Pretty Lies

Chapter nineteen.

The mug of coffee almost slipped from his hands at the sight of her getting out of her car, and it wasn't just a car, it was a fucking Bugatti, he knew from the beginning that she was rich when he saw her at the VIP bar, but not that fucking rich! That car costs a couple of a million dollars at least.

He shifted his eyes to take a full look at her, if the Devil and the Angel had a daughter, it would be her, he really started to doubt if she really was the same woman from last night.

Yes, woman, not some snobby girl.

She walked inside the cafe and with each step she took with her high heels, his heart rises to his throat a little.

She looked sure and determined, as if she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it, she was wearing a floating silver skirt, that reached the middle of her thighs, and a black crop top, that exposed the sun-kissed skin of her clearly muscled stomach, she must has been training a lot, is she an ex military? Well, he won't be surprised if she was, she looked powerful and... dangerous that everyone stepped aside making a way for her.

She flipped her long dark brown hair over her shoulder as she reached for her heavy sunglasses and took them off, her bright green eyes scanned the place, looking for her target and his breath hitched when she caught his gaze on her.

She didn't remember his face, but somehow those icy blue eyes drew her in a strange way.

She puts her dark glasses back on and walked towards his table.

He ripped his eyes away from her as he took a sip from his now cold coffee, easing the tension that creeped up his throat and without a word she sat down in front of him on the table, crossing her legs underneath it and when she looked directly into his eyes, electricity rippled through his body.

"You came." Was the first thing Gabriella said, her voice was sharp and so feminine, and it was quite cold that it made the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight.

He brought the mug to his mouth and took a long sip then looked up at her as a lazy smile formed on his lips.

"I told you I will." He told her with a now, full smile

She stared at him blankly for some seconds, she knew this type of men who play it like Mr charming.

Asshole.

She uncrossed her legs leaning forward across the table with a smirk tugging at her lips and he did the same, feeling his mouth getting dry, too dry.

"Well, for a guy who fucks drunk girls and leave, I wasn't fully sure you'd show up." Her voice was low but equally harsh, it made Jason's eyes widen at her words.

Her blank expression returned as she leaned back on her seat, crossing her legs again.

And Jason? He was speechless.

Does she thinks this low of him?

She doesn't even know him.

"Well you don't know me." He said simply after getting back his voice.

She scoffed, opening her purse, pulling out a silver case and a lighter.
She took out a cigarette, putting it between her blood red lips and lighted it.

He didn't like smoke, at all.

But when he saw her putting the cigarette between her delicate lips, it was the sexiest sight he had ever seen, she looked as if she own the entire world, and he fucking loved it.

"I know enough." She stated pulling the cigarette away, letting the smoke escape her lips as a think cloud in the air.

Why is she so determined that he actually did that to her?