Angelic

Chapter 3

Azaleas.

As Kano and I get out of the car, we check our reservation as a waiter guides us to our table. I still don't know who it is I'm going to be meeting, and why Kano is keeping who it is from me, I have a bad feeling that whoever it is, I'm not going to be happy.

And fuck I was right. Evan fucking Ravens sitting, studying my father from head to toe. Then turning his gaze to me, surprise washes over his face as I take a seat, facing him. He looks like the spitting picture of Andre when he was young. Pale blonde hair, gray eyes and damn it how much I liked gray eyes until he ruined it, a sharp jawline, and from what I see, he has a huge body, bigger than mine. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, barring his huge muscles, as much as I hate to admit it. He looks like a Greek god. And as much as I hate to admit it, again, I want to see what's under his shirt.

On his right is Andre Ravens. No matter how much Kano values him he is one of those stupidly rich that buy children for personal pleasure. I wouldn't mind blowing his brains out. But thankfully he's not. He's stupidly rich, yes, but he's kind.

Andre's deep voice snaps me back to reality. "Azaleas, it's been a long time since you saw Evan." He turns his gaze to Evan. "Me and your father want to talk about something, in private. We'll leave you to it." He pats Evan's back and stands up as my father does the same.

If I didn't know any better, I would say Kano is setting me up to sort things with Evan. Maybe even be friends.

As they both leave to another table, I look at my phone which buzzed, a new message sent to me. As disrespectful as it might seem to be, I don't care. I take my phone and check it, it's a video sent from Alex. I'll see it later, I don't need people to know what my anger looks like.

Evan clears his throat as I put my phone back on the table and turn it to its face.

"So... It's been a while." He says as the air starts to fill with awkwardness.

"It's been eight years." I cross my legs, as much as I like hot men, I don't like this certain one. But I see many beautiful men, yet no one. Not one of them affected me. But I guess this one does. Because what's between my thighs is throbbing. As if I am a hormonal teenager. If my teen self saw me, she would be disappointed.

"You hate me and I hate you. We both agree on that part right?" He says.

"Hate is a strong word. I don't use it on people like you." For example, the sex traffickers. "I don't hate you, I just dislike you."

"That's the same thing."

"It's not." I take a sip of my wine. "I know what you want to say. For the best of both companies, we should get over the stupid personal feelings." I sigh. "I already did. You should do it too. And then, we forge an alliance. No matter what I will tell Kano, he will not back down from the partnership. Not that I was planning to. It's meritable to the company."

"I agree with you." He nods.

"Glad we're on the same page, Evan." As much as I dislike this. It's pleasant to see that he has grown over the years. And I have gotten over my insecurity. I've been wearing brown eye-contacts for way too long. Now, I love how my eyes look. They're unique.

"I guess I'll be seeing you more?" He asks.

"Yes. I've decided if we accept the partnership, I'll be getting out more." I dislike a place full of people, but it's gonna be an advantage for the company.

"You have no articles about you online. You're good at hiding your identity." He grins.

"Stalking me, aren't you?" I tilt my head as I see a hint of embarrassment in his face. Once I go home, I will be the stalker, because I need to know everything about the guy in front of me.

"No, I don't like to stalk people I hate." he looks away from my gaze, which tells me he's lying. My lips curve up a little and I stop them mid-way, he doesn't deserve my smile or my smirk. I always end up killing people I hate or dislike, except this one. Something is stopping me. 

He sighs and I see his hands clenching from underneath the table. "How are you?" He asks as if he was forced to say that.

"Spectacular. How are you?" I look at him, lifting my head.

"Good. You're still a workaholic I heard." He says.

"Ah, yes. Not something someone like you would know about." I cross my arms across my chest.

"Look, Azaleas, I'm trying my best to maintain a normal fucking conversation with you." Evan glares, but little does he know that he looks like an angry adorable cat. "So don't test me."

"So I see, I'm quacking in my boots." I roll my eyes as I take another sip of my wine.

He pins me with another glare, now it looks manly, he looks like a lion ready to hunt down his prey.

"Fuck you." He spits out.

"In your dreams." Oh, how I like annoying people who deserve it. Especially people I can't kill.

He sighs again, this one full of frustration. I bet he's thinking I'm insufferable. Which I honestly agree with, even though I annoy myself sometimes.

My phone vibrates again and I turn it to its face, just to check who, it's from... Yura? Isn't she supposed to be sleeping now?

What if something happened to her?

I would never forgive myself. I rush to my phone and check the messages. I read through it, and I let a small smile slip free. She traced the guy who uploaded the video on the Deep Web.

ME: You didn't have to do that. You know I can do it on my own.

YURA: It was nothing, I know what you're capable of, but I don't want any more things to be added to your plate.

My mouth betrays me again and it smiles. Yura is my best friend of sixteen years, I love her.

ME: thanks.

I put my phone down and wiped the smirk off my face as I put my phone back down. I look up and see Evan looking at me. Great, I have to endure his interrogations.