One Look From Him And I'm Hypnotized

Claire's Pov

There I sat in anticipation, my thoughts clouded by worries about the sort of games my friends were playing.

“You look so beautiful in this blindfold,” a manly voice whispered to me.

“Who are you? I asked curiously.

But I didn't get any response so I asked again.

“Who are you?”

“I'm Alias Dave-Don Carlos, son of Marcel Huston Carlos.” He whispered.

The names I just heard were so intriguing there was something unique about them that caught me attention.

Wow, that's a lot of names!” I yelled.

“Yes Dave is a short form for David meaning dearly beloved while Alias means lion. Don means Boss while Carlos means Strong together they mean the sentence “The beloved Lion, and powerful Boss.” 

Wow, that explains the dominant voice you have.” I whispered.

“You can say that again.” he whispered as he gently unbuttons the top of his shirt.

Though I was able to recognize only the surname Carlos. Because I heard it from one of my friend's lips during one of our gossip sessions. 

“Wait, are you the son of Carlos Pharmaceuticals?” I asked him curiously as my eyeballs were moving aimlessly inside the blindfold.

“Yes I'm his only son but his only male child but I have a younger sister.” He whispered.

I was so thrilled when I heard this because I remembered seeing him and his father on live advertisement channels when I was seventeen. 

and I've been crushing on him since then.

One of my wishes is to meet him in person. Could this be a dream come true? I thought about it to myself.

“What's your beautiful name? If you don't mind me asking.” He whispered.

I hesitated, still lost in thoughts, then I replied.

“My name is Claire Smith!” 

“Wow really! There is only one Smith family. They are the most recognized family in Las Vegas. Wait a minute! Are you the daughter of Edmund Smith, one of the richest and benevolent scientists in Las Vegas? He's also the owner of one of the first labs in Las Vegas

His achievements have been in the viral records in the Vegas spotlight for a long time.

If he's your dad that means you're the daughter of Felicia Smith owner of Felicia Fragrance and Co. 

She's my role model because I love creating perfumes even though I am still a beginner.  

Are you one of them? He asked curiously.

“Yes I am a Smith! The first daughter of Mr and Mrs Smith I have two sisters sadly I have no brothers” I replied in a very sad tone.

“Wow It's a pleasure to meet you! I know you just have a box of wishes and one of them would be having a brother.” he whispered.

The sound of his voice made my body long for him, though I couldn't see his face clearly yet I was already drowning in the sea of imaginations.

“You're right! I have a lot of wishes! But the one that ranks higher is the wish of having a brother!” I yelled.

Your name precedes your beauty though I can't see your face clearly! I'm charmed by the little I've seen.” He whispered as he gently pulled and removed his blind fold.

Hypnotized by his words I gently removed my blindfold.

Immediately, I saw his face. It was more handsome than before.

There was something about his hazy brown eyes, pointed nose and sexy muscle build.

I could see half of his chest, his shirt was kind of tight, this made me very horny.

The way his lips moved, after he pulled off the blindfold and the way his tongue touched his lips caught me off guard.

Are you ok Claire? He asked, still licking his lips seductively as he stared at me.

I sat there still lost in his charming gaze. His smile was short but it was seductive. breathtaking.

“Are you ok Claire?”He asked again, this time his voice was louder.

It brought me back from my imagination state to reality.

“I'm ok I'm just.” I stammered.

“You're nervous I guess. I understand well. It's alright. Please can you tell me more about yourself?” He asked me while still staring into my eyes.

I hesitated for a few minutes then replied.

“You already know my name, I'm a writer, I have written more than a hundred books but I currently have a romance masterpiece which I will be launching soon.

I also love reading books! I'm also an aspiring fashion designer. I design unisex clothes.

I have two wishes in my wishlist or wish boxes they include. I want to be free from my parent's chains, they control everything in life, and I want to acquire masters in fashion designing, and I want to own a fashion brand and I want to be a renowned writer and in the future I want to own a library filled with my own books.” I whispered, staring at him anxiously waiting for his reply.

“Wow, you're a writer, that's amazing! A hundred books is not just an achievement, it's a significant milestone! You must be a passionate writer! Congratulations! Keep it up Claire!” He yelled.

 His words encouraged me and instilled a flame of determination within me, one I thought I had lost.

So I whispered.

Thanks for the encouragement I really appreciate.

“You're welcome, but that's a lot of wishes so I stand corrected. It's not just a box of wishes, it's a list of wishes! Because you said you had two wishes but you ended up mentioning more than two. 

I totally understand every human being on earth has a lot of wishes but sadly not all these wishes would be granted. I'm not saying you should give up hope but you might be lucky.” He replied.

His words were very heavy because I knew very well that my wishes sounded impossible but that wouldn't make me give up hope.

As we stared into each other's eyes I saw the eagerness in his eyes to know more about me but I had to spin the wheel of bonding over to him so I whispered.

“Over to you handsome tell me about yourself, your dreams and wishes?” 

“Ok Claire darling! The obstacles that are fighting against my dreams and wishes are similar to yours.” He whispered, twitching his eye brows, leaving me in absolute suspense.

“How similar is it?” Please tell me I'm all ears? I yelled curiously.

“Well let me give you a glimpse of my world. My family is not a picture perfect family. 

Many people see me and think that because of the wealth of my family I've been given freedom to chase my career, dreams and passions. 

They don't know that behind the curtains of riches there's an ugly chain of solitude and bondage.” He whispered the low sound his voice signified the pain he was feeling which caught my attention and I was eager to hear more.

“Tell me more Handsome!” I'm Curious.” I whispered to him.

He gently took my hands and lifted me up. He too got on his feet.

Then he whispered to me. dance with me Claire while I continue.”

He placed his right hand around my waist while my right hand was on his shoulder.

While he was holding my waist he squeezed it gently and twitched his eye brows.

As we danced to the slowed version of Taylor Swift’s daylight. 

He continued taking:

“Just like you I have a list of wishes, I'm currently twenty nine years old! All my life I have been living to please my parents. 

I've always wanted to be an artist. I dream of owning my own art gallery someday. 

Also I wish to become a perfumer! I've admired your mother's brand for a long time like I told you earlier.

 I love creating perfumes with chemicals I buy with my allowance! But my dad wants me to take over his Pharmaceutical company.” He whispered these words to me, tears rolled down from his eyes. I brought a handkerchief from the bag and wiped them off.

His story didn't just touch me. I'm so It completely resonated with mine

I know how you feel so I whispered to him.

“Sometimes I ask myself if I am living my life for my parents.” 

“Me too, I ask myself that same question.” My dad forced me to study pharmacy after high school. He didn't care about my own choice. I had no choice so I did as he pleased. 

But he still wasn't satisfied that he keeps reminding me of the family business up till today.” he whispered in a tearful choice.

This part of his story was identical to mine so I felt the pain in his voice.

“I'm really sorry I just don't understand why our parents don't want us to choose our careers. It's the twenty-first century for crying out loud!” I yelled.

“Me too, I just don't get it.” He whispered as he gently squeezed my waist again.

He smiled and twitched his eyebrows again. Then his hands gradually moved to my backside. He firmly squeezed it which made me shiver.

“Easy tiger, you're too fast.” I whispered he smiled again and squeezed my backside harder this time I felt his body against mine.

As we stared at each other, dancing slowly to the rhythm of Taylor Swift's Daylight slowed version 

His dominance over my body made me want him the most.

Suddenly, a phone rang out. At first we ignored it and continued dancing but it persisted.

But the sound of the phone was deafening.

Suddenly, he let go of me and whispered.

“I think it's mine.”.

He put his hands into his bag, shockingly it was his phone. He gave me a strange look and whispered again.

“Can I take this please?” He whispered his voice sounded alarming.

“You're free," I replied.

He picked up the call and walked away.

I gently sat down on the dinner table and I watched my friends as they danced with their dates.

Before I knew it twenty minutes had gone. I wanted to go check on him but I hesitated accepting the fact that it might be an urgent call.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed. I became very disturbed what kind of emergency call would take this long.

I became impatient. I stood up from the chair and headed outside the restaurant hoping to see him.

Unfortunately I got there and he was nowhere to be found. He just vanished like that without a trace. 

“What could be the reason? Was the c

all that urgent? He should have informed me that he wasn't coming back now he has left me in a confused state. Now what do I do?”

I whispered to myself.