Rooftop

"Stalking is when two people go out on a romantic walk together but only one person knows about it"

Christian Allister

Admist the chaos, when she thought no one was watching, I saw her leaving. But that is the thing, when you think that no one was watching there is always someone who is watching you. Like I am, right now. 

Any person might that maybe she is going towards restroom but I know better. How? Because I designed this whole fucking building. I am familiar with every nook and cranny of this venue as it come under Shine group.

Leaving the shadows I follow behind her, like a stalker I have become today and all for this woman. I know stalking is a bad thing and I am absolutely against it but looks like I am not, when it comes to Miss Wildfire aka Sloane Kingston. Yeah I googled and found her full name. I definitely was not going to ask Alexander more about her. Bastard always loved to gossip more than women and I cannot give him anything about my interests so that he can hold a sword against my neck later. We have been friends from childhood and no one knows him better than me so, better be safe than sorry tomorrow. 

Passing the hall, I follow her to corridor and see her going towards the lift. Hell, even I don't know why I am following her like a creep. It's like a compulsion flowing in my veins urging me to follow every whim and demand of this creepy side of mine , that I have discovered today. What to do, some people bring worst out of you. And for me that someone is Sloane Kingston.

The moment she arrived in that room like a temptation, tempting every man present there to sin, I knew that all my plans for today were burned in ashes. There is something unique about Sloane - she never requires attention of other people because the road on which she walks on never goes unnoticed, the authority that her aura has, the fire that burns in the depth of those mysterious eyes, pulls me towards her with a strong magnetic force.

She enters the elevator and it goes up. The only floor above this is the last one, i.e the rooftop. What the hell she wants to do on rooftop? And that too alone? Or is someone waiting for her there? Won't know till I find out on my own.

A minute passes and then I enter another elevator. Not want to get caught following her so one has to take some precautions. The moment I enter the rooftop I am left stunned. 

Sloane fucking Kingston was standing on the railing of the rooftop right now! What the hell is she thinking by climbing on the railing of the rooftop?! Does she have a death wish? Considering her actions I have a suspicion that maybe she has. After all who with the sane mind will climb on the railing of the rooftop of the building which has 30 floors? Absolutely the one and only Sloane Kingston.

I take a step towards her to stop her whatever she is going to do but my legs halt on their own when I see next. She spreads her hands in the air, wide, just like a phoenix spreading it's wings for her first flight, first freedom, ready to fly Here I thought she couldn't look anymore beautiful and again she proved me wrong.

As if the scene before me was not enough for my heart, the next moment air is knocked out of my lungs. She smiled! Sloane Kingston who Alexander just called an Ice Queen fucking smiled! I am not day dreaming right? Three weeks before and today at the party there was not a single moment where I could see a genuine smile which reached her eyes. Like she was actually feeling happy while standing there on that railing. At that moment I was mesmerized. I nearly forgot where she was standing.

I feel like a lucky bastard to witness one of her most precious smile. So what if I stole this moment sneakily. I don't even feel a bit of remorse for breaching her privacy after what I have witnessed. Even if I should.

She remained standing there for sometime. Even when my heart was banging so loudly in my chest that I am afraid, it may come out anytime, I do not disturb her moment. These moments gave her a real smile and something in me tells me that she needs these minutes and deserve them. So no matter how scared I am right now, I leave her be.

The most astonishing thing right now is my reaction. I have encountered many people in my life but no one, absolutely no one brings out the type of reactions this woman brings out of me. If anyone might be standing on the railing just like she is right now, I would be in control, with a calm mind and collected emotions. I would know what to do in these types of situation. But with her my mind goes blank and my instincts take over.

She drops down from the railing and stands there for a while, enjoying the chaos of the city. I take out my cigarette & stand there with a hand in my pocket, leaning towards the doorframe and blow the smoke. The view of her back mixed with the smoke is so stunning that I can say with a guarantee it will be forever be engraved in my mind - strong, independent and mysterious.

I could never forget our first meeting. She is unique in her own. Nobody in my lifetime dared to treat me like the way she did. Either they cower in fear or are boot-lickers who only want power. Even strangers are mindful of there behaviors because the aura that I emit is of dangers, mystery, authority. Everyone thinks twice before crossing me. 

But this woman , I swear when god was making her he used a special mould - 'Exclusively made for Sloane Kingston' I still haven't forgotten about that tiramisu & soon I will equal the scores. Now that I know who she is, it will be more easy. 

I admit that this woman has started living in my mind permanently since I met her. I don't think it is going to change anytime soon. After all I have found my new favorite hobby - stalking Sloane Kingston.