He seems different. He wants to meet me for breakfast, not late-night dinner or at a club. It doesn't matter. It's not a date. He'll walk away like others.
I glance around. The clock is showing, it's going to be nine in the morning. I don't know his name. When I attended lunch with my dad and uncle this weekend. Dad insisted that I should meet him. I couldn't deny him.
I blink my eyes, still looking at the clock, hanging far on the top of the wall. So everyone could see it.
"I didn't make you wait," A smooth, deep, and sexy voice reaches my ears.
I look up to see. My heart starts to race as my gaze meets his dark blue eyes. I never thought to compare Louis' blue eyes with anyone.
Looking into his eyes makes me feel. I'm looking in Louis's eyes.
He's gorgeous. His silky locks fall over his forehead, his skin is of wheat color and glowing, his muscular body fills out the tight white shirt and black trousers he is wearing. His black coat is unbuttoned.
“May I join you?” He says, looking down at me.
I nod my head, still looking in his blue eyes. He smiles at me and pulls the chair out.
Before sitting, he removes his coat to make himself more comfortable. It's one of Louis' habits.
I force my eyes down on the table. I can't compare him with Louis. It can be... I'm missing him. It's not a particular habit of him. Many men do it to make them comfortable.
I picked up the menu. I feel like I can’t take my eyes off him. As I'm still looking at him from behind the menu.
"Luce Edwards," He extends his hand with a smirk. I forward my hand and open my mouth to say my name. My tongue seems to freeze me. when he takes my hand in his and squeezes it softly.
A jolt runs down my body. Only Louis makes me feel like this.
"I know, Sarah Green." He smiles again and withdraws his hand.
He grabs the menu while I'm still holding my hand. I swallow. My gaze darts around. I feel a few gazes on me. A cold sensation prickles through me. I couldn't ever understand this. I'm nervous too.
My breathing turns shallow. I climb out of the chair. Luce looks at me over the menu.
I look at his eyes. I can't believe I'm looking in Louis' eyes. No! I shake my head. My chest feels tight to me as breathing comes in my lungs with difficulty.
"Are you ok?" He politely asks me.
Something about the situation scares me. The cool wind moves around me, making me shiver. It's warm inside.
"I... " I step back. I don't know what to do. Run away or stay here.
My body jolts when I hear a blast. A wave of heat and unshaped fire rushed at us. I feel the dread I felt three years ago, seeing Louis dead body. My hands shoot up to block the fire rushing at me.
I scream as it becomes unbearable. Luce's chair is closer to the kitchen door. I move forward to ask him to move away.
He is already on his feet. His expressions are much more controlled than mine. I'm frightened. He strides at me. But his body flew away with another blast's impact. I fall back away from the table. More fire, more heat begin to trouble me. People are shouting around me.
Pain shot through my back where I hit the ground. I push myself up. My face contorted in pain. I look at myself.
I gasp. The pupils of my eyes turn large in disbelief. Fire couldn't hurt me. Impossible! Everything is burning around me. Fear clenched me. Sweat drips down my spine.
Goosebumps ripple through my body as I see Luce lying on the scorched looking marble floor, "No!"
I move forward. Dread clenches me as the fire begins to move away from me. Shock engulfs me. Shock freezes my feet to the spot. Tears burn in my eyes and begin to run down in fright. Impossible. I'm hallucinating. The smoke begins to throttle me.
"Luce!" I cough, moving forward. He's enclosed by fire and smoke. The dark smoke and waves of fire are whirling around him. Terror grips me.
"Luce!" I panic, "Please, don't die." My voice breaks. Tears slither down my cheeks.
The hair on my nap rises at ninety degrees. My breathing echoes in my ears. The dark smoke covers his body. Luce isn't moving. Fear rises, making my body shake. I couldn't see the burning fire. It's not properly dark, the red glow from the fire making things visible. Everything is scorching, burning to ashes.
My body shudders in fear when I hear loud and clear footsteps. The footsteps sound like heavy boots smacking against the stone, each step punctuated by the next until a figure stops at some distance. I bat my lashes, blinking the tears. Horror claws me. I take a step back expecting another danger.
Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes. "Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us. The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. No
I flutter my eyes open. I hear the sound of a blast hovering in my mind and everything turned dark after that. tears fall down my cheeks for unknown reasons. The hushed whispers stop around me and my loud heartbeat begins to beat in my ears. "Sarah!" I feel a grip over my shoulder. My gaze meets with my dad. He looks worried, "Call the doctor, Leo." He says to his assistant. Leo is close to my father's age. He's leaner and more agile than my father. They are friends from their school time. Like Louis and I. I feel nervous. I try to push myself out of the bed. But my father's hand over my shoulder stops me, "You need rest." He offers a smile. Which I couldn't return. "She looks perplexed," My head jerks in the sound direction
I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy. Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room. "Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little. He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food. That's f
I open my eyes and my mother's smiling face comes into view. I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn. I straighten my back jerkily. Wasn't I sitting on the edge of the bed? Dad never comes into this room, not at least in front of me. A smile appears on my face. It fades as soon as I recall our last night negotiation. I climb down the bed and run to my room barefoot. I push the door and walk over to the nightstand and grip the photo frame with both hands. I look at his smiling face, his dark blue eyes. I feel a swift of air around me. I smile, forgetting all my problems. This is the time of the day I enjoy the air around me. It will look insanity to the watcher but I don't care. He has gone far away in the sky but I can feel h
. I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house. When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben. His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you." I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes!
I climb down the stairs, wearing a black long dress, my hair straight and down. I keep my gaze on my father. though I want to smile. Dad smiles at me. He stands near the last step. I smile, but it falters when I see Luce walking toward my father. He mutters something. Dad leans in to hear him. He's taller than my father. With a nod of my head, dad walks toward the courtyard. I fasten my steps and look at him with a frown, "What have you told him?" I stare at him. He smiles softly and roams his gaze on my dress. His hands shoved in his pockets, "It seems a ploy for attention," He accuses. I blink in disbelief. I put my step on the last stair. I glare at him in his eyes. I push my emotions away, "What did you say?" &nbs
I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help. Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room. This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone. I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes. Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture. I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno
I peer at my father, seeping his words into my mind. "You should pack your luggage. Edward doesn't like to be late. Though he owns a private jet." My dad continues to beam on his every word. I roll my eyes. I'm happy to see him happy. I would be more glad if he talks about someone else. "I don't wanna go on a business trip with him," I say, controlling my resentment as dad is praising him nonstop. "Why?" He slowly says, looking at me. A little frown appears on his forehead. "Why do you look so shocked, Dad?" I ask, flashing a full smile, "You never forced me before," I sigh, joining my hands in my lap. "I will never force you, princess. You'll comprehend when I... " I cut him off. "Don't say it. You have already said a lot." I almost chided hi
My feelings for Luce have grown. I'm used to him being around me, something reminding me constantly of him. I don't get mad at him. My rage is mostly for myself. I wanna erase the fondness in my heart that he's creating without my permission. I am scared to love again. I'm scared to lose again. "We are home," Uncle announces, smiling at me. I look out of the window. I smile, hoping to feel myself like before. When I can open and close my eyes without fear. Where I'm not frightened of taking another step. I smile finding my dad with his files, laptop. He's looking a little perplexed, "Dad," I say, softly. Dad looks up at me. His tense face erupts into a full smile, "My princess," He pushes the files away, getting on his feet. He opens his arm. My eyes glisten with tears. It feels like
The moonlight reflects the road as I stare out of the small window. I need to talk to my father. I'm not going to wait for the morning. I couldn't help but steal glances at my husband. He's sleeping and calm. He looks handsome while sleeping too. I had booked a cab from his number. Mentioning his wife. I'm waiting for the message. Yes! I'm taking his cell phone with me and leaving mine. In case, he needs to make a call. A smile tugs at my lips, he's going to hate me. I'm going to see his stern look. I let out a long breath and rolled my shoulders. His phone vibrated in my hand. I swipe and look at the awaited message. I grabbed his warm coat as I didn't bring anything with me. I head to the door. I glance back at him. These feelings! I thin my lips and open the door.
I clear my throat. Lisa is constantly looking at him. Lisa wants a party. So he offered dinner at our favourite restaurant. "He's da** da** s***!" Lisa mutters in my ear, leaning closer. I glance at him through the corners of my eyes, His angelic face is glowing under the light, his muscular body is draped in a white shirt. He's more than handsome. "Can you eat? So we could go home." I ask her. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes halted at him, "Where are you staying, Luce?" I coughed as I heard her seductive voice. My big eyes turn to them. I kick her foot. Smirking at me, she shrugs her shoulders again. &nbs
I lay on the couch. It's noon. I have an entire day ahead of me. I haven't seen anything gruesome after leaving his house. I believe it's all related to his haunted house. I wanna go and confront my father. Lisa is right, I shouldn't do anything in anger and frustration. I close my eyes. Instead of dark, I find myself in Luce's room. I try to move, get up from the bed. My body feels like glue to bed. Dread grips me. I try to lift my hand. I feel helpless. Tears prickle in my eyes, but it feels dry to me. A figure walks toward me. I hold my breath though, I'm not able to do anything. It is only my eyes that can move. I focus my eyes on his face. My eyes would have bulged out if I could have moved. Louis walks
Her house is simple, clean and cozy. More than half of her house is turned into a store. I can see sketches from distances. It's beautiful. She has earned everything with hard work. I avoid looking at the mirror wall. My feelings regarding Luce are messed up. But I can't deny, I'm missing him being around me even though we don't talk much. "This is your room," Lisa told me, pushing open the door. I let out a long breath, giving attention to her. The room is big, a comfortable bed, a single couch, a television screen mounted over the wall in front of it, light blue curtains and bedsheets. It's simple but beautiful like her apartment. I embrace her. I want to cry. But I hold back my tears, but my sight turns blurry. She hugs
Twenty days! To our wedding! I'll get a lot of opportunities to get to know him. He could spend these days attending meetings and conferences etcetera etcetera. I do not know. I'll be back in London and he'll absorb himself in his business. So I'm not seeing him anymore. He's bound to the wedding, because of business. I'm bound to save my father and hundreds of workers' livelihood. The thought of leaving this place makes me feel uneasy. I shouldn't be. This house is haunted. I'm having nightmares with open eyes. I glance at the clock. It's dinner time. I lift my hand to rap on the door of his office. I pushed it to open when I saw it was already cracked open. My gaze rests on the mirror wall. I saw Luce's reflection. He isn't alone. I should come
I put the curler down and look at myself. The lack of sleep could be seen on my face, eyes looking lazy, skin pale. The dark circles are forming under my eyes. I move to the window. A fresh breeze blows over me, I close my eyes, sucking in a breath as I have never breathed before. The sun shines down on me. I can feel the heat over my skin. The air suddenly feels like it's disappearing. Making it difficult for me to breathe. I snap my eyes open. My eyes widened. I stumbled back and hit my arse hard on rough ground. The sky above me turns burning red. But there's no sign of smoke around me. Panicked! I look around to see if it exists. My breathing turns shallow as all I can see is only red. I couldn't ponder as dread made me paralyzed. It's beyond horror. My heart is pounding in my chest. I push myself up. My hands are cov
The warm air wipes my cheeks, making my hair wave. I smile, looking at the setting sun. The sky is a beautiful color of orange and red shade. "It's beautiful, baby." My heart leaps with happiness seeing him at my side. "Louis," I spin and cup his face, "I can touch you," I look into his deep blue eyes. I always find love in them for me. But it seems to me full of darkness today. My smile falters. "Of course!" He chuckles, cupping my hand over his cheek, "We're far from the past. It's a new world. My world," His voice changes, heavy and crude. I blinked looking at him with confusion, "I didn't understand." I say, pulling my hands away. He grasps my hand. His smirk turns evil and dark. His deep blue e
The night sky is clear and full of stars. The door cracks open. I don't look back and move away from the window. "My parents are coming tomorrow," He says, making me jump on my heels. I shoot my gaze at the door. Which was closed. Luce is standing behind me, "They were coming this weekend." I say. "Some changes in the plans," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. I flinch and stare at him, "You just can't change your plans," I thin my lips. He looks at me. "You're pathetic." I snap when he doesn't say anything. "Your dress will arrive in the morning. We're going out for breakfast with them," He says, calmly.