Mr. Daemon And Me

You are mine Kitten

Adrian's Pov:

She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her natural black hair is flowing with the wind and her tanned legs are to die for. I just want them wrapped around my waist whilst I ravish her as I wish. My eyes scanned her figure once again from head to toe and stopped  at her eyes. They are beautiful and black just like her hair but they held fear for me.

She is so pretty and reeks of innocence, which is completely opposite to the people in my world. I want her to be mine but I can't have her as my weakness and let her be a target to the rival gangs. With that thought in my mind, I morphed my expressions to cold and glared at her, meanwhile searching my brain for the perfect insult I could throw at her. I will make her hate me from the first meet, may be this will be the last one. 

While I was busy raking my brain, I heard an angelic voice ask me " C-Can I help you Sir?". Oh goodness, this girl is making it hard for me to hate her. No, control yourself Adrian. We have to hate her. 

She is not dressed for a party, means she is not a guest. She is not wearing a waitress uniform, so not a waitress. I remember before I came here, she was talking to the waiter, who was nodding his head at something she said, that could mean that she can be an event organizer. But to clarify once, I asked her in my most deepest voice just to intimidate her "Who is the organizer of this event?". When she said that it's her, I found an opportunity to insult her and make her hate me.

When I looked at her, she was zoned out, probably thinking of something horrible because her eyes held some kind of fear in them. How can I hate her, when is she is looking adorable and innocent with her eyes wide like saucers? 

"Miss. Whatever your name is.. Who even hired you to organize such a high class event? Do you think you could please us billionaires with your second class thoughts? Change these now!! " I barked at her while she was staring at me with her mouth agape and eyes wider than before if possible. Just to let you know, there's nothing wrong with the decorations, they are absolutely perfect. To make her hate me, I know I have to behave like an A class asshole, but what could I possibly do other than that?

Next what she said left me amused. "Excuse me Mr. whoever you are.. You have no right to criticize people like that. I might be second class but I have enough decency to not to ridicule people like that. And for your kind information I just came to help my friend with these arrangements and if you are talking shit about people who choose these decors then you are cheap talking one of your fellow rich people as they are the only ones who selected these décor themes. Now, if you excuse me, I have more important work to complete than to fight with rich snobs like you" she said and left before I could even reply to her. I continued to look at her till she is out of my sight. 

What have you done to me baby? I don't even know your name and I am already a putty for you. No one has ever talked back to me like that. My kitten sure has a big mouth. Seems like she is not only innocent and cute but also a hot headed Kitten. I smirked and walked to where Ian stood and from his goofy grin I could tell that he saw my encounter with my kitten. I punched on his shoulder and went to greet the people who are waiting for us in the meeting room.

The deal went well than I thought it would.  We secured billions from it and signed an agreement to supply weapons when needed. I and Ian bid farewell to the clients and proceeded to greet other business class members in the party but my eyes are searching for certain angel with claws in classic white.

I roamed my eyes around the hall and found her talking to a group of people, probably the waitresses. She said something to them and they all left nodding their heads like the obedient children. My eyes continue to follow her every moment and way. She is so pretty with that beautiful smile on her face. I want her to be mine so badly. 

My inner self is sulking in the corner of my brain and is annoyed at me for my earlier behavior with her.  I can't let her into my life. She will always be a target if she get mingled with me. I will not let that happen. Ever.

I continued watching her while sipping my wine and talking to Ian, who is pouting like a child to go home. Who would actually believe if I say that he is in mafia. I shook my head at him and looked at my kitten who stopped suddenly, turned around and looked all the directions with a frown on her face. Maybe she didn't find what she is looking for, she shrugged and started walking to a nearby couple. I think she sensed that someone is watching her. I smirked and gulped my whole glass of wine.

One by one, the guests are leaving and Ian left earlier with the flavor of his night. I never had one night stands even though I am pretty popular among women. I was saving myself for my queen but the thought of something happening to her always made me distance myself from love and women. In mafia, you should never have a weakness, should fear no one. Being ruthless and cold gives you immense power, which I enjoy very much. 

But somewhere in my heart, I want my kitten to look at me with love not with fear. I looked at her direction and she stood there grinning at her phone like an idiot. Who is she chatting with, to make her smile like that? Is it her boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend? Even the thought of someone touching her made my blood boil. No one should look at her, let alone touching. She is mine, she belongs to me. Her soul, body, smile, every fiber in her being belongs only to me. 

BY the time I looked up to see her, she is not there in that place. I checked the entire hall and there is no sign of her. Don't worry sweetheart, I might miss you this time. But next time when I look at you, I will make you my queen. This is Adrian Knight's promise to himself.