Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.3

Rachel.

So it was decided that we were to meet infront of the pub at seven. Savio, as always made it easy for me. He promised to pick me up from my villa at six forty-five in the evening.
Even after my friends and family urged me to move into an apartment as living in the villa would trigger the old memories, it was my decision not to do away with the villa that David had bought for us, so we could have a blissful life ever after. The 'Us' sounded like a faded memory or a broken promise. The very thought that there would be no more 'Us' churned my stomach.

I stared at myself in the mirror,I was wearing a black, V-necked dress, which showcased my cleavage and was hugging my curves. The dress barely reached my knees and showed off my long legs. Keeping the make-up light, I opted for a brown lip gloss to go with my wheatish complexion. I slipped out of my house wearing a three inch wedge heel. Savio was waiting near his car looking as stunning as ever. He kept it simple by wearing a jeans and a black top with a hoodie.

He took me in one gaze."Hulala..girl you are seriously gonna make boys skip their heartbeat."

I kissed him on his cheeks." Neither are you bad, boy".

With that we drove off to the club only to find a frustrated Sam and Mia waiting to devour us. After apologizing for nearly five minutes, Sam took her own time to admire me and winked at me. Even I did the same.

"Show time girls."

"Oops we have an issue guys."

We could see a long queue infront of the entrance and the bouncers looked really ferocious. Savio smiled a wicked smile and asked us to follow him. After having a word or two with the bouncers,we soon found ourselves to be inside the club. Indeed the club was the most sorted out one in SF. People were beaming inside from all the directions. We were lucky enough to get entry into the VIP wing because of Sam's acquaintance.

All kinds of drinks were being served, booty calls too were to be seen. Several call girls tried to woo Savio, but he was more into his protective mode with his three beauties to look after. We soon adapted to the tune and was lost in the world of dance.

"Whoa!Whoa! Rach!!... you are in serious trouble".

"What Sam?"

"A guy has been busy staring at you for the past few minutes".

I briefly turned my head to have a good look at my admirer. Because of the dim light I couldn't see much of him, but yah he had a massive height. His pair of eyes was really electrifying. I was startled by the attraction between them.

"That's what we are here for." I winked.

I didn't bother to intrude my admirer and continued to adapt to the tune. After fifteen minutes of dancing, I excused myself. I was told by one of the guides that the powder room was in the third wing. When I reached the third wing, unlike all other wings this one was really a calm one. I walked through the dimly lit area. My heart started to beat frantically as darkness and me is not a good combination. I finally stopped at the end of the corridor, I could hear faint sounds from a room. As I was about to move closer to the room, a hand around my arm made me  jump in hesitation.

"What the hell are you doing here?"
Savio enquired.

"I was told that the wash was in this wing." I said deliberately after swallowing the lump formed in my throat.

"Bullshit! Come on, it's on the same wing where we were".

As I was about to turn and leave I am sure I heard a bullet behind pulled from a trigger. Without thinking much I slid into the elevator with Savio.

With weird thoughts still making up my mind I moved to the drinks area. I took a margarita and allowed it to cool my throat and the burning sensation in my mind.

As I was about to move back onto the dance floor, somebody grabbed me forcefully by my waist and made me move to the tune abruptly. I tried to free myself from his arm, but all in vain. He was squeezing me and  I was literally at the verge of tears, looking helplessly around from some help.

"Leave me.... please." I pleaded. It came more as a whisper from my mouth. He began to nuzzle my ear and throat. I was feeling ill at ease. I wanted to run away but I was trapped by a drunkard.

Suddenly I was freed from the clutches of the drunkard but another hands held hold of me by my waist. I couldn't make much of my saviour. But those deeply set dark black eyes mesmerized me. I recognized them! My admirer!!

He pulled me closer,I could smell his citrus cologne. It was addictive a feeling. His hair was tied into a knot behind his shoulder. He was wearing a suite which hid a massive shoulder and a strong torso. Although the hands that wrapped around my waist was rough, I felt at ease and an unprofound peace compassed my soul.

I could hear the squeals and cries of a man behind me. It didn't take me much long to realize that it was the drunkard. When I turned back to look, he purposely held my neck.

"Cara mia..I bet u dont wanna turn and see what's happening right behind you to your intruder," suddenly a high pitched-voice interrupted my thoughts as if to calm the riot within my heart.

He held me and made me dance so I didn't look back. He held me for quite sometime. Our eyes were locked and I couldn't read much of his emotions as his eye remained cold. His touch was electrifying. Even though he was a complete stranger I felt that I was in the right hands. It might have been the way he held me or simply the way he addressed me as 'cara mia'.

When I finally turned, I found that the intruder was no longer to be seen. It seemed as if he didn't exist at all. Suddenly I was urged to know more about my saviour.

"What's your name?" I asked him out of the blue moon keeping my eyes shut.

Seriously!!!what's wrong with you Rach?!!!

For a while he seemed unaffected.We were interrupted by the beeping of his phone. I opened my eyes expecting him to leave. But before I could think or act furthur, he pulled me so close, that our faces were just inches apart and my lips slightly parted in anxiety. He had a tanned complexion, and a chiselled face. I could feel his hot breath fanning my ears. For a moment my heart just skipped a beat.

"Remo."

With that he strode away leaving me alone in the middle of the dance floor.His name was reverberating in every inch of my body. Suddenly I felt cold, making me miss his warmth and touch.

Was he meant to be the One?

Hi guys!! Hope you enjoyed Rach's and Remo's meeting. Sorry for the delay in releasing these two chapters. I wanted to make it a memorable one.This chapter is very close to my heart.Do drop in your valuable suggestions.Don't forget to vote guys.

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