WANTED : YOU

Chapter 11 : "Definitely..."

I followed him in the dark alley until we get nearly off the road where my car is, in one hand holding my Cinderella's shoe.

But instead made of a clear glass, it's made of brown leather. And it wasn't just an ordinary shoe because it was a HIGH HEELED ANKLE BOOTS specifically from women's shoe department!

But damn boy! He's so hot and I couldn't deny how that leather boots looked sexy on him.

Back in that head spinning place, now I was able to remember the purple lighted lounge, I can't take my mind away from how he was looking so hot just sitting confidently pretty on his seat.

'No more fuss! He has all the right!'

Tine was in a black sleeveless shirt, neckline freakingly too deep to my likings revealing more of his skin on his flawlessly white chest that I wanted to just keep exclusively in my eyes. ONLY!

'...on my bed.'

Goddamn! My dirty mind gotten worst just few fucking seconds!

I've also seen the same thin black choker, layered with a simple silver necklace with a silver disc as a pendant like that one of Madee's fashion accessories she'd used to wear on some occasions, that same piece adorned Tine's neck beautifully besides the studs on his both ears. His right shoulder all showing up, a long black cardigan draping him seems like not doing its job, teasing me loosening down.

'Fuck! He's captivating I can't even blame those fuckers if they were bewitched and easily fooled by his innocent face and dangerous charm.'

And if not yet another one of his sweet torture he usually plays when he gets so naughty, then what would I even have to call this when down he was wearing that black fitted jeans, sinfully defining every curves of his sexy thighs and legs?

But then, image of that pony-tailed guy beside him ruined everything. Him being so close to my Tine, their thighs touching intimately I had to admit, it made me feel jealous not until it became worst, when that scene had me blind and gave that bastard a hard blow just to finally ripped him away from my boy he was shamelessly kissing.

"Will you stop following me like some lost puppy?! I said I can go home on my own!"

'Oh, well, puppies are cute.'

I bit my lower lip restraining a smile to come out.

The brat whose both hands inside his jean's pocket, now slightly ahead of me, staggering while striding arrogantly like he had very long legs than mine, was still and clearly mad at me.

A chuckle suddenly slipped out my mouth I'm sure will just makes him more piss at me.

He stops walking, sluggishly turning and finally faced me, while folding his arms against his chest as he taps his foot, the other one with boots.

I noticed his dyed hair, messily sticking on his sweaty forehead. It should be looked disgusting but... It only adds up to his hotness. And his dolled up face I'm not getting tired of looking at every time. So calm yet confusing me to even describe the slightest feeling he's holding.

Like this very moment, the usual sweet smile he's gladly giving to everyone wasn't present on his lovely lips. Even his teasing smile he's sending me I wasn't able to see. Instead, he was just staring at me, eyes dark and empty.

This is one of those frustrating times that I'm trying to read his blank face but I really couldn't!

I approach him, admittedly defeated for I was failed all over again, before heaving a very deep sigh and slowly crouching down.