Wild Space

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Whoa!

Just as I was avoiding any male drama, here I am... face to face, with someone I don't want to do anything right now, in an expensive looking black suit looking absolutely gorgeous, nothing like Nate. How charming!

"How interesting, you know, you are the only girl that I have seen who has given me that bored look." Well, duh! I cannot show my emotions easily like they are something on the display.

Did I say this trait I own which I am so proud of? Well, hear me out... I am good at hiding emotions from people. The people get to see only one face of mine, the bored look. And that might be the reason why everyone detests me so much.

I don't smile, I don't nod in understanding, and I don't give any shit. That's me. I have a distinctive voice. I agree. And people who see me for the first time declare, 'I am the most intriguing (aka boring?) person they have ever met'. Why? Only because those pancaked peacocks can't decipher me. Am I good, bad, angry, sad or emotional? They can't say and I tend to keep it as such.

So, when he said that, my heart did a flip. I wanted to show him so bad, how attractive I find him. But years of denial of emotions have made me forget how to use my own facial muscles.

He leaned closer. Closer than I am comfortable with, but that's not what affected me. He has this look in his eyes that said something secretive about him. Something was hidden and that's how I see myself when I look at my reflection. Damn! He leaned closer to my ears. His hands touching me ever so lightly on my arms and the cold champagne glass brushed me, and I jumped.

Ladies and gentlemen, that is a leap... making Liana jump and that too... a 'champagne glass'. Huff! Though I was standing still, my breath got rapid and short intakes of swift breath made me look like an idiot. Well, I was an idiot at times but do I need to nametag myself?

I was not braced for the next part.

"But... your eyes speak volume and I find it interesting that you find me attractive."

With that, he just walked away. Shit. Triple dribble whatever shit. I am hot. That single sentence got me in a loop. He knows about me. He could read me. Shaun, a complete stranger whom I met just a while ago, read me like an open book. I am not that opaque as I imagined being. No, I am not that opaque as I believe I was. Damn! That is a threat I can't ignore. I blame Uncle Tom. Tom.

Tom; shit! Where is that man when I need him? He held too many answers to my questions and the first one that he should answer me is, how the hell he takes me to his workplace and asked me to wait until I was eighteen to explain what the hell he does. How the hell shall I escape from the endless questions he has given me with one single sentence? 'Like mom like daughter, he said.' How come Shaun was able to read me? Maybe he read from the movement of my eyes. Yes! That's it. That's a relief. Phew! I just wanted to scream right now.

I picked some fruity drink and went behind the thick overflowing drapes that veiled the beautiful French windows to veil me from the world. I was admiring the full moon and loved the buzz on my tongue making me feel far away from here. I licked my lips. Hmm, tasty...

"I love what you did with your lips."

I spit it all out.

Yes, I did. The sip that I was savoring was now sprayed onto the guy standing in front of me. He was not Nate; he was not Shaun and not someone I know. Then, who the hell is he? How did he know I was standing here? The curtains were so soft that I could sleep on the softness but it was not transparent and definitely not delicate. Damn, that is not something I should think about now. Who is this man?

Who the fuc* is this man?

And then he did the unthinkable.

He said, "You are damn sexy. I was waiting to catch you alone." And then he kissed me. Tongue out, sloppy wet irritating kiss. Luckily, I calculated his intentions when I looked into his eyes, thus, I twisted my face and he kissed on my cheeks. Disgusting!