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Beautiful, gorgeous, so fucking amazing.

Words aren't enough to describe her as she watches the people staring at her intently, probably assessing them. Although she does her best to hide her emotions, I can see it in her eyes.

Anxiety, nervousness, worry.

It swims within those blue pools and all I want to do is tell her she'll be fine.

She looks absolutely ethereal in that dress, just like an angel.

My angel.

I watch her as she glides across the hall effortlessly, her fake smile in place telling me this is the last place she'd want to be.

Why? I have no idea. But then my eyes fall on the man next to her, her supposed fiancé and reality comes crashing down as I clench my jaw tightly.

She's getting married to him. She's already taken.

But that won't stop me from approaching her because if I know one thing, she wants me as much as I want her and its driving both of us fucking crazy. And I'm sure there's something off between the the couple. I just know it.

When the announcements are made and he slides the ring onto her finger, all I feel is burning anger as my grip on the glass in my hand tightens dangerously, making me want to grab her and take her away from here.

"Stop glaring at the guy." Gabriel's voice brings me out of my torture fantasies as I glance at him briefly, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I ask him lazily, downing my drink in one go.

"Already whipped." He mutters chuckling, making me throw a glare towards him which would make any person shit their pants, but it doesn't affect him as much, unfortunately.

A while later I notice her walking towards me with her head down, arm linked with Ivan's as they make our way towards us.

Shaking hands with them, I make my way over to her, holding out my hand and watch her hesitate for a split second before she grasps it, her soft skin making goosebumps rise on my arms.

It's amazing how one simple touch from her makes me want so much more, and how she effects me.

I'm taken out of my haze when she pulls away suddenly, a tinge of pink coating her cheeks as Ivan drags her away for a dance, emphasizing the fact that she was his fiancé.

Son of a bitch.

I watch them dance, although Ivan seems rather distracted as his eyes connect with mine, his jaw clenches as I walk over to the couple slowly.

I notice Heather turning her head to follow his gaze but he spins her away, letting go of her hand as she collides with none other than me.

"After everything, you come back to me." I say to her as I start moving to the music, my hand settling on her waist, pulling her closer to me.

Our hands join together, fitting perfectly together as I twirl her around and then dip her, running my hand on her bare leg, I notice her blushing and throw a smirk towards her.

She's not the only one affected.

"You look gorgeous amore." I whispered in her ear after pulling her back up, making her bite her lip when I squeezed her waist lightly.

The pace of the music increased and I spun her around once more, making her spin away from me only to pull her back into my chest.

I slowly lifted her feet off the ground with my hands on her waist and spun around, making her dip her head back and letting a beautiful laugh fall out of her lips, a genuine smile on her face when I saw her dimple showing.

The sight was absolutely breathtaking.

Her smile made one tug at my lips as well as she gazed into my eyes, her grin growing wider and all I wanted to do right now was kiss her, make her mine and mine only.

As the music came to an end, I dipped her once again, then pulled her back up with a smirk as her hands settled on my chest, making my heart beat faster as we swayed to the music slowly.

Only when her eyes strayed to something behind me did her smile falter, before she glanced back at me briefly with panic written all over her face.

She let go of my hand, her eyes scanning the room frantically with fear swimming in her ocean blue eyes.

I saw her chest start to heave up and down quickly, noticing that her breathing got faster suddenly and her eyes widened and then I saw it too.

Everyone, was looking at us. We were the only two people on the dance floor and she danced with a man who was not her fiancé.

Unfortunately.

She took a few steps back, distancing herself as she ran a hand through her hair and tugged at her dress nervously before walking briskly out of the room.

I didn't fail to notice her glossy eyes, the tears threatening to fall out any second and without thinking twice, I followed her.

I searched the empty hallways to find her but I didn't spot her until I heard the sounds of heels clicking against the floor quickly, indicating someone was running.

I ran in the direction of the sound and sure enough, there I saw her, leaning against the wall, her hands covering her face and her body trembling furiously.

Something tugged inside me and all I wanted was to hold her close and calm her down. So that's what I did. I walked over to her, but she heard me and looked up from her hands, the tears streaming down her face as her eyes widened.

"No. Get away from me. Go away." She sobbed, but I only inched closer to her and took a hold of her hands, causing her to fight me so I'd let her go.

Never.

"Calm down love, it's me." I spoke to her but she wouldn't have any of it so I pushed her into the wall, holding her arms firmly so she would look into my eyes.

And then I saw the fear in them. How scared she was. Her breathing was erratic, and I figured she was having a panic attack.

"Listen to my voice, breath with me amore." I whispered to her, cupping her cheek softly and making her breath with me.

"It's okay, I'm here." I assured her as I saw her calming down and her breathing going back to normal.

The haze she was in vanished and she recognized me, a sob breaking out from her lips as she buried her face in my chest and cried, clutching on to my shirt tightly.

"Please don't leave me." She whimpered, so I kissed the top of her head and ran my fingers through her soft hair, uttering sweet nothings into her ears and holding her close to me, until I felt her stop moving.

I pulled her away from me only for her to sway but caught her before she could hit the ground.

"Shit." I muttered and picked her up bridal style, carrying her away from her and out of the hotel.

Placing her in the passenger seat of my car, I buckled the seat belt and quickly went to my side and drove off into the night and to the only place where I was sure she'd be safe.

With me.

I carried her all the way to my room and called for the doctor, who arrived within a few minutes.

"She just had a panic attack, so it's nothing big to worry about, but I'd suggest she rests for a day or two completely. Looks like she faced some trauma, which caused the panic attack so she must have been in a similar situation as the traumatic event." The doctor told me and I gave him a firm nod when he excused himself to leave.

I sat beside her on the bed, watching her intently as her chest rose with each breath she took, outlines of tears on her face and her eyebrows etched into a slight frown.

I ran my hands through her hair, then stroked her cheek, wiping any trace of the tears on her face.

I went to my closet after a few moments and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and went to take a shower as quick as I could.

As the water streamed down my body, I couldn't help but think of what trauma she might have experienced that was similar to this. Had she suffered badly? And who hurt her so much?

Shaking my thoughts away I showered quickly, and when I went out I saw her still sleeping peacefully although her features looked more relaxed now.

I noticed she was still wearing her dress so with a split second decision, I decided she would be more comfortable without it and began working on her zipper, then the buttons on her sleeves and pulled her dress off, revealing her white lingerie.

With a deep breath, I pulled her dress off completely and threw it on the couch and pulled the covers over her, kissing her forehead and making my way over to the couch.

I don't think she'd appreciate waking up with me next to her, so I decided it would be best to give her some distance until she was more comfortable.

An hour passed, and then two as I turned around again on the couch and stared at the sleeping figure of the angel lying on my bed in a peaceful sleep.

My fingers itched to touch her, to pull her close to me and hold her against my chest, but I shook my head and turned my back to her.

Five minutes later I huffed frustratingly and walked over to the bed, intently staring at her beautiful face before climbing in next to her and pulling the covers over me.

I pulled her closer to me and inhaled her rosy scent, that made me want to keep her forever, and wrapped my arms around her waist so that her face was buried in my chest and before I knew it, I had drifted off to deep sleep.

With her in my arms, just like I wanted.