”“Be glad it was me attending this event and not Azrael.”“Why are you so surprised? Afraid I might call your dear fiancée here?” The shock now turned into ice-cold hatred as she seethed with all the despise she felt for that man.“Your friend has already ruined my life, what makes you think your threats will terrorise me?” Her voice came out strong, a vile combination of hidden fear and courage. Though the tremble of her fingers hindered her, she kept her head high.Leon scoffed at her words as he stepped towards her, his hands in his pockets as she tried not to back away. She could see the tracing of a gun in his holster, and the handle of the knife sticking between his belt and pocket. She knew somehow it would be difficult to escape this situation, but how could she when he was standing between her and the door?“You don’t know what hell feels like, Grace. You’ve never been to one. Azr
“What’s your name, Bella?” Grace gulped, looking around with feared eyes as she watched people around them not paying attention to their way. Her sweaty hands clenched into fists as she nervously glanced at the man in front of her. He didn’t look much older. His platinum shoulder-length blonde hair stood distinct, as he had tucked them into a ponytail, she was mesmerised by the way he stood tall and confident wearing a white fitted tailcoat and matching slacks with a beige shirt underneath.If it wasn’t for the creepy smile he threw her way, she would’ve loved to admire his beauty.“G-Grace,” she mumbled quietly, her eyes moving around to recognise a familiar face so that she could escape this vile man.The man chuckled, stepping forward only for her to step back in panic.“Your surname?” He asked, leaning to her face. The music around them blew in speakers as people cheered and danced the night away.Grace contemplated, Maverick had already warned her about people present here. They
Grace flinched as his cold fingers ran down her neck, a pissed expression on his handsome features. His jaw clenched tight and eyes flared with something unknown that she didn’t want to mistake as anger.“Who did this?” Bloodlust ran in his veins, darkness taking over his human side. She didn’t answer him instead eyes widened with raw panic before she immediately placed her hand on her neck, hiding the raging bluish-purple marks on her neck. She should be careful.Anger was just a word, Maverick was seething with rage. Did Arden happen to be that man who left his marks on her? On some other man tried to touch her? Many thoughts rang in his irrational head and every one of them made him more furious.Grace averted her gaze, not looking at him and Maverick knew she was hiding something. Grabbing her back the wrist, he dragged her to the lot where his car was parked. Grace knew she was done. She tripped behind him as he pulled her with him, making her match his long strides. Grace gasped
“I was promised to Azrael, without knowing my father had arranged my marriage with the brother of my sister’s fiancée.” She didn’t knew how long she sat there, on his lap as he cradled her closer to his chest. His warmth soothing her anxious nerves making her forget for a moment what happened a while ago. The only thing that mattered was the solace he was providing her. A quiet rapping of their breathing clasping around them as dim lights in the room filled space with little illumining illusion. A hum of awareness fluttered through her as she felt Maverick’s hands rubbing her back. And strangely, there was nothing sexual about his touch, if anything, it was consoling. Maverick looked down at woman on his lap, her eyes solely on his chest, curling on his lap. There was condolence in the purity of her own innocence. Maverick waited for to say something, and after a deep terrifying silence, she said. “I would have married him, thinking it as an arranged marriage between two familiars
One heart. One life. And he was ready to sacrifice both for her only to see her smile. Strange how she was becoming his love, his affections, his senseless talks, his emotions. She was immersed in him, and there was nothing in him that belonged to him anymore. Maverick was a goner. Sucker for her. Every victory and defeat ended with her. He could see her in every phrase of the word in the documents he read for hours, in every ray of sun. He scoffed. How poetic for a man who did not believe in all this bullshit. Maverick took another puff of his cigar as he looked at the sky. The moonlight was not so captive before as it was tonight. And then he looked over his shoulder at her sleeping frame. It was as though the moon himself was stealing glances from her. And then little scene from a movie, the slow breeze hummed in his ears as if it carried her essence. What sort of intoxication was that? And then he realised. He had lost so much of himself in her that it was now too late for regret
In her eyes there was a special kind of solace that couldn’t be found anywhere, what made his heart fluttering. A night had finally come where she was close to him, he had so much to confess, yet he contemplated. Lorenzo was saying something when Maverick felt hypnotic attraction to her sleeping face and he didn’t knew when he dropped the phone at his side and leaned down enough to caress his lips to hers. The kiss felt like a release of some sort and Maverick felt himself at home for the first time after loving and losing, for the first time in.And when he pulled away and looked down at her, his heart fluttered and his cheeks burned before he took in a deep breath. And closed his eyes and leaned not able to fight the pull. He stopped near her lips, and darted his tongue out to lick his own lips. He contemplated and thinking for several moments, he raised his head and instead of kissing her lips, he went for her forehead. He pressed his lips on the top of her forehead, wanting to le
Maverick flinched as she slammed the door of the bathroom with unnecessary force. He stretched his neck and tilted it side-to-side. So much for asking for forgiveness. He scoffed, shaking his head not believing the little kitten had started to grow nails. He did not find her words a bit offensive but charmingly adorable. The way she huffed with anger, the cute little red nose and a pout on her kissable lips. He didn’t think it was possible to love his little dove more, but as he was getting to know her more, his feelings for her were both intensifying and growing deeper. He realised there was still a hidden part of her that he hadn’t witnessed, except that she was the object of his obsession. Grace was never truly relaxed around him. Now, he had seen a different side of her, and he adored every new trait and quirk he uncovered.His little dove was not some fragile woman, but a feisty one.He chuckled to himself.Still amazed by Grace’s words, he walked into the kitchen. Assuming his
As the city came out of the darkness of night, we crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, we walked right down the centre of the street and not far away laid The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A night like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to our mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect night in Paris. Just like I had promised him, I was accompanying him for the promised date night. Maverick had chosen an emerald green silk dress for me with long fur beige coat that reached my ankles. To keep me warm on a wintery night, he had also forced me to wear black gloves and boots. My hair slid down my waist and my head was covered with a solid fedora hat that matched my dark boots and the scarf around my neck. My eyes moved to him. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, but a trench coat over his dark suit that hugged his body. Even with wearing heeled boots, I was shorter than him by