His Wicked Temptation

Chapter Five

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(m.) so it begins

ROSABELLE

Unlike the other days, this time Emiliano and I walked out of the café together and decided to take a stroll. Part of me felt excited at the idea, while another part remained... enigmatic.

I had already accepted the fact that I had a big crush on this man, and to be precise, who wouldn't?

The way he talks? Walks? Styles?

Ugh.

I'd have to face my dad's wrath if he finds out about this. Fortunately, no one was here to inform him in the first place. And I wasn't breaking my promises either. He had told me not to fall for a Russian man.

I knew better than to fall for someone like Emiliano. He may be a good friend, but cannot be a good... lover or anything more. His criminal appearance said enough about that. His sharp tongue was the only evidence of how many women's hearts he had broken by now.

And for God's sake, I didn't even know his surname.

"So, how long are you staying here again?"

"Foul weeksh."

I replied with my mouth full of ice cubes, waiting for them to melt inside my mouth so I could gulp them down.

"Aha, that's a short amount of time."

"Ai knou."

A short chuckle escaped his lips, probably at the way I was speaking. Then he shook his head and looked down at me. "I'll just wait until you finish..." He stopped talking as I looked up at him at the same time.

A moment of pause waved between us, and I was on the verge of asking what was wrong when his lips quivered a little, but he quickly stopped the movement by biting them, as if preventing laughter.

"Whaut's up?" I tried to utter the words as correctly as I could, unable to not be distracted by the way his full canines came into display.

I nearly shuddered at the deep rumble that sounded from his chest. Then he turned his face away from me, looking forward as he shook his head. "Nothing," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at that, both confused and embarrassed. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" I looked around to see if there were any other people laughing at me. By this time, I could also talk normally as the ice cubes melted, and I gulped the water down.

"More like something was in your mouth," he muttered lowly before spreading a side glance my way, laughing again at my confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.

Then realization hit me.

As my mouth was filled with cubes, my cheeks hollowed up a little, and that's probably why Emi found my face funny.

"Darn you, man. That was anything but funny." I shot him a dirty look, and his lips tipped up in a grin. "Really?" His tone was playful as he inquired, earning another glare from me. "Really."

"That was cute, Belle."

"Whatever."

I tried to appear cool, but it seemed the slight redness of my cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the eagle-eyed man beside me, as the most wicked grin remained plastered over his mouth.

I exhaled a sigh and shook my head in disbelief, at myself or at Emi, I couldn't decipher. But then I decided to speak up, ignoring his facial expression. "Now, what were you saying before? Resume."