Chapter 6: Denial Gone Wrong

Wendy's POV

"Hello, my Princess,'' a deep masculine voice said, his hot breath fanning my face in the process and my heart fell.

I'm gonna be ruined, everything I've dedicated myself to build over the month will be ruined.

No. No. I can't allow it, pull it together Wendy, pull your disorganized self together.

Taking in a deep breath to steady myself, I slowly looked up and my breath hitched when I saw those deep oceanic blue staring deep into me, staring at my soul. Could he read minds?

I clenched my bag strap tightly, trying to act audacious and not get intimidated by that scorching look he was giving me, "Si... Sir... I'm... What..." I stuttered and swallowed an empty air, it looked like I had a brain freeze. I only have a brain freeze in math class or exams.

"Yes…?" He said, his minty breath penetrated my senses, and that musky male scent got me wanting more of what I do not want to admit.

"What... What are you talking about, sir?" I asked, my fingers digging into my palm, with the wobbly condition my legs were in right now, I knew it would only be a matter of time before they gave way.

"I'm so sorry... It's just that you look so familiar." He muttered, his eyes still on me, his gaze held mine captive, I found it hard to even look away from him despite wanting to.

"Oh..." Was the only word that could come out of my mouth and he nodded with a half smile; a smile that didn't even reach his cold eyes.

"Yeah, you resembled a girl that I loathe so much, a girl I'll torture as long as I live, a girl who should run away from me 'cause I'm her new nightmare..." He paused and my heartbeat accelerated so fast that I thought I'd pass out due to it.

He must have noticed my uneasiness because a smirk appeared on his face, a smirk that disappeared almost immediately, "I... I don't… I don't know." I stuttered stupidly, I don't know what I was saying.

I just wanna leave but I can't... It seems like he held me confined with his aura and gaze.

"Don't worry about anything, you ain't the girl, you just look like the girl, thank your stars, girl, you are lucky." He clarified.

Seriously? Was that supposed to make me feel better?

My whole body was etched in great confusion and I had no idea what to do. I know I'm the girl he's talking about, it has got to be me... He knows me.

Right?

"Are you alright?" His deep voice asked dryly and I was quick to snap out of my trance. As much as I know that my little denial game was just a flop but deep down inside of me, I had hoped that the man standing before me wouldn't know who I was.

"I'm... I'm alright. I am." I replied, my voice almost a whisper.

"You sure? You look like you'll pass out any moment, your face looks pale and you are shaking, so how can you be alright?" He asked, folding his muscular arms around his broad chest and I tensed.

"I... I have no idea what you're talking about and in the absence of anything else, I'd like to take my leave." I declared, trying to sound bold and hoping that he didn't see that my shaking had boosted.

"Oh, interesting, of course, you are free to go, I'm so sorry for stopping you, um... I didn't get your name, what's your name, lassie?" He asked, his face stern and eyes mischievous.

With every word that came out of his gorgeous mouth, my self-confidence dwindled, no one had ever intimidated me like this before. I was once a princess and we're taught to carry our heads up high where ever we are that teaching helped me a lot but I don't think they consider someone like my professor here before making that rule because how the fuck do I keep my self confident and collected with this man staring into my soul?

"I don't think my name would interest you, sir. If you don't mind, I'd like to leave now, I have something to catch up with." I said, my hand tightening around the strap of my bag.

"Yeah, you are free to go." He let out simply and I sighed in relief. Something in me told me it was too simple but who cares, he'd permitted me to depart. I'll leave with my apprehension-filled body.

Tearing my eyes off his cold gaze, I forced a smile towards him and slowly turned around to leave.

I was taking the first step with great difficulty when I heard, "Wendy."

With my heart almost jumping out of my mouth, I veered around so fast only to see the professor still standing in that same position, his countenance blank.

With a frantic beating heart, I asked, "What did... What did you call me?"

"Wendy." He replied plainly, his lips turned up.

I managed to force a smile, "How... If you knew my name, why would you...you ask me again?" I asked in a shaky voice and it was at this moment that I regretted not changing my name.

Well... I didn't expect anyone to know me, I was very far from home.

"Everyone knows who you are Wendy, you can not hide yourself." He disclosed and my heart skipped a beat, beads of sweat formed on my forehead and my palms suddenly became sweaty as those words left his mouth.

This man has come to destroy me... There's no doubt about that.

"You look like you just saw the ghost of someone you've wronged," he said with a throaty chuckle and I panicked extensively. This man is playing with my senses and he's winning, I can't let him win.

"You have your name imprinted on your bag, Wendy, look at it." He revealed, pointing at my bag and my head shot towards the direction he pointed.

It was true, my name was boldly imprinted in black letters on my white handbag. A weak whoosh of relief left my mouth and I looked up, trying to be bold.

"Okay, I'm going. Bye, sir." I said hurriedly and he nodded.

I gave him a smile that showed nothing but sham, I hope he didn't notice.

Before I turned around, he advised coldly, "Put your look-alike in prayers because she needs it though I doubt if God would be able to save her from my wrath."

Looking up at him, I saw those intense burning fury in his oceanic eyes and I gulped down an empty air, "Okay." I said in a whisper.

"Good. Do you know another interesting fact?" He asked and unfurled his arms before pocketing them.

"What?" I asked in a wheeze and he gave me that devious smirk that disappeared as fast as it came.

"Her name is also Wendy. Princess Wendy to be precise." He replied and as his words sank into my core, he spun around and began heading away with gentle majestic strides.

My eyes twitched severely in fear because I knew my denial just went wrong.