Differences

Chapter 40 - Alaina

New Chapter!!!🌧️✨🐢

Hey guys!!! Last chapter was a tinge heavy so this one is quite light. And . . .

Hehehehehe, things are about to get a little bit steamy (emphasis on the little bit)

Anyways, without a further ado, enjoy your reading time!!!😘🎞️🌸

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We lead ourselves out of the meeting room and down towards the parking lot, our hands interlaced , and my face was donning on a smile.

Luke nods towards the chauffeur who nods back, exchange the keys with him before turning around to go back inside the building.

"You're gonna drive?", I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Him driving usually equated to missions, which meant that my mind was too busy to care about how he looked when he drove. But right now, all I wanted to do was watch and observe him drive. Talk about pazza.

"Yea", he replies with a grin on his face.

One could say that this man's face was lethal without any emotions painting his features and this was very true. However, my new and possibly forever favourite that would have the capability make me melt was his smiling face.

Of all kinds.

It was the way the colors of his eyes lighten, and it was like the whole area in which he stood upon brightened automatically all around. Although it was very clear he was anything but bright lights with his usual attire of custom-fit black suits matched with his glossy black hair, he owned both the darkness and the light and utilised it advantageously where he saw fit.

He was one gifted man.

And he was one dangerous man for my easily stimulated brain. And heart. And body. And just about everything of me.

We both round to the passenger side, where he opened the car door and helped me in, clicking in the seatbelt. I was informed by both Juliet and Leila after I had questioned them about this particular act after the ball, but both lectured me that this was part of an etiquette thing, to let a male member of the family place female members of the family in vehicles before the male themselves and that I shouldn't interfere. I couldn't fully understand why or how this was appropriate or effective etiquette but their passionate lecturing me made me sure not to question it out loud again. I've had enough reprimanding to keep me for a lifetime. Perhaps even two.

Once he was satisfied that I was buckled in nicely, mouthing 'safety first', he rounds the car and take a seat for himself in the driver seat and turned on the engine, bringing the vehicle to life with a roar. I have absolute no knowledge of cars or any vehicle for that matter but for some reason, it sounded really nice. It felt like I was coming alive along with the car.

He buckles his own seatbelt and turns around and place his hand behind my head rest, slightly brushing my cheek, to back out the car, with one hand on the steering wheel. I was already overly conscious of the fact that his hand had brushed my face, which had happened by accident but my god. His hands. It doesn't take a genius to observe that his hands and forearm were beyond impressive, with his veins skating across them, but it was another thing for to those veins to slightly bulge while he was steering the wheel.

I was weak minded and possessed a weak heart.

All it takes for my mind, body, and soul to alight was to see this man driving.

It doesn't take long for him to back out and leave the complex, and he retracts his arm from my headrest. The foolish lovesick girl in me anticipated for another brush of his hand on my cheeks but instead, his hands softly but firmly grabs a hold of my hand to which he comfortably place on his lap.