Bewitched by Ivory

3. Bittersweet

Ivory.

"I should better leave" Sean whispers and squeezes my hand goodbye, before retreating.

I hear Sean's footsteps being devoured by the eternal darkness of the night until it goes death still.
So still that I could her my own breath hitch up, as my fiancé approaches me.

I have totally forgotten what Parker looks like.
The last time I had seen him was when he got kicked out of school and that had to be nearly six years ago.

"Ivory" a deep, husky voice breathes and I could recognise the person standing in front of me .

His tan complexion is bathed in moonlight which makes his skin glow even more.
His sharp masculine features are accentuated by the mild lightening and I just couldn't take my eyes off him.
I've never seen someone so -

"You like what you see, huh?"

- unlikable .

"What?" I frown irritated and back off a few steps.

He smirks devilishly and I wish nothing more than to slap that smile off his face.
How could I allow myself to drool over such a cocky, unpleasant, self centred, arrogant man?

"I'm Parker by the way"
he grins and lets his gaze wander down my body and even though I'm dressed in a ton of clothing, I've never felt this objectified before.

"I know who you are" I snarl, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground, since I couldn't stand the sight of his arrogant visage any longer.

But he tilts my chin in a firm grip,
leaving me with no other option than to look him in the eyes.
His steel blue eyes that reflect the feeling of satisfaction, making his face appear even more punchable.

"What's wrong, love?" he smirks and softens his grip.
As soon as I get the chance to
wrench from his hold, I back off.

"Why did you ask my father for my hand?" I hiss at him.

Parker comes one step closer, clearly ignoring the fact that I intended to keep this safety distance between us.
With every step he comes closer, I take one step back, until he pushes me in the corner and I hit a column.

He licks his lips and something strange that I couldn't put my finger on, sparkles up his eyes.
He pushes his broad figure against my tiny frame and breaths in my scent.
I feel redness flush up my cheeks and I've never actually thought I'd be so glad it's night.

His nose brushes gently over my cheek and he leans in closer.
Our faces are inches apart and he stares one last time at my lips, before he leans down to kiss me.
Suddenly he makes hold, stemming both his hands against the column, before his body would collide against mine.
"I didn't ask for your hand"
he utters blankly and refrains himself from me.

Arrogant, pathetic, narcissistic son of a bitch.
How dare he.
How dare he play with me like this?

"So I see it's just a profitable alliance Mister Leeds.
Then it shall be nothing more than that" I counter as blankly as he did and turn my back on him.

"So shall it be Mrs Leeds" I hear him chuckle one last time,
before I disappear in the warmth of the mansion, the place where my engagement party is actually supposed to be held.