Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

17. Wild Ride

"Excellent," he says with a smug voice. "It's a date then. I'll arrange everything."

"Okay... you say the ball is tonight...?" I look at my watch. "So... where do we get a passable dress in that limited amount of time?" As I see the evil smirk on Sylus face, an uneasy feeling befalls me.

Sylus takes a step closer, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Ah, don't worry about that, kitten. I've got it all figured out. We're not going to buy a dress from a store. We're going to have it custom-made. And I know just the place where we can get it done in time. You're going to look absolutely stunning, trust me."

Sylus grabs his mobile phone and calls who-knows-who while wandering around. "Kieran? Yeah... Get my bike ready, I am going to the atelier for some business outfits for that charity ball. Yes, make sure everything is ready. Tell them to get this specific dress I told Luke about. Don't mess up. Okay, thanks. Bye." I watched him curiously and he notices as he turns off the phone, a cocky smirk appears on his lips. "Can't wait to see you in that dress, sweety."

"Okay..." I try to sound calm and nonchalant, but I can't help myself to be aware of every flaw of my body... I am more plus size than skinny... not that kind of figure you would imagine on a charity ball in a fancy dress... I am going to make a fool out of myself. If I am even able to put that dress on and close the zipper. I doubt it.

Somehow, Sylus seems to sense my internal worry and insecurity, the way I doubt myself. "Stop worrying, kitten." His voice is gentle but firm. "You don't need to be a skinny to look beautiful. Curves are sexy as hell, and scars just show that you're a fighter. You'll look stunning in whatever dress we get made for you."

My eyes widen in surprise, wondering how Sylus know what my insecurities are about. Maybe he can read my mind (as a Nephilim not unreasonable). But then I recall that he just knows too much about me as I could feel comfortable with. Maybe that's the reason he can read me like an open book sometimes. My glace roams over Sylus, standing there indifferent and looking absolutely perfect. "Easy to say for you... 'Mister Photoshopped'..." I roll my eyes at his perfect appearance.

A smirk pulls at his lips as I jokingly call him 'Mister Photoshopped'. He is clearly amused by my attempt to throw shade at his flawless appearance. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Photoshopped, huh? Kitty, I don't need any photoshop. I'm naturally flawless." He gives himself a cocky once-over, smoothing down his collar and running a hand through his hair like a supermodel, the smugness practically dripping from him. I shake my head at Sylus in annoyance and a little amusement. "You are a lost case...!"

"Oh, I'm the lost case, huh? Seems to me like you're the one who's falling for my charm, sweety." He takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine, a sly smile on his lips. Sylus reaches out, his hand gently tracing the curve of my hip. As I am caught by Sylus, I start to blush. His touch sends a jolt through my body. But I am not ready for more physical contact, my own desire frightening me. Sylus's phone starts ringing and disturbs us, he frowns and turns around to pick up the call. Thank God to who-knows-who. "Luke? Okay, is everything ready? Perfect... Thanks... Tell Kieran to wait with the limo by the atelier tonight. Don't be late again!"

"Let's go, kitten." Sylus voice is deep, as he takes my hand in his, guiding me through the safehouse to the entrance hall and outside. It's about time I should recognize the labyrinth of the villa but it's still confusing, each hallway looking the same to me with multiple doors to go through.

There are two young men, standing next to a deadly looking motorcycle. I can't see their faces because they both wear some strange masks, that remind me of Mephisto somehow. Sylus really has a knack for birds, right? "Kitten, that's Kieran..." Sylus gestures to one of them, which raises a hand to greet me, holding to helms. "...and I am Luke! Nice to meet you." Say's the other friendly, grabbing my hand to greet me. I am a little surprised but in a good way, while Sylus seemed to be annoyed as he glares at Luke. "That's the twins... you could call them my assistants...! If you need anything, you can ask them."