Tempted By My Adoptive Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 1: The Allergy

Ama's POV

That man— Has never changed, just like an old historical paintbrush. Deep in my heart, I know that I am not supposed to love or touch him but still can't help falling for his charm. You want him, but he's beyond your reach, wanting to let go but failed to.
I fully remember the first time I saw him, I was Sixteen years of age, and he was twenty-one. The guy's eyes were carved like a half-moon, pale grey eyes like one of the cruelest vampires. His pink plum lips like he's done a lip filler but natural.

    Flashbacks

I sat under a tree that was not far from the streets of Paris, France. My thoughts were all filled with my late dad, of how he didn't say any goodbye before he left my mom and me in a foreign country. It has been a mystery to me how I lost the most important treasure of my life. The last time I saw my dad was on my fifteenth birthday. He bought me a new phone, and I was happy about it even though my mom disapproved of me getting a contemporary upgrade of an iPhone, but it is what it is. I didn't know when tears started running from my dark lashes.

"It hurts so much, dad, it hurts so... Much!" I continue crying as I hold my chest to feel my broken heart.

"Pourquoi pleasures-to mademoiselle?" A dark but yet pleasant voice was heard beside me.

With this, I turn around in haste. With my wet lashes fanning on a black converse, I slowly scan from the converse to a frenchlike face. With this, my eyes immediately dried. He looks like a thing on a toothpick. Pale gray eyes, black well-trimmed bed Head hair, no trace of smile mark on his bold cheek.

I suddenly wipe my eyes with the back of my palm. "Rien monsieur," I shake my head, sniffing in my embarrassment.

His frown tightened as he slowly bent his extended height to half of my level. He looks deep into my eyes. "How old are you?"

He... Does he speak English? Fluent English, whoa... I thought.

I sniff once more. "Seize and..." I replied.

"You can speak English... I do understand English too..." He frowns.

I nod at his cute face. "Ok...okay, Sir," I must say. He looks eighteen, but his voice sounds rurally deep.

He stands straight for me to swallow his 6'1 with my nerves. "Then, if you're sixteen, then you can probably call me by my name. Pierre... Say it!"

I nearly cough out my pride. "Wh... what?" I flinched in shock. "Why should I call you by your name? I don't even know you. Why are you talking to me?" I gather the guts to ask.

"Definitely because I am just five years older than you, so cut off the crap of calling me, Sir. I seem old!" He sniffs, trying to hide his very own embarrassment.

"Now, say it!" He voices out with command. "Say, Pierre... Pierrrrrrrrre..." He bubbles his lips like a child.

OMG!!! Why is he in my way and forcing me to call him by his name? Is the twenty-one? Goodness, gracious. He looks so young and hot for his age.

"I am waiting..." He whispers.

I look at him from afar. Am I this short? I exhale. "Pie... Pier... Pierrrrrrrrre. Pierre!" My heart sank, and my illusion crumbled immediately. I voiced out his name in the weird way possible.

"Good, so what's your name?" He looks not so excited at me.

"Ama... Ama Tamil." I managed to say in gritted teeth.

"Hi... Ama Tamil!" He replied in a disinterested voice.

We shook hands very briefly like we were scalped at each other.