"Fuck-." I melted in his arms, unable to look into his hazed, tantalising hazel eyes. Being in his proximity was like being hunted, by an unforgiving and powerful beast.
He pressed his rough, strong hand against my mouth, gently clasping my lips shu...
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haunted - beyoncé
I RAISED MY HAND above my lips, blinking twice. I looked around the room, hoping, praying no one heard my careless whisper. There was no denying it was him, the name surely matched, and physically, it was the exact same man who examined me just a few hours earlier.
This was the 3rd time I'd run into this man, yet his identity had been a "secret" for the past 3 years. Just what type of man are you, Valencia?
"Seraph.. do you know him?" Ayla looked at me through the corner of her eye, offering a small whisper, her tone dropping at the end of her sentence. She hoped not to draw attention towards us, knowing the recognition could cause an unwanted scandal, potentially sending my reputation into upset. Nothing gets by the ears of a group of boisterous, gossiping ladies.
My lungs sucked in quickly, a hitch forming in my chest. My quickly pulsating heart dropped to my stomach. A drooping bead of cold sweat began to form at my temple, please tell me no one else heard that.
With a soft, silent sigh, I reluctantly nodded my head, knowing I would have to tell Ayla about my all of my intriguing run-ins with him before the end of the night.
Following his gaze, Celine turned her head slowly, before widening her eyes. Her shining, golden locks of hair flipped over her shoulder, flowing gently down her back. Her red painted lips curled into a wicked smile at the sight of us. She readjusted her clutch in her hand and made eye contact with Ayla, then myself. She whispered a few words to the women in front of her, before she walked up to us.
She looked as elegant, and as beautiful as ever. Such a waste of a beautiful face for a devilish woman. She placed one hand on her hip, sticking her pointed nose towards the ceiling. Her hands and lower arms were covered by dazzling, red lace gloves, her dark, crimson silk dress rippled over her slender hips, the material clad to her large bust, showing a hint of cleavage to appeal to the male guests. Celine was the type of woman to solely desire outshining every woman attending, even at her own anniversary celebration. In the eyes of the men, women and all important figures alike. Deep down in her heart, she "knew" she'd be the centre of attention, yet she craved more than that.
Unfortunately for her, with Ayla and I invited, that would never be the case.
"Look who finally showed up.." she paused. "Seraph, Ayla."
My shoulders relaxed themselves when I turned to look at her, prematurely unimpressed with the act she was about to put on. Reluctantly, I painted a bittersweet smile on my face, knowing if I opened my mouth at this moment, my words wouldn't be most pleasant.
