His sinful Obsession

Getting Attention

'It's not that bad, I'm just getting a lift. Nothing will happen, why am I even over thinking, Frida stop, Daisy is with you, nothing's gonna be wrong, we will just reach in no time' a mess was going on in Frida's head.

She was wandering outside the window and biting her lips hard. Something she couldn't control when she felt nervous. She was fidgeting with her dress not wanting to look at the bulky man who was scaring her every now and then.

Out of nowhere she felt hot air near her neckline, slowly creeping her out, making her so much uncomfortable like never happened to her. She very subtly tilted her head to her right near the window and looked beside her left. The moment she looked, her breath got hitched. Her eyes widened and involuntarily she let out a gasp. Her eyes start fluttering. No one ever had come closer to this proximity.

A chill ran down her spine as her gaze lingered a moment too long against the gray eyes, the color of storm clouds, deep and foreboding. They were overpowering her senses. Heartbeat was palpable. Her mouths got slightly apart, she still couldn't grasp the situation, what was happening and why did he come so close to her. And then she heard a click sound and she looked down only to see he was fastening her seatbelt. Slowly he retreated his hand barely touching her thighs, She pressed her thighs together and clenched her hands together, earning a smirk from him. "Are you always so forgetful?"

"huh? NO!" her eyes grew large with disbelief. She looked away from him "I am not" "I just got distracted watching the annabelle eyes." she muttered under her breath. She felt offended by his words.

"WHAT"

Her lips started quivering, she didn't know what to reply. She looked here and there.

"Address"

"Whose?" She shifted like a robot and slowly looked at him confusingly.

He gave her a look like 'are you dumb or what?' Clearly he was getting annoyed.

"You can drop me at Ella's place, the bakery."

"Why? You don't have a home?"

something pricked inside Frida's heart. That was a very simple question. Yet she couldn't give him an answer. Did she have a home? How could she tell him that home is where your heart is. And her heart was all around her mother. There was no home for her, no one for her to call her home. She was simply homeless, not by choice but by fate.

Before she could utter anything, a slow whisper echoed in the air "fairy?" Frida looked back and saw Daisy was slowly waking up from her nap. "Hi baby. You woke up? Want to come in this seat?" "No need. She is good in the back seat. It could be dangerous for a child."

Her brows knitted together in a deep frown. She chose to stay silent. This man was much more demanding than she perceived, it was to that point, Frida was getting annoyed, slowly but surely. And this is what made her stay away from him. She barely got annoyed with anything in her life, and if this man was getting on her nerves, then definitely she won't allow him to disturb her peace.

How fate laughed at her trying to keep her peace when her world was about to get spiraled into disarray, each piece falling like scattered leaves. She would spend her whole life gathering these scattered pieces. Oh Frida, are you God's favorite child or are you the Devil's obsession forged in darkness, only time would say this.

"You've reached." No sooner had he said these words, Frida just got out the car and said her goodbye to Daisy, muttering a small thanks to him. She literally sprinted towards the café.

A blinding rage surged in his eyes. His ashen eyes, cool and distant, like a cloudy sky, got darkened more watching Frida getting away from him. He didn't like it, it was getting under his skin. Her trying to create a distance between them, not listening to him, avoiding him everything was making him annoyed. What irritated him more was her eyes, the color of the ocean, vast and enchanting, yet it felt so deceiving, like they were made to betray people. Why was he getting this unsettling feeling while looking into her eyes? He couldn't help but notice her doll-like eyes crafted for illusion. A seething fury coursed through Rafael, blinding his thoughts.

Rafael won't take betrayal lightly. For the devil, with his cunning gaze, despising betrayal is a must, and for treachery is a dance he would never allow.

Amidst all these, one thing he overlooked was that Frida was igniting something he never thought could have happened. He was getting interested in a woman, that species whom he never permitted to get under his skin. Women weren't even able to get his attention even if they got beneath his legs, they vied for his gaze, a chorus of desperation echoing in the darkness. But he never spared a look at them. But here, in this small part of the world, a fragile little girl who couldn't even talk more than ten seconds looking at him, getting all the attention from him.

There is a storm brewing, and the skies are dark with impending chaos. Let's wait to see who is going to be torn apart by this raging tempest. 

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