Isabel felt like drowning in those oceanic eyes again. She was stood so close to Christopher that every emotion of his eyes was comprehensive and lucid. She was fascinated to discover that those blue pools changed consistency according to his mood and emotions he goes through. Like right that moment, they had turned to a darker shade of blue than the original sapphire. Reminding her of the point where Atlantic and Pacific ocean meet.
“Are you even listening ?” - Christopher's voice broke through her trance.
She blinked. He had been talking ?
He heaved a sigh, clearly getting her expressions. “Isabel...”
She shivered. Her name sounded different coming from his mouth. She refused to believe it was just her delusional imagination.
“It's getting cold.” - he frowned, taking her shiver as a result of the nightly wind.
Without further ado, he grasped her hand and started walking towards the elevator. Her eyes dropped to their joined hands and everything else faded away. She didn't register how and when they returned to the floor where he worked. Her sole focus was the discovery that their hands fit perfectly together.
He made her face him as they came to a stop beside his desk and dropped her hand. She instantly felt bereft. He opened his mouth to speak but his phone ringing right that instant stopped him.
Mr. Wilder.
Christopher paled and quickly picked up the call.
“Where are you Christopher ? The guests will be here any moment now.” - came Foxen's anxious voice.
Christopher met Isabel's eyes which were lit with defiance and rebellion. “We are on the way, Sir. Be there in ten ?”
Isabel crossed her arms, her face hardening at his calmness. He was still taking her lightly ?!
“Good. Hurry up.” - Foxen said before ending the call.
Christopher placed his phone back in the pocket all the while observing Isabel's expressions. She looked pissed, to say the least.
“Are you for real ?”
He sighed. “Believe me, I am being real. I am no match to you, Isabel. You are way out of my league, why don't you understand ?”
Her face softened and she dropped her arms. “That's not true, Christopher. I strongly believe that you are the one for me. No guy ever has grabbed my attention before. YOU have me nuts. YOU have the power over me. YOU make my heart race and mind shut down. It's you. Just you.” - her voice was a whisper by the end. Filled with the love she had for him.
“Why aren't you getting it ? There's a thing called loyalty which I have with Mr. Wilder. What will he think of me ? That I trapped his daughter for money ?” - he tried to make her see reason.
But Isabel was heedless. She took a step towards him, getting closer and placed her palm over his heart. His heartbeat was erratic and she felt exhilarated that she did have an effect on him.
“You don't feel any such thing ?” - Isabel asked instead, her stare unblinking.
He looked aside. Looking into her eyes from so close was an extremely difficult task. Specially when she probed him with questions he didn't want to answer.
“Your father-”
“Will listen to me. I'm his only daughter.” - Isabel interrupted.
He turned his head to meet her gaze. She felt her heart skipping a beat. His blue eyes were to die for. Specially when a million different emotions swirled in there. Their lips were a breath away such was their proximity and she could see it was affecting him just as much as her.
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Reprisal
Romance[Updated every MONDAY, WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY] ~ His fingers glided smoothly on the black leather revolving chair. His eyes were blazing with satisfaction as he sank into it and breathed into the air of victory. Just then, the door to the office bur...
