Love at first sight?

Instead of a slap or a punch, he caresses my cheek before tilting my head with his fingers on my chin.

"Open your eyes." He orders, but I vigorously shake my head, I am not looking in this man's eyes before he kills me. I will die like a cool lead in a movie, with pride.

"I will ask one more time, open your eyes."

Okay pride is not a thing to be proud of, I slowly open my eyes to meet his brown lustful eyes. Wait a minute lustful, why is he lustful? Oh, hell no,

"Is this a sadistic or masochistic trait?" sometimes I wish my brain and lips do not connect, voicing out this is going to lead to torture before he beheads me. He is taken aback by the comment, "I didn't mean it for you, it is this story I was reading last night that I am thinking about." I explained dumbly.

He rolls his eyes, "what is your name?" he seductively asks, okay he might have not been seductive, but no man around me had spoken in such a sexy tone to me, let me have my heroine in a novel moment.

"Ka…. Kaleah. Kaleah Huxley."

"Are you a masochistic Kaleah?"

How dare he? What does he take me for. "Sir I am absolutely not interested in you in any way possible, not sexually, intellectually, emotionally nor spiritually. If I were a man, my thing would not even stand by looking at you."

Word vomit, he smiles yet again before smirking at me. "But Kaleah is not a man, why are you making instances when you were a man" he grins, "is it that you are not aware of how a woman feels when she is sexually aroused?"

"What? How? I am absolutely not a virgin." I was, yep a virgin at 24, many would question why I hadn't did the deed with James, but I wasn't ready. Others would reward James for cheating since he was not sexually satisfied, to those I say, 'screw you.'

"If you were not clumsy I would say you were cute. But you are too clumsy to be cute," he brings his lips to my check before brushing them to my ear, 'I would have taught you a lot about a woman's body, I have a lot of experience pleasing women" he taunts me with his godly voice.

"Mr Beckett you have a girlfriend." I push him quickly before I remember why I put him first in my bucket list. Gorgeous men are dangerous, I look away to hide my blushing face. "I should go make Zoey's milk." I move away from him before he could reply. I repeat Gorgeous men are dangerous.

I can still feel his eyes on me even when I am making the bottle, but I dare not look back. In what universe do you stare directly at the sun? I can hears his footsteps as he walks away, and as I feel him gone I sighed both physically and internally. "You really need to check your surroundings before you react Kaleah." Of course, he is still here, he still stands at the door with all his godly glory, he smiles before leaving.

"I want to move out."

That is the first thing Cyan is greeted with this morning, the agitated me who wants to run away from Clayton Beckett.

"What? Kaleah, what are you on about?" Cyan who was busy rocking Zoey asked as I storm in 'our' bedroom.

"Your brother, I cannot live with that man."

"What did that bear do now?"

"It is not what he did, it is just, he is just too much."

"What do you mean?"

A mature feminine reply instead. Cyan's grandmother, one of the most feared business women in her times, she had an art collection at approximately 2 million $. Melisa Beckett still looking as gorgeous in her 80s.

"They were flirting at the kitchen just now." Melisa says, chuckling and she enter the room.

"No, Mrs Beckett, it is not like that."

"You flirted with Clay? Wait you had always had a crush on him, so it is not surprising."

"I didn't flirt with him, he threatened me." I defend myself.

Melisa laughs before sitting next to me, "Oh child you need not to lie to us, I saw Clay laughing like a small boy with a crush for the first time today."

"Clay was what? Oh my God, how did this even happen? We need to find a new place to live." Cyan panic, to her it was a bad sign that Clayton was doing this, he must have been baiting her friend so he can find a reason to kick her out.

"Shut up child," Melisa scolds before turning to me. I know this face, oh, Cyan had used the face too many times to swindle me.

"I am sorry Mrs Beckett, but whatever the favour you want to ask. I will not be able to."

She is shocked first but he lips curve into a smile, so graceful, so beautiful. This family's beautiful genes shine bright.

"Call me Melisa, or just say grandma." She smiles again, with a face full of mischief.

"Um…"

"Grandmother, no." Cyan scolds.

"I hear you need to get married in order to keep your citizenship in this country." Both Cyan and I gulps, she does not mean harm, but I know she is up to something sinister. I had lived with her granddaughter for years.

"Yes ma'am."

"I know a good candidate who will not only keep you safe, but is also filthy rich, you and your sister and would live wonderfully."

"Really?"

"Grandmother." Cyan tries to stop her grandmother again but she is met with glaring eyes.

"Yes, but there is a catch." She continues, he gentle hands held mine and I had thank all the stars of the universe to even be able to tough this woman.

"Grandmother." Cyan tries to interject but is met with a glare that shuts her up abruptly. That is some supper power.

"What is the catch?"

"When you meet him in the blind date, you need to talk about how you fell for him at first sight."

"What if he doesn't like me?"

"There is no way he would like a precious gem as yourself. Do you want to try it?"

"Um…. It worth a shot." Yes Melisa Beckett would never choose a stalker like Cyan. He must be a good man.

With my answer she shoots me a smile before asking Cyan to follow her.

"Wait for a few days, I will set up the date for you." That were Melisa Beckett's parting words.

Cyan and I had made sure to file a restraining order against Ellen Mule that afternoon. We had left Zoey with Melisa and surprisingly she didn't reject Melisa, she must have sensed the greatness Melisa held.

Though it was sort of safe to go back to my apartment, both Melisa and Cyan voted against me leaving the mansion, so I had to live in the same house as Clayton, 'protect me from the devil' I clenched my fist and pray to not meet Clayton in all my stay here. But fate never loved me.