I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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I watched him. With no shame and any sort of consideration for the others available in the meeting room. Chin resting on my palm, a small smile plastered onto my face. He kept speaking about the business proposal and how even in such hard times, he's willing to take the risk because the offer came straight from the old man's heart. Throughout the whole meeting, I became the victim of a blue piercing gaze that penetrated through me out of anger.
But I couldn't careless. His anger for me was already added into the list of things I was least bothered about. I was more focused on my fiancé handling everything with such grace and elegance.
He appeared focused. Eyebrows pushed together, bundle of locks slightly messed up from all running around the castle we did. Sleeves rolled up exposing his thick arms with calloused bright veins. I couldn't help but drool over the dark ink punctured through his skin. Like metallic wires draped around his arm.
"I personally like the idea of twin towers together but that would take up a lot of space. Let's increase the prices and promise our best to the clients. If you're having trouble with the land, I can help you out." Viktor spoke and it was in such a hard tone, I couldn't fathom how this person was the same man that spoke to me in a delicate tone.
The pair of dark eyes turned to me and I gave him a nod, "Let's hope everything goes well. This project means a lot to you, Mr. Kingsley and we'll make sure to provide you with any sort of help that you require."
Everyone was now finished with the meeting. The file included all the details regarding the project. Address of the area where the towers are supposed to be built and the designs. Everything had been planned out beforehand but Viktor could make changes if he wished to as he too was investing in this project.
Instead of bidding their goodbyes, the guests were lead right towards the massive bar in the castle. Shelves decorated with different beverages, from fruit drinks to alcoholic drinks that descended from strong to light.
"Pick your poison." Viktor asked and old man smiled, speaking up. "Cognac, Vodka for my son."
I turned to the assistant who had her small glasses framing her face, gaze stirring around the tall ceiling of the party room. "You?"
"Huh?" Vidia turned to me, lips agape and then shut them immediately. "Just water would be fine." The two butlers standing behind the brown table made out of brown oak nodded their heads, beginning to pour out the respective drinks. While they prepared the drinks, I watched the old man and Viktor engage in a conversation.
In front of me on the leather couch was sat the blue eyed male, the little assistant on a different couch, scribbling down something on her clipboard.
