FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 4.

  

                                WHO MIGHT YOU BE?

SEPHORA'S POV.

  
** Running On E by Brent Faiyaz.

Oh crap, there's no way I'm going to get kidnapped right? Okay okay, let me cool it. The only valuable thing I have on me right now is my car- I- for my life he can take it.
Okay, I'm lying, my cars over my life any day.

As I'm contemplating my decisions, the Greek God of a man stops an arms length away from me. As if on cue, Makeup by Chris Grey starts playing.

Sexy right? Tell me about it!

The first thing I are notice are his eyes- oh my heavens.
He has pure white black rimmed eyes mixed in with gold. He isn't hiding them either.. yet here I am hiding my greys.
Why didn't Alia give ME these beauts!? I'm terribly jealous.

The wind slightly picks up again, snaking through his hair- which I notice. Jet black hair, white frosted curly tips.

The wind throws his scent my way and it completely engulfs me. I inhale, deeply.
He's definitely covered in Jean Paul Gaultier men's cologne.
A man that smells so good.. looks so good? They exist?

In all honesty, the only men I thought existed were the one's my mom dated- don't get me wrong they were handsome and all but not my age. So.. yeah.

He looks like a Nobu Woods song.

"Like what you see?" He finally speaks, his eyes quickly fanning over my body. Snatching me right out of my day dreaming.

Sir-

I shockingly scoff at his cockiness, "You wish."
No sir, you don't wish, I'm fucking fan-girling over you right now.

Note the sarcasm. 

He smiles, revealing his straight, white teeth and gems adorning either of his K9's- paired with a beautiful sharp jawline. That jaw could cut through my legs without second thought. *wink wink
His diamond earrings twinkle underneath the gas station light- he's kinda giving a off play-boy type.

Although that Jean Paul scent? Makes him immediately emit daddy energy.

Play boy daddy? I giggle.
What is going on with me lol.

You're such a horny bitch Sephy, what if he's here to kill you?
I roll my eyes at my subconscious, it never knows when to shut up.

I have gems bejeweling my teeth too, but I barely even smile or widen my mouth unless I'm brushing my teeth, smiling at Mr. Roger or my mother- sometimes.

He crosses his arms over his chest- outlining a lean muscular figure through the black compression shirt he's wearing and A TO DIE FOR waistline,
"For someone who doesn't, you've sure been staring forever." He smiles,

Why do men always have the best waistlines?

I roll my eyes, choosing not to say anything anymore- I'm actually just conversationally bland. You can't blame me, I never talked to people- strangers. But I'm not boring, obviously.

Sipping my cola, I keep my other free hand on my throat- it helps sooothe my anxiety & pressure.. mostly my social anxiety.

"You new around here?" He breaks the momentary silence, eyeing my Porsche with a satisfied look.
That boosts my ego even more,
"Have you ever seen me before?" I reply- maybe a bit too harshly.