Chapter 6: You are next
“She is a vague picture, an abstract painting, a crooked writing.
She embraces and drives things and people away at the same time— “
she tells them the truth, and then lie.
She is an organizer of a game that no one would ever dare to join but she puts them into the dirty arena any way.
She picks them up like pieces of dirt on the ground and then throws them into a pool of oppressive clarity, so vivid that the light would blind you if you don’t immediately close your eyes.
She loves looking at them enjoying the beauty of the background at first and then cursing the deadly situation they’re stuck in afterwards.
She is nothing but a player.
The prankster of the bullies, the tormentor of the lovelies.”
― Andre'u Dareen
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LUST POV
Looking at the man who slumbers in her bed, it struck her in wonder with a mix of amazement on how this man can conjure two opposite emotions in her…
Hate and then Desire.
It was as if, she was caught in a spellbound…
That would be the only explanation that she can come up with on these reactions that her body is pulling…
She wanted to touch him once more, to feel her lips mould with his, she can still taste his sweetness, to join their bodies in bliss….
This cannot happen; she said to herself, the need to think straight and not to ponder on these senseless emotions is a must…
She left hastily the confines of her chamber, stealing one last glance at the sleeping facade of the man she loathes, is building up emotions that she thought she already buried deep within her.
Her penchant for revenge is still her priority, nothing more as she geared herself for the second phase of her plan…..
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A week later
Ian’s POV
“Babe, I will probably be there by next week”, Love you too” as I hang up the phone.
I was busy with some business dealings with our company.
Ally is not my mate but she has been my partner for quite some time now.
Since both of us have not found our mates, and with the pressure that I am getting from the folks, I decided to succumb to marrying her.
She agreed that our game will still continue even being married and that indeed sealed the deal.
I was walking out from my office when the sweetest smell hit my nose…It was a touch of vanilla and roses.
My feet had a mind of its own as I quickly followed the scent as if hypnotize by it and I bump into a woman, she lost her balance and was about to fall, but I was quick to prevent that from happening, I was able to get a hold of her by her waist, the most beautiful green eyes stared back at me, with her golden blonde locks, she looks familiar but I can’t seem to pin point who or where I met her, tingling currents ran from my arms as our skin came into contact.
“Oh, I am sorry; I am so clumsy, thank you Mr?” as she blushed.
Her voice is so melodious, as I looked and take her all in, she has the perfect body, with curves on all the right places, and I gulp real deep like a school boy.
Ühm, Mr? she said once more
I shook my head as to get out of the daze I am in.
I offered my hand, “Its Ian, and may I know the name of the angel that I have bump into?”
I saw her blush once more “Lust that is my name” I know it’s weird but that is really my name, she said shyly as she bit her lower lip.
I cup her chin to look towards me, “No, that is not a weird name; it’s beautiful…. as beautiful and unique as you my angel”.
She blushed once again, seeing her blush is going to be the death of me as I groaned.
“May I offer you a coffee or something; it’s a bit chilly tonight, so….I was holding my nape as I said it.
I don’t know why I am being nervous like a schoolboy with a crush, this has never happened to me before. This is such a wonder.
Then she answered back
I’d love to, she beamed at me.
I know that I need to do this, nothing else matters now, but this woman in front of me, the most important of them all, and she is my life, my mate….
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