Perfect Proposal

17.

"Why do you have to be so dramatic always?" He asked, calmly, staring me.

"Really?! I am dramatic...I am?"

"Oh no, I am the drama queen here. Can't you hear, Hel!"

"The hell! How'd you know my name?" Astounded, I blurted out, "were you stalking me? Bloody stalker!"

"Like I don't have any other job in this world. See girl I've this habit of knowing a person's details before they work for me, and that has saved me many times," he said, with an eerie gaze smouldering over me.

"Saved? What are you? Gangster?"

"Sort of, now where is the information about Magoa?" He asked.

"But answer my questions first. Why did you give me the card of some unrelated company, why are you here in this place and most importantly who are you?" I asked continuously.

"My. Name. Is. Jayden Reyes. That is my company, my damn company, you hear that! Now, information, where is it?" His gaze was smouldering, brewing a wild cold storm, writhing my senses of reality.

"Here, this paper has the ways by which I tracked down him," I fished out a piece of paper from my jeans pocket and handed over him as he passed a satisfied look.

"There it is, now get lost!"

"What the fuck! I was thrown out of the interview, gave out a precious tracking way which I had worked for a whole freaking month, what do I look like to you, a bafoon, a monkey? Now what will I tell to my mom," I was panting heavily, the need for breathing urged me to halt abruptly.

"You were telling something," he started towards me, "I told you to get out, didn't I?" I felt congested as I quickly stole a glimpse of something in his pocket, unclear or rather due to my senses which were ragged just like my breath.

"Sshh," he whispered, glancing at me as if he was lost, there was calmness in him, a coldness which had the potential to bring unfathomable danger upon me.

"Don't you.. Don't you dare come close to me", I hissed, anger seething through my mind.

He walked towards me, I could hear the loud creaks of his steps and the distance dwindling between us.

My breath hitched for a moment and our eyes locked in eternal glory.

"I already am, ain't I?" He closed the distance and glared at me.

"Jayden!"

"Helen!"

His breath fanned my delicate skin, our glances locked, as we stood frozen. I was shivering, my heart pounded against my chest, my hands sweating profusely.

Nobody has ever come close to me like this, the dangerous moment of losing my private space does invoke some feeling, unknown it was!

"Mm, you should go Helen," he uttered, his eyes boring into mine, as if he was exploring a different world he had never seen.

"Well, well, look what've we got here? I jerked, and wrenching my glance away from Jayden, I traced the voice, and saw a stout man staring at us.

I didn't know him, but he reeked off danger, scathing its way down my heart, he wore a brown leather jacket, tattoes made his face look congested.

His leather boots had a pungent smell, and his smile had a tinge of creepiness laced in it.

I just stared at him blankly, and frozen. The guys behind him looked cold as if they just came out of a mortuary. I guess the whole antique shop have more emotions than them!