Fuck! I'm going to be late at this rate if this doesn't work well again. I've styled my hair in different ways since the last one hour plus and I still can't come up with the perfect one.
Sigh. I thought I already had these whole thing planned out so why is this mother fucking hair not WORKING!
Shot! Elias is in the house I can't be getting frustrated like this. Let's give it the last shot.
Hmm, this is much better. I like it.
I was flirting with myself on the mirror when Elias walks in after knocking.
"Liach, are you going somewhere? He asks. Seeing me in the dress."
"Yes, love. My boss and I are going for a business engagement."
"Boss!" He echoes it. Something like sadness in his eye.
"Yes. Is something wrong?" I ask, fixing my last jewelry before making my way towards him.
"Must you go?" He questions, his hands within my hands.
What's wrong? Does he not want me to go?
Elias continues, "I know he's not your real Boss, Sis, cause father will not allow you to work with anyone else. He'll kill you before you do that. Why don't you stay at home instead, hmm...t-this is dangerous. You could die." A hint of desperation in his voice.
"No, no,no, no, love. What makes you think so? I drag him towards my bed, gently, as we both sit on it. Where did you here that from? Besides, my workplace is safe." I reply, cupping his cheek as his brow furrows.
"Yes, you could die. I am not a child any more, Sis." He removes my hands from his face, holding my hands in his, locking eyes with me. "I see things. Wasn't he the target you could not kill last time, when you came home seriously wounded and Father still didn't care? Now you are under his roof. With any slight mistakes. You are dead." He sighs heavily and continues. "I can't lose you." He says, tilting his head to the side, tears trickling down his face. "I've been thinking of ways I could help you, but I can't come up with anything."
Oh, no.
"Was that why you've been acting strange, Elias?"
And here I thought he was being bullied. I was planning on going to his school next week and also spend more time with him.
"You don't have to do anything for me, love. All I want is for you to be healthy, happy, and loved. Concerning my target, I'll try not to get caught in the fire, okay. I say, trying to reassure him.
"Are you sure?" He presses.
"Yes," I say, lifting two fingers above my head.
"Then promise me." He insists
Why is he being so desperate, it's unlike him. "I promise you."
What could have made him think, I was going to die? And how come he is very informed about my targets? I thought I shielded him well?
The horn of a car draws our attention.
"That's my cue Elias, my ride's here."
"Okay. But…are you planning to bulge every guy's eyes out, dressing like that?" He asks with a smirk.
"Yes, I am planning to. Is it working?"
"You're killing it. You are on fire," he says, poking me playfully.
"Stooopp! Elias, It tickles!" I try to avoid him, pushing him back gently. "Make sure to close the door well. I'll be back before you know it."
"Okay, bye. Try to enjoy your time."
Enjoy my time?
"Bye." I wave.
A sleek black car is parked by the side of my apartment.
Sinveer's inside, dressed in black tailored perfection, a watch worth more than most people lives on his wrist.
Oh Lord! This man is fine! How can a suit make him look so godly, those arms, those muscles just in the right places. His he trying to sell his face and body over there?
Too bad, I can't allow you do that, because if someone should buy you, I won't be able to kill you. So I need you close.
His eyes trail down my body when I step in, resting at my exposed skin. But he says nothing.
We ride to the venue in complete silence.
When we arrive, cameras flash at every angle, guards step aside, and all eyes turn toward us.
He offers me his arm, like a gentleman and I take it.
The Kastro estate is grand. Gold floors, chandeliers that scream diamond, too much gold everywhere. Even the champagne flute are all gold.
Sinveer is greeted like royalty. Some prominent figures are here; owners of multibillon companies in cars, android, fashion and all of that. Each with their heirs and trophy women.
And now, I'm one of them. A trophy. An insult.
I should not think much about this. This is basically part of the job of an assistant.
"Who's this?" one of the guests asks as we're introduced. He's around fifty, grey hairs, tan skin and sharp brown eyes. Dressed in a purple tailored suit.
Sinveer answers before I can.
"My assistant." He introduces, with a touch of 'what's the point of introducing her', in his tone.
What is wrong with this man? I didn't come all this way, dress like a storm to be introduced with little significance.
"And date,"He adds.
what? Is he playing with me?
Even with that thought, a smile cracks in my face. I tilt my head, balancing my shoulders, then offer my hand.
"Liach Brain. It's a pleasure."
His lips find their way to my skin.
"Pleasure is all mine, Principessa. I'm James Lock, CEO of Stylegenix" He says in a flirtatious voice. " If your Boss does not treats you well, I'm single and always available." He says, handing me his card.
I feel Sinveer's fingers on my waist seconds later. Not too tight. Not soft. Possessive, pulling me closely to him from him.
For the next two hours, I drink champagne I can't taste, laugh at jokes I don't understand, and Sinveer, he keeps touching me like I'm his. His fingers always grazing my back when he leads me through crowds. Sometimes,his hand stays low on my waist, thumb brushing the curve of my hip.
"Careful," I say, as I feel his grip on my waist growing tighter.
He raises an eyebrow. "Of what?"
"Touch me too long and you will be giving the wrong impression, Sir."
He smiles, pulls me even closer to him, and says, "That's the impression I'm trying to pass."
I'm taken aback by his bluntness, but I don't let what he says rattle me.
Instead, I lean in close—close enough that only he can hear. "I'm not Marla."
"I noticed." He replies, smiling.
"Good. Because I'd hate for you to mistake me for someone like her." I make it clear to him.
Our eyes lock. He doesn't look away, neither do I.
He leans in, and crouch wanting to say something, when someone calls his name, and the moment dies.
That's when that pulse comes rushing down again. I don't know what it is but it's there. Some kind of sensation.
Suddenly, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer against his body, staring at my lips, as his gaze trails to my eyes, then whispers in my ears: "Stay close, Liach" he says, in a low voice. "Some of these men are animals," he says, walking away from me.
What did he do that for? He could have said it like a normal person.
And what's this fucking heat within me? And why is my heart pounding so fast for god's sake? Maybe it's because the of drink or I've a fever.
Hours later, we prepare to leave. As we make our way to the exit, when I notice Sinveer's arm is still around my waist, unmoving.
I lean closer and speak in a low voice. "Sir, I think you can let go now."
He looks at me. Says nothing. Tightens his grip. And keeps walking towards the car.
Did he just ignore me? Maybe he'll let go when we get to the car.
As we get to the car, I step out of his arms, reaching to open the door, when I feel a sudden heat hovering over me.
I turn swiftly ready to attack, but it was Sinveer.
He's standing inches from me, his hands boxing me in against the car. His green eyes glowing under the moon light, boring into my soul. His face, covered in shadows revealing only his eyes. His hot, shallow breaths fanning my skin.
"Sir?" I try to speak, but he steps closer, cutting the words in my throat.
I swallow hard again, as I could feel the heat in my body builds fast.
"LIACH." He calls out in a thick voice. The vibration of his voice reverberates through my body, settling in my stomach, crawling
down between my legs soaking my panties.
"You look exquisite tonight." He continues.
I tremble slightly, the hairs on my skin rising, goosebumps crawling down my body as he traces one finger along my jawline, down to my collarbone, then back onto the car close to my hips leaning to my level, his lips by my ears breathing on the vulnerable skin at the side of my neck.
"And you smell nice too." He swallows hard as I swallow hard too.
Then, in one sharp motion, he yanks the door open, his other hand on my waist, and pushes me against his body before sliding into the car slamming it shut.
I stand there for a while, frozen in confusion. As I feel the cold air of the night breeze kissing my skin. I release a breath I never knew I was holding.
Then his voice springs me back to reality.
"Get in, Liach."
"Yes, Sir."
The ride home was nothing but absolutely silent as if nothing had happened.
But something did happen. And something is still happening.
An unusual heat is burning within me. It's like a tension that sits right below the skin, waiting to snap.
On reaching my residence, Sinveer trails behind me as I make my way to my apartment.
Why does he keep following me? His estate is on the opposite side, so what's he doing?
As I get to the door of my building, he finally speaks.
"You played the part, Liach."
"I'm an excellent assistant, Mr De Luna."
He nods once.
"See you at the office tomorrow, Liach."
"Good night, Mr De Luna."