Chapter 4 _____ Like My Gift?

|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

The air thickened around me, suffocating without any proper reason since I couldn't feel anything except those tattooed arms around my waist. Each time, we moved with the rhythm, his sleeves rolled up, displaying those scary tattoos.

It was just a dance! Did he have to threaten me like that?

His eyes held a contended smile when my body moved along as per his wishes..well, it was an order. He asserted his name like a king as if he could do anything if I refused to compile his order. I never wanted to dance with him since his presence scared the hell out of me. The intimidation was so much that I could barely breathe properly. But my father's business wasn't running too well in these last years. I didn't want to put his business in danger because of my disturbing mood.

" You were in love By Bryska" were playing in the background. The slow, sensual tone was developing an unhealthy romantic atmosphere, not for me.

" Why are you doing this to me? Do we even know each other?", I mouthed, sighing in relief when the beat allowed me to step away from him.

His lips curved up maliciously, watching my move with so much intensity that left me breathless. His arms brought me closer again, forcing me to bump into his solid chest. His muscles felt so strong that I could feel them through clothes. He breathed his words out, wiggling his ass to match my rhythm,

" I get what I like, pretty girl. It was just a dance yet you turned me down.. again.."

My brows rose up to tighten, wondering what he meant by 'again' because we just knew each other.

 Didn't we?

My lips parted to ask him back then I saw those envious glares from ladies. A few steps back, I spotted Anastasia with a pale face. Next to her, Jasper was clenching his jaw hard. A pure bliss of satisfaction poured over my heart. I was even more eager to dance with this Mr.Azarel De Luca now. Getting out of my discomfort zone, I wrapped my arms around his neck passionately. His eyes held a surprise for a moment then he reacted by pressing me harder against him. Suddenly, his touch on my waist felt burning as if they were waking some sleeping demons inside me.

How could a man be so intimidating and sexy at the same time?

I bit my lips, wondering and looked deep into his mysterious eyes. He groaned, giving me a sly smirk,

" I like it when you are trying to act daring."

I rolled my eyes, groaning internally,

" I am always like that. Can we stop the dance now? Everyone is watching!"

He chuckled, raising his brows playfully,

" Isn't that what you wanted?"

My jaw dropped, wondering how the hell he knew about my intention.

Was it too obvious to observe, Jasper?

" I have an offer for you, Miss Stevens.", he voiced, holding up slightly before placing my feet down. His voice didn't sound good to me yet I was eager to know what this devil-like man had his store for me.

I murmured, stretching my arms in the air to flow with the nearly ending beat,

" What's that? I have already danced like you wished."

He let out a dark chuckle, dragging me closer to put my thumbs on his shoulder,

" Be my mistress! I can give you anything!"

As if I was electrified, I pushed him away, jumping back to stare at him in disbelief. No wonder, he was nice to me from the beginning. No wonder, he was trying to blackmail me. Because he was no exceptional than others who considered us models as their personal whores.

As his smirk didn't fade away from his lips, I stomped forward, anger getting out of control. Without any words, I slapped him hard with disgust,

" Fuck you!"

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|| Azrael De Luca's POV ||

" Breaking News: The rising model Star, Kiera Stevens's has slapped Azrael De Luca in a public party. Citizens are wondering what has gone wrong between these two!"

The tabloids were flooding with new headlines, bringing more commotion with each piece of news. I didn't avert my eyes from the news, reviving the memories from tonight's party. Although, her slap was long gone, my skin still felt it every bone and through.

" Don, do..do you want me to suppress the news?", Matteo spoke in a very nervous voice. Ever since, she slapped me, I was silent after breaking tons of stuff in my office. Everyone saw the slap but I saw the humiliation in a public party by a woman. Don Azrael De Luca was slapped by a cheap Model in front of the whole country.

Damn! It was her luck that she had walked out alive from the party!

Just one bullet was enough to show her mistake but no, I wanted more from her. I wanted to show her the humiliation that he brought on me. From impression to hatred, she had successfully sealed a lifetime hatred for her inside me.

" No need, Matt! She will do everything eventually!", I mumbled, pulling out a cigarette to light it up casually. These days, my therapist had done a great job. Even though, I was angry, I managed to school myself to stay calm.

Matteo tightened his brows together, pursuing his lips to blurt his confusion,

" But Don...the news may affect your image.."

I laughed angrily, turning around to press my back against the glass wall. The smoke coming out of my cigarette was getting stronger, clouding the vision in front of me. I muttered with a snort,

" I was never a man with a good reputation, Matt. Kiera Stevens has to pay for laying her hand on me. Stay Calm! Harrison has gone to take care of her gifts. You just sit back! "

I plopped over the couch, crossing my arms to wait for Harrison's news. The first time I saw her, I wanted to treat her like a queen but now, she will be my whore just like those slaves.

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|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

I hugged my knees, tired after hours of crying. It was already late past 2 a.m yet I couldn't sleep because for the first time in years,my father told me that I was destroying his life and his career. As soon as I slapped him at the party, the news had broken the internet like wildfire. It didn't pass attention to my father and he was mad at me. Azrael De Luca was the most powerful man in this business world currently. He was new to this state but had already expanded so much powers that he could destroy us single-handedly.

I screwed up this time! I should have handled it wisely! Why did I had to slap him in front of everyone?

Nothing could mend the mistake that I had done tonight. This time, I didn't put myself in danger only but also my father's business had been put at risk.

How could I act so reckless?

" Mam!", our maid Nancy knocked on the door, waiting for my permission. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I replied in a sober voice,

" Yes, come in!"

Nancy pushed open the door with her butt, her hand holding a giant wrapping box. It seemed like a present. She informed me, giving me a pitiful glance,

" I am sorry to disturb you Mam but a parcel has been sent in your name."

Stunned, I sneaked a glance of my table clock. Who could send me a parcel at midnight!

Swallowing, I dismissed Nancy after she dropped the box on my bed. Once she was gone, I searched for the sender name which was nowhere to be seen. Breathing in and out nervously, I unwrapped the gift box to look into it. Later, it was opened and all I could see a pile of photographs lying inside.

As soon as I brought them under my eyes, a gasp escaped from my lips, tears welled up my eyes. I read the content over the image blankly,

" Like My Gift, Pretty Girl?"