Melissa: She has a story in her eyes.
"You. Are. Mine." He said, emphasising each word so that they carve in my brain.
"No. Stop it." A tear stained my cheeks.
His teeth grazed my neck, leaving angry marks. A soft whimper escaped my mouth.
"I won'...
His voice made me jolt. I immediately grabbed the bottle of medicine and shoved it inside the drawer. He can't see!
"Hi." I said nervously. He had a bright smile on his face suddenly, he came further inside the room and closed the door.
"I have something to talk about." He definitely had a smile on his face but he sounded terribly serious. "Before that, I have something for you." Just then, I noticed he was carrying a big Sherri Hill shopping bag. He took out the box from inside and handed over to me. "Wear this tonight." I was amazed and wanted to see what was inside.
I have dressed myself in all the big brands and exotic colours & designs but this colour was something out of this world. It a was simple yet shimmery gown in periwinkle. Perfect for the charity event.
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"Wow. This is amazing. But you didn't have to get me this." I told Rogan. I can't let him spend money on me, that just doesn't sit well with me. I'm not used to so much of pampering.
"Do you like it?" He rolled his eyes and asked. I nodded my head like a lost puppy. "Then it's yours. I do remember your taste in fashion, baby." He winked.
All my blurriness from the pill disappeared when he said 'baby'. My innerself smiled like a school girl. Speaking about the bottle of pills, I think he didn't see them. He shall never see them.
"Thank you." I told him gratefully. "You wanted to talk about something. Tell me." Meanwhile, he grabbed a chair and sat down beside me in front of the dressing table mirror.
"Okay, listen to me carefully and do not react until you hear me till the end. Got it?" All his smiles got replaced with a stone cold face, I nodded at him Wondering what bomb he will throw at me.
"Good. Now, I have ordered Maria to shift all your belongings to my room. Before you argue about this, remember this is for your own safety. I'm planning a trip to Rio De Janero in a few days and you'll come along because this place needs to get refurbished. While we are gone tonight they will start investigating and we will be returning back to a hotel." He was lost in his thoughts again while staring at my eyes.
This man left me speechless. What more could a girl ask for? He might be cold and bossy but he worries about me and cares for my well being. And that's more than enough.
I cleared my thoughts and my throat, got up from the chair and pretended to be busy with the new gown. I avoided his eyes. "I could stay in the guest room and I could stay at my brother's place while you go for the trip. I hate being a burden to you."
"Stupid woman, from where such thoughts comes to your mind? Your safety is important to me." He said, while getting up and standing close behind me.
"Why do you care so much? You've already got such strict security and now this! You know whatever happened last night could be a coincident. It was probably a theif or something!" I exclaimed out of frustration.
"Seriously?! Melissa, you know well enough last night wasn't a coincidence." And silence. I never saw him getting frustrated like this before. If this was a different situation and I wasn't slightly wet then I probably would have giggled like a school girl.
I heard him take out a deep sigh. His arms came around me and his chin on my shoulder from behind, he hugged me closely. My eyes closed on it's own. He then dropped a lingering kiss in the hollow of my neck.
"I cannot afford to lose you again. Never again."
His words made me freeze in my place. He was like a warm blanket in a cold winter night, I was scared to get comfortable in.
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The art exhibit was a part of the charity event. It was organized for 3 hours in the Hilton Galleria. All prominent faces of the Economic Times came together for today's event.
As I stepped foot inside the galleria in my mustard colour Ralph and Russo outfit for the day, I could sense a few eyes giving me admiring glances.
Jen did an incredible job with this event. I'll make sure she gets paid well for this with a promotion if things are good by the end of the night.
"Mam, the rest of the security will be outside while I'll accompany you inside until Mr. Kingston arrives." I frowned at Benzo. He can't do that, my colleagues are all here. I just can't have my bodyguard tagging along.
"That's not needed Benzo. I can take care of myself." I said firmly. Benzo on the other hand didn't seem too affected with my firm eyes.
"Strict orders, mam." I rolled my eyes at him. It was useless. Benzo was a very trusted employee. He would die if he has to to protect me.
"At least, put that gun in and be a bit casual. I don't need a hulk beside me. Old people will get scared." I teased him. He had a hint of smile in his face and did as I said. He was a handsome man, he looked effortlessly good.
Where's my man? When will I see him? When did he become your man? Hush, brain!
Benzo guided me around the galleria looking at the art hung on the walls. They were all made by the underpreviledged kids and woman. There were handmade bags and accessories, handmade cards and gifts made by kids, paintings, mud sculptures, pottery art, etc.
Whenever something of this sort happened I felt a different kind of happiness. It comes from the happy faces of these people we try to help, I feel a bit better about myself when I realize that I am a part of the reason of their happiness.
Just then, he waved at me. He took two glasses of white wine from a waiter and walked towards me.
Rogan Kingston was an enigma. All the elites cleared there path for the king to walk. He always had that kind of aura and power around him. He ruled even when he had nothing and still when he has everything.
As he came closer, his face stretched into an adorable, knee weakening smile. His dimples deepened, and his silvery blue eyes sparkled like the snowflakes on Christmas Eve.
"Hello beautiful." He said in his gruff voice. If only he knew, the things he could do to me just with his voice...
Now that I think of it, I have never quite stopped loving him. It was just a feeling that was lost over the years in the other overwhelming emotions that I have gone through.
That smile and those eyes did wonders to my heart. It was the first red flag, when you fall for the smile they give you the worst kind of heartbreak.
Can you stop the heart though?
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Okay so, sorry for the late updates and sorry for saying sorry for the same thing so many times. I never knew I'll go through another heartbreak!
But here I am. Back to writing and being happy and not giving a crap about people.
