Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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"Where are you off to?"
We're barely out of the plane when the two of them start to get restless. Already, as we got off the jet, they raced to the airport. A big black car pulled up on the runway and Angel wanted to take it and bring me back. He too looked exhausted from the trip. But Sophia and Chacha didn't listen to him. They rushed inside, as if their lives depended on it. And, now, as they so eloquently put it:
"We want to go shopping!"
Angel raises his eyebrows. I'd tease her about it, but I'm not talking to her! At least, not at the moment. But he doesn't seem to have noticed.
"Do you want to come?" his mother shouts in the distance.
They've already gone into a store.
"No! Unless..."
He turns to me.
"Unless my princess wants something."
I don't answer and turn my head.
"What, are you really mad?"
What do you think?!
"Okay, in that case, I'll take you back...too bad. We could have bought something fun."
Since when do you say no to free shopping? Didn't you have kpop albums to buy? Maybe, but I'm not for sale! So I follow, without saying a word. And we leave the airport in deadly silence. He may turn around from time to time, to see if I'm smiling at him, but my gaze remains as black as darkness. I'm supposed to accept his punishments. He never said I should be happy to receive them!
And even if he tries to make me give in, by holding my hand firmly, I stand my ground. He won't make me give in! Once outside, under the awning, it's raining, of course! Paris can have such changeable weather, it's disconcerting! But fortunately, the car is already here. Just a few steps in the rain and I'll be dry.
Angel has been staring at me for a good five minutes, smiling. I don't hesitate for a second to exaggerate my facial expression to bring out the anger. But he seems amused. He doesn't take me seriously. I prefer to look ahead, if only to stare at the four bodyguards exiting the vehicle. One of them approaches and hands him an umbrella. He unfurls it, without taking his eyes off me, and puts it over my head.
But I pretend not to notice and step into the rain.
"Hey!" he shouts, grabbing my arm.
Then he pulls me towards him, against his chest. Not a drop has time to touch me, before my pupils dive into his. His beautiful pupils! Why the hell is it so hard to be angry with this man? Maybe because he's so sweet. The proof: he turns us around to protect me from the rain.
"You can be angry with me, Princess. But it would be a shame to get this beautiful body wet."
I don't answer. But, this time, I simply don't have the words. That little smile at the edge of his lips as he moves down my chest freezes me. Then his hand settles on my cheek and tenderly caresses it. I close my eyes in spite of myself. I love feeling his touch against my skin.
