Chapitre 2: The invitation
Beatrix blinked as her brain processed what was going on. Did this sexy god just call her love with his smooth and deep voice?
She must be dreaming, yes a dream because how the fuck would anyone call her love?
Beatrix flicked her eyes to his, heat spread over her
cheeks and she was relieved the lighting here was deep red, otherwise she would look like an idiot.
Not that she wasn't looking like one right now as her mouth worked to form a response but none released from her lips.
He cocked his brow at her, encouraging her to say something.
"H-Hi!" She cringed at how strangled her voice came out.
He nodded with amusement glinting in his eyes as his eyes travelled down her body and back to her face with a smirk.
Beatrix really wished she had followed Stella's advice and wore the short black sexy dress she had gave her not a stupid Mickey Mouse t-shirt and baggy jeans. Her red hair was in waves on her shoulders and her glasses were too big for her face so she had been told.
"Nice shirt." He complimented her with his signature smirk on his face.
The bitter flower of shame bloomed across her cheeks and she bit her lips nervously, "I-thank you." She managed to say as her eyes darted across to Stella who had left her alone and was now flirting with the bartender. Fucking betrayer.
The man let out a small chuckle probably due to her shifting back and forth on her feet and compulsively toying with the hem of her t-shirt.
He moved closer to her, leaning his head down to her eye level.
"Do I make you nervous, love?"He questioned and pulled back while he waited for her answer.
Beatrix rubbed the back of her neck, an embarrassing strangled noise leaving her throat "Haaa, nervous? No I just, It's not everyday that hot sexy strangers talk to me and call me love." Beatrix mumbled and licked her lips.
"So you think I'm sexy and hot?" He questioned as his lips curved up playfully.
"N-no I-I mean yes! Definitely! Hottest guy in the room right now."
He chuckled and moved closer.His eyes darted down to her face before flicking back up to hers and they flashed with something she couldn't read.
Beatrix had no idea what's going on right now.
Why did she feel like she was paralysed? She should move away, she definitely needed to move away before she did something she would regret.
Her heart raced in her chest as his tongue darted out to wet his lips while his eyes flicked back and forth between hers, it was like they were both stuck in some kind of trance.
Was the room on fire? Because it was very warm in here all of a sudden.
Surely something was on fire.
Yes, her. Definitely her, she was on fire
"Do you want to get out of here?" He suddenly asked, snapping her out of stupor.
Beatrix blinked in confusion, "Huh?"
He smiled at her and smirked, "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" He asked again.
Maybe it was the liquor clouding her judgement because Beatrix found herself nodding.
Beatrix sucked in a deep breath when he leaned
down, his lips grazing against her ear
"Words love, use them."
Okay for no reason that was hot? Beatrix swallowed the lump in her throat and replied, "Y-Yes."
He broke into a dangerous smile that made
her heart slammed against her chest.
"Good, let me ask permission from your friend first."
Beatrix blinked in shock when she heard him. Did he just say he was going to ask permission?
Well that was new? He didn't look like someone who would ask others opinions over something.
Beatrix watched as he walked towards Stella and whispered something in her ears causing her eyes to widen.
Please say no…please say no. She chanted
Stella nodded and then turned to look at Beatrix with a grin on her face.
"Have fun!" She mouthed to her.
Beatrix stiffened, did Stella agree? She was hoping that since her judgement had been clouded by the alcohol, Stella would have been the sane one to say no. She guessed she was wrong!
Maybe she should lie that she was not feeling well? Oh come on Beatrix, get a grip on yourself. She groaned internally.
"Let's go?" A voice snapped her from her thoughts. When did he even get here? Beatrix thought. Having anxiety was so bad now her mind wouldn't shut up telling her how bad her decision was.
What if he is a serial killer? Or even worse, a rapist? God—
"Hey..are you okay?" He asked as he gently squeezed her arm.
Beatrix's heart jumped in her chest and she blushed.
"Y-yes." She mumbled.
The mysterious man raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure? If you are not comfortable we don't have to go. We can sit here and chat. No need to stress yourself, love."
Love, that fucking endearment would be the end of her.
"N-no I-I'm okay..I'm just remembering if I wore a pretty panty today. You know girls we-"
Beatrix froze and panic shot through her when she realized what she had just said. Oh boy, did she-
She lifted her gaze to him when she heard a deep laughter. God she wished she had an invisible superpower so that she could disappear right now. That was so awkward. Someone shot her right now.
Beatrix Quinn, what the hell is wrong with you?! She internally palm slammed her face and averted her gaze.
"Hmm so are you wearing a pretty panty?" He reached forward and grabbed a piece of her red hair and twirled it between his fingers.
Beatrix wetted her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat.
"W-well I-I guess that's for me to know and for you to find out."
Did she just flirt with this dangerous brooding man? The alcohol was really messing with her. Because everybody knows that Beatrix Quinn never flirts. It's not like she could even if she tries.
"Is that an invitation, love?"
She blinked. A lovely pink hue rose to her cheekbones. Her mouth worked to form a response but none released from her lips.
The man smirked and reached down and wrapped his large hand with her small,
"Well then, let's go love."
Second Book(Remo’s book)
Title:The Twisted Obsession Tags: BDSM, mafia, revenge
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone