Rightfully Mine : The Pride Of A Man

Chapter 3

How could I have forgotten that he was "boss"? This meant that the reason I was here was because of him. I almost felt flattered by that fact, I was too consumed by the intensity of the darkness that stood in front of me to really remember why i was here. Suddenly I was intrigued as to what lecture he was about to give me and despite not wanting to be here i could not ignore the sensation i got from being in the same room as him. Those black orbs were sketched into the back of my mind ever since the club and now, they were staring straight at me.

I took him in, head to toe as he approached closer. The way he walked over was almost predatory. He was stalking his prey. And i think his prey was me.

I coughed awkwardly and shifted on my spot as his lip curled into a smirk and he placed a hand in his pocket.

It would be an understatement to say he was handsome. He was gorgeous. He wore a black open collard shirt showing evidence of his tattoos. I wasn't normally an appreciator of tats, but they were like art on him. A simple silver chain shone brightly on his neck, disappearing under his shirt. A silver watch weighted his wrist and countless silver rings were displayed upon his fingers where the tattoos continued. He wore smart, expense shoes to match his trousers. His black hair was combed to perfection, all but a few strands that formed a small curl that fell effortlessly at the top his forehead. He had what appeared to be like a band, that blended with his suit, around his waist instead of a belt but I couldn't make it out from the dim distance without my glasses on.

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Even as he stood far away, she could feel his energy pooling into her own, spilling over its limits. The energy was one she could not compute. It was overwhelming. He brung his dark energy closer as he took large strides towards the spot which Cora was glued to. His eyes swam dark in thoughts as he looked at her, mesmerised by her beauty.

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I had to look away from him as my cheeks started burning up and my dignity was slipping away much to my despair. I really needed to pull it together in front of this man. This was not like me.

But then again I meet his gaze and instantly wished I didn't. He was so close. Those dark eyes looked me up and down like they had before, but this time it was under new circumstances. For one, this time I couldn't hide my fear. I let out a deep breath that I wasn't aware I was holding.

I felt like i was naked under his penetrating stare. I wanted to hide but i was glued to my spot. This time i didn't have the confidence booster of that little thing called cocaine. This time i wasn't wearing seven inch heels and i was well aware of how dainty he made me look. This time i was alone. Thinking about how pathetic i must look in this situation right now, quivering with intimidation and attraction, i perked up.

Quickly, I wiped the fear from my face and continued back to my previous stance - unbothered and bored. I deserved an emmy for this performance. I was about to crack at any minute as he looked into my fake brave eyes knowingly and I became engulfed in his mouth watering scent with him now an inch away from me, the whole time, my eyes never leaving his. I was beginning to get a neck ache from having to look up. The look on his face was devilish. I was getting vibrations throughout my body. There was a pull towards him i felt. My legs were weak from just feeling his body heat near my skin.

As i kept looking into his eyes, not backing down trying to intimidate him myself, i became very aware of the darkness that swam inside them. And it was growing, taking over, making me sick to my stomach with nerves.  I couldn't read what exactly he was thinking but I knew it was sinister and involving me. He was completely lost in dark thoughts. There was almost an element of excitement that hide behind them. And now I couldn't look away as i became disturbed by them.

He narrowed his eyes and so slightly chewed the inside of his lip before stepping back and looking at his men and now i could relax a little being free from his eyes. 'Ottenere fuori.' (Get out- Italian)