Kittie Tales

Chapter Four II

Chapter Four II: The Date Night with the Devilkin, figuratively speaking.

Mr David Michael Arden, or Sir as he didn't want me to address him by his surname, was majestically sitting at a far corner of the grand hotel. One look at him and your girl would rip a slit into her expensive Sherri Hill gown that's worth a fortune and run off crazily with her heels in her hands, after him, I might add.

Just look at him, look at him sitting there quietly, looking like the devil in disguise, sipping from his wine flute innocently, oblivious to the numerous eyes of the many female populations on the floor ogling at his ethereal beauty. If he even knew, he didn't act like it...

I didn't have time to take in the majestic beauty of the hotel. Clearly, that's why it was named Hotél Majestić, because it was royally splendorous, of course. My eyes were trained on the target at the other end of the room, the handsome devil in a black Italian suit.

"You're late", was the first thing he spat out as soon as I was within hearing and talking distance.

I am not. Not really. Just 3 minutes. What's his problem?

"By just 3 minutes, Sir. So No, not..."

"Just sit", he interrupted with a bored dry tone and called for a waiter. I took my seat reluctantly, not before throwing a huge subtle glare his way.

How rude! You're lucky I'm doing this for myself and my loved ones!

Huh?! That sounded so off.

And he can't even draw a chair for me. Apparently, chivalry is utterly and completely dead.

I peeped a man in a distant table drawing a chair for his date and waiting till she was seated and comfortable before he took his own seat.

Perhaps not! Your date is just a douche!

"I'll have a martini and get a red wine for the lady, – Can you believe it? He's not even going to allow me make my own order. The despicable, self-imposing bastard! Is he trying to get me drunk? – with little or no alcohol", he finished off the order and the waiter walked off.

Oh! Well...

Considerate but I don't care, He's still a monster..

A painfully handsome one..

The big boss directed his cold attention towards me. "I'm glad you deemed it fit to honour my invitation. It's important that you obey simple instructions, Miss Montez. You know what the repercussions would be should you decide to flaunt my orders"

"You literally forced me here. And now you're threatening me. Again", I mumbled to myself and rolled my eyes.

"Did you say something, Miss Montez?", he asked.

"No, nothing Mr A—I mean, Sir", I answered too quickly and ended up stuttering before averting my gaze to the menu booklet in my hand. His eyes narrowed at me and I could have sworn that the temperature in the room dropped to a hundred and fifty degrees. Even the lights seemed to dim down a bit.

"I'm so dead today. No-one is going to know where to find my body. No one is going to know where I went to, who I went to see OR where I was last seen. He's going to erase all the evidence.

He was about to make a very nasty comment but the waiter came along.

God is really on my side today..

I looked towards the sky which was obviously obstructed by the victorian ornate ceiling and threw a thank you to the big man up there.

"Your order, sir", the waiter announced and served the wine. We relaid our orders to him and he walked off in the direction that was most likely the kitchen, to do whatever it is that waiters do there.