KISSED

Miriam’s POV 

I could not meet his gaze. It felt like I was having a stand off with a lion.

He said he was a mere carpenter but he gave off the vibes of a mafia lord no one would want to mess with.

“Well…I can't remember any of that.” I lied. 

I remember it well. How I was going about saying I was getting divorced just because I had not heard from my husband for some days.

But it was not just my fault, he was also at fault for abandoning me.

“Oh..really?” He asked, taking a few steps closer while I took a few steps backward.

His gaze made me feel like a prey. And he would jump me any moment from now.

“Ye…yes.” I stuttered, still not meeting his eyes.

“Hmmmm…. interesting. Now tell me, do you want to get a divorce?” He whispered into my ears.

I was so lost in my thoughts I had no idea when he moved so close. 

He was fast, how was it possible for him to move so fast and I did not notice.

“I….” I muttered under my breath not knowing how to respond.

I had no idea why I suddenly lost my ability to speak anytime he came close to me.

“Answer me.” He gently lifts my face up with his fingers. And as soon as my eyes locked with his now softened gaze I suddenly felt relieved

He no longer looked like he was going to eat me alive. Instead he looked at me with such gentleness it made my heart flutter.

“No…” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

I was so close to him, I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips.

“Good…because I do not divorce Miriam, only death can separate us.” For a second, maybe I was just hallucinating but it felt like the softness of his eyes vanished. It happened so fast it made me feel like I was imagining things.

Maybe his words should have scared me, but instead it made me giddy. 

He wanted me. That feeling made my heart race.

And like a love fool I nodded my head. 

“Now kiss me.” He whispers, I almost did not hear it.

“Huh?” I asked, completely caught off guard by his response but before I could react his lips were on top of mine.

“Lazar…” I gasped out while he devoured my lips.

His arm circled my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand wrapped around my neck, holding my face in place and stopping me from moving.

I struggled trying to break free from his grasp, he was being so aggressive it was starting to get scary and I could barely get any oxygen to my lungs.

“Lazar….” I gasped again but still he made no efforts to stop.

It was like he had lost his mind.

I had to free myself because I was going to lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

Without any form of hesitation I raised my knee and struck the palace that the sun did not shine.

“Ughhhhh.” He groaned, doubling over, his lips finally leaving mine as he buried his face into the crock of my neck groaning in pain.

I pushed him with all my might and without thinking I smacked his face, hard, my chest heaving up and down.

I was pissed off not because I did not want to kiss him but because he was forcing himself on me. 

Who the hell does he think he is? But then as soon as my hand left his face, I instantly felt guilty.

He stood still, his palm on the spot I had smacked him, a shocked expression on his face.

I know I was angry but this was the first time in my life I had ever hit a man. 

“I….I..did not mean to…I am sorry “ I apologized.

His eyes found mine, I expected him to be angry or mad but instead he looked happy?

He had a small smile at the corner of his lips as he stared at me.

Was this man a psycho? Who the hell smiles after being slapped?

“Are you okay?” I asked. Maybe I hit him harder than I thought and his brain was affected.

“Do you know you are the only woman who has hit me?” He said, his smile getting wider and wider with each second that passed.

His words were startling. “What? What about your mum?” I asked.

“She wouldn't dare.” He said and my eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Wouldn't dare’? What the hell? Who was this man? 

“I…I am sorry.” I apologized again, not wanting to push the topic.

One second he is hot, the next he is scary and then weird.

“No…don't apologize I should be the one saying sorry. I lost control and I promise you it will never happen again.” He said, grabbing my palm and softly massaging the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Ohhhh…so where were you all week?” I asked, wanting to change the topic now that I know talking about divorce gets him triggered.

“I went on a business trip.” He replied…vaguely.

I already knew he went on a business trip although he told me through a text. 

“I know that already? Where did you go?” I asked, folding my arms on my chest as I gave him my serious look.

Instead, he took a step closer, bending down slightly so we were at the same height. I instantly felt the relief in my neck.

“London.” 

Wait, he travels out of the country? I thought he was just a carpenter.

“I thought you said you were a carpenter?”

“Well we had a job outside the country. My boss sent me there to finalize things.” He explained.

I don't know what it was, but I had a strange feeling that he was hiding something from me, but with his face so close to mine with a flirtatious look in his eyes I could barely think.

“What's the name of your company again?” I asked.

From what I recall he never told me the name of the company.

“Gorgeous.” He said.

My brows furrowed in confusion. ‘Gorgeous?’ I have never heard that name before.

“Where is it located?” I asked.

“You look gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you that you have a very captivating gaze, I feel like you are sucking me in.” He whispered and I immediately lost all sense of reason.

The name of the company is not gorgeous. He was saying I was gorgeous.

My cheeks instantly became hot while I avoided his gaze. He was a very good flirt.

“Look at me…. please.” He begged, surprising me.

“Lazar…” 

“I want you Miriam.” 

I had no idea how to respond to his confession. Although one might think I was in a relationship with William. We were never intimate. Not because I was waiting for marriage or anything but because…. it just did not feel right.

But with Lazar…he made me feel things I could not explain.

“I want you too.” I replied.

His palm soft made it way from my hand down to my waist, gently pulling me closer, our faces inches away.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. 

He asked for permission and it felt like fireworks were exploding in my heart.

“Yes.” 

And his lips met mine this time his lips were more gentler and softer. 

I could drown in his touch.