Conflicted

Chapter 3

I fell out of trance when I heard something like a growl escape the man. 

-I heard a growl? Was it a growl?- I was now very lost in my thoughts wondering whether I'm very drunk or just heard it right. No one in their right mind can produce such animalistic sound. Is he a human? Thoughts were swimming around in my head, but I abruptly flinched when in the middle of all that, I felt a strong hand circling my waist.

-Are you okay? Was he bothering you?- the stranger looked at me. His eyes were filled with worry, they were  so soft, looking at me as if I was the most precious thing on Earth. 

-Yes, thank you- I looked at the place were the pest was standing and he was no more, dear goodness , that's great news.

I just noticed but I had a hand circling my waist and the other one holding my wrist. I slowly looked from one place to another till I saw my empty glass and the awful smell of wine hit me.

-Oh my god, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going- I didn't even finished my sentence before the grip on my waist tightened and the stranger was almost hugging me rom behind. A strong cent of a masculine expensive cologne hit my nostrils that it almost made me dizzy. It was the most beautiful perfume I've ever come across with.

What kind of cologne are you using?- I blurted out without thinking all the while smelling the man like some kind of puppy.

-Why, do you like it?- My eyes grew wide when I saw he had a smirk on his face. Oh no, goodness he's going to think I'm flirting with him now.

-Ahem- I coughed out to warn him. -If you don't mind releasing me now, Sir?- a throaty sound escaped him again. I looked wide eyes and probably very stupid asking: -What are you?

Now he was the one looking wide eyed for a second, but soon he masked his shocked expression. A laugh escaped him. 

-How many have you had to drink?- his awkwardness didn't escape my perceptive eye no matter how much he tried to seem normal, but yes I've had a few it might be just me.

-That doesn't concern you I believe- my sarcastic rude ass. I just spilled wine on a stranger's expensive suit jacket and here I am being all cocky. -Look, I deeply apologize for the suit, I can bring it in for cleaning and pay for the fee, here's my e-mail address , I can contact you for returning- I added. 

-No need- he said curtly. -But having your name would suffice for the damage done- that damn smirk again. He's flirting with me. I'm done with those for today.

-No. Sorry but not sorry.- I released myself from his grasp. I can't believe we stayed like that in the men's bathroom for a while and I didn't even move. I'm not gonna lie, the man was gorgeous. Gelled black hair with a buzzcut, a few strands on the left swaying just above his mesmerizing blue eyes, sharp jaw and plump lips. His nose was just perfect, and there were piercings on his ears. It was as if he was sculpted so proportionally to look like a god. His back was broad, he had pecks I could feel on my scrawny back underneath that shirt, long legs that were perfectly hugged by the expensive jeans of some huge brand probably. And oh those big hands, don't even start me. He was just my type. Not too build, not scrawny, not too tall but not short, a head above me, and I could see that alternative style he was sporting. A nice suit jacket, with a chain or two on his pocket, a black shirt underneath nicely tucked in a pair of black skinny jeans and combat boots. He is to die for. But not so fast mister, you have no training for me. And he's not even aware of the trouble that awaits him. My relationships don't last. I have borderline personality disorder,  I'm a romantic, I have OCD, I have ideals about relationships and none of mine has lasted very long. Usually halfway they give up. They can't stand the pressure, they feel like they're suffocated, or they simply say they can't give me what I need. I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt like I was being spun around, and his hands were on my waist again.

- I don't even deserve your name?- a huge man like him was pouting. I could tell he was at least 29-30 years old, and yes, he was pouting. That was so cute. I bit my lip and hid a smile.

-No, please do find it out yourself, if you can, that is- with a smile I started exiting the bathroom leaving the man dumbfounded. I'm 12 aren't I?

-It's Tom Ford- he yelled, which stopped me in my tracks. -Tom Ford, velvet orchid, the perfume- he added. I sent him a sweet smile. Now that scent, is going to be my favorite.