"You can control your destiny, but not your fate. It can change anyone's life in just a few seconds. Accept the things to which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
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CHAPTER FOURTH DECISION
Author pov:- ♡ . .
A person suddenly entered his car, diverting his attention from his iPad. The intruder slid into the vehicle without permission, causing him to murmur, "What the..." before he complete, a familiar scent hit his nostrils.
Her scent
It was her scent - that distinct "rose petal" fragrance he recognized. He examined the person closely, confirming it was indeed her. She was shivering, panting, and covered in sweat, her face buried in her lap.
She wore a peach, loose t-shirt and straight-fit dark jeans, her hair tied in a high ponytail. But when her hair fell open, swaying around her waist and kissing her shoulders, she looked even more gorgeous.
He asked her, "What happened to you?" His voice held a concerned tone. She jolted at his cold, almost sinful, voice, not expecting to find him there in the car. But she had to admit, his choice of vehicle was quite impressive.
What fuck she is thinking?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then looked up at him. Their eyes met, and her heart leapt to her throat. She began to say, "I'm--" but he interrupted after closing his eyes, turning his head somewhere from her, "First sit straight," as her t-shirt was giving him a view of her cleavage.
She wrinkled her nose and looks at his pointed finger, her eyes widen with horror; she immediately presses her palm on her chest and sits straight. Embarrassed, she shut her eyes tightly, mentally berating herself.
Fuck
He waited for her to give him permission to open his eyes. The person who didn't need to ask or take someone's permission is patiently waiting for her.
After long minutes, she accepts; he saw it, and her cheeks heat up with it. She controls her then turned her gaze outside, relieved to see no one was chasing her anymore. She sighed, then turned back to him, who was still closing his eyes, waiting for her approval while chewing his lower, pink lip. She licks her lips, and chill currents run her body.
Her gaze fell on him - he was wearing a white shirt with the top buttons undone, paired with dark blue pants, no tie, and a jacket beside him. She bit her lower lip, swallow her mouth full of saliva, lost in him as always.
Her widen when he suddenly spoke, "Highness, can you stop glaring at me and give me your precious permission to open my eyes?" in a seductive tone.
