Blue grey. That was the color of his eyes. Like that time when day was breaking away into nightfall, and there were storm clouds brewing. And the day was unsure of whether or not leave. The blue outstaged by the grey. Not a team, but a rivalry that still managed to be beautiful, to gain sighs from all those who looked above.
I pushed those stupid thoughts aside and tried to concentrate on just being mad.
He returned my weak stare with one of his own. I lost the battle before it even began. Looking down, I bit my bottom lip, the action done out of the nervousness I was only beginning to feel.
He took a step forward, he was trying to intimidate me.
Part of my brain wanted me to stand my ground, literally.It wanted me to stay right where I was standing and not move an inch. But that part only consisted of about two percent of my brain, so it wasn't really that strong.
" I like this streak of defiance you're choosing to showcase, " he brought his hand to my cheek, lightly touched it before tucking my hair behind my ear.And just like that it started happening again.
I started feeling vulnerable and in need of him. That singular touch ignited a flaming fire inside me.And I wanted more, but this time I was at least sane enough to realise what was going on. I intended to take a step back but he suddenly wrapped his hand around my neck. Strong enough for me to stay put, but still gentle enough to ensure he didn't hurt me.
How he did it was a mystery to me. I wondered how he found that balance in between gentle and rough.
" Your gentleness turns me on...." he tightened his hold a fraction before loosening it.I sucked in a breath and very slowly looked up at him." but your streak of fire burns me completely. " he said. The timber in his cultured voice vibrating through my skin.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. " I don't know what's just gotten over you sweetheart but I kind of like it, "
He bent down to my ear, his breath hot. I shivered.
" So now, you'll change into a dress, tie your hair up and meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes, clear? " he didn't wait for my response but rather stepped away from me and slipped away.
One moment he was there and the next he was out the door. I was so screwed, I realised.
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Gabriel's POV
She sat across from me at the little secluded corner. I rather liked this restaurant. There weren't that many customers and the spot we were allocated to dine at was private...intimate if you ask me.
The universe just kept pushing us closer and closer together. This was a sign. A higher power wanted me to fuck Layla just as much as I did. And who was I to defy it?
She wore black jeans and a white v-necked top. Which meant she had gone against my orders to wear a dress, but I chose to not bring it up. Her modesty would always amaze me, and considering that we were in public with other makes around, I didn't mind it one bit.
Her skin was mine to see and touch as far as i was concerned.
Despite her earlier argument about not being hungry, she ate up nearly everything on her plate. And whatever she didn't eat i believe was reserved out of etiquette. Like it would be disrespectful for her to go to a fancy restaurant, order a fancy meal and eat every bite of it.
She must have watched that in a movie. Or perhaps she was imitating everyone else who was currently in that place.
She wrapped her slender fingers around her glass of orange juice and held onto it. She didn't take a sip but rather held onto the glass as if she was getting strength from it. Then she looked up at me with such intensity I almost didn't recognize her.
" No. " she said. Loud and very clear, she was so clear in fact that i heard each one of the two syllables carefully pronounced.
I was honestly confused
" I beg your lovely pardon sweetheart? "
She straightened her shoulders and looked at me straight in my eyes. It was a challenging stare... goodness, I wondered where all this was coming from.
" I said no. I'm not interested in your earlier preposition. And I'd appreciate it if you never brought it up again thank you. "
" I told you to take your time and think about it. If I require a response then I shall personally ask for one. "
" I don't don't need time . My mind is made up and I'm not going to change it any time soon."
" Well we had an agreement and it would just be rude to act contrary to it. "
She glared at me with a look that said I infuriated her so much she wanted to scream and rip my eyes out. I smiled at her, confident she would do no such thing because hey, they were very lovely eyes.
" Jesus Christ!!! Why are you so...so..." she fisted her hands as she sought the perfect word to call me. I noticed her struggle and offered my help.
" Charming?.." she scoffed as if feeling defeated.." tall? ..." she rolled her eyes..." impeccable?..." she let out a weak sigh. I was about to say stylish when she chirped in.
" Difficult! Why are you so difficult and persistent and proud and ...and..."
" Stylish? " I finally got a chance to offer.
She shook her head and mumbled something under her breath before reaching for her purse and attempting to stand and probably walk away. I reached underneath the tablecloth and gripped her thigh. She sucked in a breath, her eyes narrowing as she sat back down.
" Let go of me! " her voice was hushed. I think she was trying her best to not draw any unnecessary attention.
" There's a party tonight, " I informed her, suddenly remembering it myself.
" What? "
" My friend Miguel is getting married and he's hosting an engagement party at his restaurant tonight. We'll attend and then you can give me your answer there. "
" I don't wanna go. And I already gave you my answer. "
" Which I will ignore until you tell it to me again at the party. "
" But.."
" Why are you always so ready to turn down my every request? Have you considered that I wouldn't be so difficult if you said yes to me every once in a while?"
" But all your requests are always absurd. "
" Ouch sweetheart. You wound my ego.. I like it. "
I smirked and she reached down and removed my hand from her thigh with more force than was necessary.
" I have a headache. Can we go back home?"
Home. I liked how she said that word as if she were referring to a private place meant for us only. To hear her utter it moved something inside me, but I pushed it aside very quickly.
" A headache you say? " She nodded and i could tell she was lying. There was this wrinkle that appeared on her forehead whenever she lied.
" I have the best cure for your headache. " I cheerfully announced as i stood up and waited for her to do the same.
" Sleep?" she asked and i chuckled at the hope and fear in her voice.
" Nope... shopping. Nothing soothes the mind better than a good old fashioned shopping spree. "
I'm pretty sure it was the exact opposite. Shopping tended to give more headaches than it cured and there was a chance that Layla would acquire an actual one on this mission, but for once i was in the mood to pick through racks of clothes.
I did have a clothing line so it was no stress whatsoever. It was also free.
Layla protested all the way from the restaurant to the store but I assured her that it would be fun.So I held her hand and pulled her inside along with me.
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Each time she walked into that changing room I was left with nothing but my wild imagination. I imagined her stripping down every last bit of clothing she had on and standing naked as she manuevered her way around the new outfit chosen for her by Sara, the personal shopper I asked to assist us.
And now that i had actually seen her half naked it was worse. I got hard again and silently cursed under my breath. She had of course said no to my preposition but there's no way she meant it. And as I stood there, in the middle of my clothing store, another brilliant idea began brewing in my creative mind.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her, that much i was sure of. So there was no way I was going to let her fear of mutual intimacy get in the way of is. And tonight at that party she was going to say yes.