Chapter 2 - Handsome Men
There was a silence, a terrible silence, that desperately made me want to fill the void.
His voice was low, prickling at my ears and causing my heart to vibrate every time he spoke.
Elliot Smith
Your boyfriend must be taking a while.
Stella Quinn
I'm waiting for a friend.
Who stood me up, might I add.
No, that's not fair on Anica. I know that she can't say no to Roger.
The bartender suddenly returned, holding a very expensive bottle of champagne and two glasses.
My eyes followed the bartender around until the lights of the bar all dimmed, putting into perspective the man standing next to me.
He was pretty handsome, with silver hair and beautiful deep eyes that looked like an ocean you could get lost in.
Elliot Smith
I must return to my Boss, but have a lovely evening, Miss.
I turned around to see who he was smiling at, and I regretted it the moment I laid eyes on him.
My eyes fell on a person that I could only describe looking like a fallen angel.
I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but they ignited something underneath my skin.
His lips drew into a harsh smile, drawing attention towards his sharp jaw.
He was tall, even if he was sitting down, and was dressed head to toe in black.
From his shoes to his tailored suit to his inky black hair, all I could say is that he looked like séx. Plain and simple.
My throat suddenly went dry when I realised that I had been staring at him a little too much and turned away, fidgeting with my tonic water.
I crossed my legs and immediately regretted it when the man's gaze fell onto them.
His eyes lingered there for a moment, his lips retaining that harsh smile that he had on before.
Warmth slowly pooled into my stomach while I tried to shake the feeling of his ardent gaze off of my shoulders.
Suddenly, the dress I believed to cover enough skin felt like the shortest thing on earth.
I felt nàked under his gaze.
Elliot Smith
Well, have a nice time with your tonic water.
The man then walked towards the booth where the other man was waiting for his champagne.
I didn't dare look back at him, I didn't dare say another word.
Who was that man? And how could his gaze be enough to fluster me?
Am I really drinking tonic water or am I drunk already?
I composed myself, trying to ignore the burning gaze burning the back of my head and the length of my bare legs.
That man dressed in all black doesn't seem important.
Misty Plume
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Comments
Rosette
oh my god must have felt so uncomfortable
2023-03-06
3
Amritha_ Ami
I thought elliot was ml , author u r good a twist
2022-09-24
1
Smart & Funny😉
Let me guess, hot&handsome male lead alert?
2022-09-04
7