Once An Angel

::Meetings::

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                 ::Sin's POV::

       Davina follows me out of the elevator, her face red and her beautiful eyes wide. To be completely honest, I don't know what snapped within me in that elevator. I guess seeing her like this, looking stunning in the dress I picked for her, and knowing what is underneath made me forget not make any moves. I'm well aware of the fact that she is sixteen, almost seventeen, but I'm not exactly one to follow the laws.
     "Do you really need so many cars?" She asks, looking around in shock. I'm not used to showing people this side of my life, especially women; they usually only get to see the bedroom.
    "Yes, actually," I tell her. "Most aren't just mine, but are everyone's. The cars we take out for shipments and things like that," I explain. She nods, trying to process this. 
   I stop and open the car door to one of them. She gets inside, pulling a good portion of her dress in after. I run around to the other side and get in. She stays completely silent as we start to drive away, her cheeks still red.
    "Should I apologize for what just happened?" I ask. Her head snaps in my direction.
    "No, I mean... I don't know," she struggles. "It wasn't bad, but it shouldn't of happened."
    "Why not? I understand the whole age thing and the fact that I kidnapped you, but-"
    "There's no but about it, it's just that. I can't allow myself to fall for you when you have kidnapped me and I'm only sixteen. I know you might not care about the law, but I tend to follow it," she says. I nod, clenching the steering wheel tighter.
    "We'll see about that."
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             ::Davina's POV::

    My heart races as we approach a large building with a crowd of expensive looking cars and people dressed in fancy clothing. These are the types of people I've always avoided. My family wasn't poor, but we also weren't wealthy either. People with money always seemed to be arrogant and rude, and the middle class seemed to be the nicer and normal people; I hang around them.
    We eventually find a place to park and I get out of the car on my own struggling a little with the dress. It wasn't at first, but it's getting heavy. Sin's expression grows serious, his jaw clenches and eyes hard.
    "You don't open the door for yourself," he says, offering his arm. Not wanting to challenge him, I nod and loop my arm through his. I feel extremely out of place even though I don't look it right now. I miss when my brother and I used to make fun of the fancy dresses that everyone here is wearing. 
    Tears brim my eyes at the memory of him. I miss him so much, I miss Lively, and I miss Princess. I miss my old life. I'm trying my hardest to be happy where I am, for I know its for my own good, but its hard since it wasn't a choice.
    "You okay, princesa?" He asks. I look up to find Sin's grey eyes looking down into mine. I nod, swallowing down the lump in my throat. We continue our way in and pass people. He gives small nods along the way and hard stares. It's hard to believe that all these people are apart of something so terrifying.
    "Sin!" A deep voice yells from the distance. Sin looks off to his left and grins. A tall, skinny man with tattoos and dark hair walks over. His eyes are interesting to say the least, they are a dark blue that almost looks black; he looks as if he could easily be in a punk rock band.
   "Ryan," Sin says, taking his arm from mine and man-hugging him. His stare falls down to me.
    "And who is the lucky girl?" He asks. I shake his hand, his skin cold against mine. 
    "Davina," I say quietly. His eyes widen as he looks back at Sin.
    "She's Davina?" He asks. Sin nods, taking my hand back in his. "You forgot to mention how absolutely beautiful she is, a natural beauty. The dress compliments you very well, Davina."
    "Thank you, Sir," I say, my legs shaking; thankfully this dress is long so it's not obvious. He leads us off to a back room where people are packed into a small area. Oh no, my social anxiety is kicking in. I find myself clenching onto Sin's bicep.
    "Sin Memosa," a girly, velvety voice says. He once again steps around and hugs a tall girl in a champagne pink dress covered in sequence. She pulls back and gives me a once over. "Wow, he's finally brought a girl."
    "We're here to discuss business with your husband," he says, changing the subject.
    "Ex husband," she corrects, winking then showing us the way. Somewhere during the meeting, Ryan left. We stop near a middle aged man with a stubble. Light tattoos creep up his neck like Sin's.
    "Hello," he says with a strong British accent. He shakes both of our hands and the women sits down. "I believe you came here to discuss something business related and not to just chit chat."
    "I want to make a deal," Sin says.
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        After spending four hours on Sin's arm and listening to Mr.Peppers and his conversation, we're finally leaving. Sin seemed satisfied with the way he's left things, but I also can't really tell.
    "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, pulling out of the parking spot. He reaches over and places his hand on my thigh.
    "I guess, if you're talking about me listening to your business conversations all night," I say. He sighs, glancing over at me for a second.
    "I'm sorry you didn't," He says. I look back out the window, watching as more fancy cars pass us by. My thoughts immediately bring me back to my brother. Tears well up in my eyes at the memories I have of us growing up together. There had been countless arguments that we had had in the past that now mean nothing, and tears that were shared that we held each other through as we cried together, and laughs we shared about things no one else would understand.

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