Chapter 6

In the story of us, hate was just the prologue, and we're left wondering about the chapters yet to be written.

-Unknown.

|A L E E Z A|

In the middle of the vibrant chaos of this party, my eyes locked with his. The man in front of me was the actual embodiment of captivating masculinity. His brown eyes, deep and rich like the finest chocolate held a quiet allure, cloaking the mysteries and secrets, untold.

Dark rampant hair framed his face in a way that whispered of his rebellious charm and nature. His nose, elegantly pointed, added a touch of rectification to his rugged charm. His chiseled jaw, chiseled with such precision that it seemed sculpted by the hands of an artist, making every head turn to him, twice, in appreciation.

His physique was nothing short of magnificent, he stood out in the crowd of college students. He was huge, definitely huge than a college student as he claimed to be, by being present in this party.

He swirled the content in the glass in his hand before taking a final sip of it and putting it back to it's place on the bar table, his gaze now on me, his whole attention and focus solely on me as if he is trying to find out something . An expression passed his face quicker than I could say expression, one I could not understand.

"Yes?" He asks, his voice coming out calm and composed as if he has practiced the words hundred times before speaking out. And, if he did, it does shows.

Unlike, most of the people here, he was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, yet, he defied convention, resembling a Greek God, amidst the revelry. I observed him, a little more than before and then again, a little more. My heart raced and my mind swirled with a mix of wonder and desire.

"Hey," I greeted him again with a bright smile, trying to break through his icy demeanor, "I am Aleeza." I added, introducing myself.

He did not bothered looking at me, again, he just raised an eyebrow. His expressions remained stoic and disinterested. The bartender served him with another drink, I saw the red liquid in it.

Red wine.

The man in my sight took a sip from the glass, his expressions not wavering a bit as he said, "Do I need to know that?"

Rude.

This was the rudest response I have recieved to a simple, heart warming greeting that meant no harm. I do not know what it is about him and the lack of emotions on his face, but I let his first rude remark slide.

I continued, undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm and trying to lighten the tight air around us, "It's considered polite to introduce yourself when someone says hello."

His lips twitched, but in a mocking smile, swirling the red wine in his glass he said, "Politeness is not my forte." The way he replies to my every statement annoys me. How can one be so good looking and so fucking annoying?

I leaned against the bar counter, my eyes not leaving his face while he did not bothered to look up from his drink as if it is the most important thing on the earth right now. "But, one can try." I say.

He shrugged, simply. Bringing the glass of drink to his lips he dragged a long sip of the liquid before he said, "I do not try things, I don't care about." His careless and I do not give a fuck attitude has started to bother me, annoy me so fucking much. But I am better than that. I am known as the calm person in my family with all smiles and hug, so, I try to calm myself down.

"So, what is your forte?" I ask him, a silent mocking in my tone as I added, "Silent brooding and drinking expensive drinks?"

He finally glanced up, his brown eyes giving a hint of amusement twinkling in them. I tried not to let his mesmerising eyes fuck with my nerves but it was hard. When I say he is beautiful, he is not the good face shape and better nose kind of beautiful, he is beautiful like the moon that shines in the darkness stealing all the attraction.

His gaze darkened, something in his demeanor changed but he was quick to mask it with his stoic expressions as he said in a casual yet dangerous tone like hiding the secrets of ruining an entire world, "Among other things." There was nothing casual or simple about those three words that he spoke. There was an underlying thought, something he did not wanted to give away yet could not stop himself from speaking about.

And, it irked me. It irked me that he opened some sort of puzzle to me but with no pieces of it in my sight. It made me curious, and, curiosity always led to one thing, danger.

I would know, I learned from my brother Lorenzo and the woman whose curiosity got him involved with a man as dangerous as Lorenzo Ace Russo.

"You know what, Aleeza?" He said, stretching the sentence, my name rolling of his tongue like it was always meant to be said with such ease and thought, "You look quite pathetic craving my attention while I am clearly not interested." He taunted, his eyes on me while mine burned with the rage that took hold of me right in this moment.

In that moment, something in me snapped. I could not tolerate his mannerless and rude ass any longer. Without a second thought I grabbed the glass of red wine from him, half full amd glistening in the vast light and flung it towards Jake's swan like white t-shirt.

The wine splattered across his chest, staining the fabric a deep and angry crimson. His face expressions were a mix of both shock and anger, his face contorted with rage. But before he could retaliate or kill me with that murderous look in his eyes, I turned on my heels and disappeared into the swirling crowd of people dancing on the floor.

The music pulsed through me, drowning out the bad moment I just shared with an annoying asshole in this splendid party. I felt a mix of jocundity and relief as I lost myself in the rhythm, the lights and the dancing crowd. It felt good to be free, to stand up for myself instead of letting my family take charge of my situations. I had stood up for myself, today, refused to be belittled by a man who seemed to relish in his arrogance.

As the night wore on, my mood got a bit better. Though, I have never seen that man and hope to never again but still something inside me says that this was only the beginning. We had started our relationship with a clash of egos, his sassy remarks and a splash of red wine, while, I am known as a woman who loves peace despite the environment I have grew up in.

The seed of hatred between us had been sown and I had a feeling, this hatred is only the beginning and much more is waiting for me.

I just wish, I don't loose myself in it.

I just hope, I don't regret anything later.