JULIA’S POV
I stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention murdering someone. Am I about to witness a plot of murder I thought. Chills ran down my spine and my head felt light, my knees wobbled, and my mouth suddenly became dry as I became aware of how stupid I had been to wander around when I was this drunk. I should call someone I thought fumbling for my bag.
“Have you ever heard that it is disrespectful to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation,” there was a pause. “And not once but twice, pretty little thing?”
My bag dropped. That was the hot stranger’s voice and it was closer than it was seconds ago, so close… because he had covered the distance between us and now, he was talking to me. He had a remote with him and just like that, my cover was gone because he had switched on the light at the threshold of the door where I stood and was now taking me in and being very obvious about it.
Fuck me!
I looked up slowly taking in his Armani pair of impossibly black shiny shoes, black slacks that encased calves that stretched endlessly making me realize just how tall he was. Of course, I knew the man was tall, I have been watching him for hours but now that he stood in front of me, towering over me and I was looking up to meet his gaze, the difference in our height was just mind-blowing. The sheer size of him dwarfed me.
I opened my mouth to say words while elevating my head all the way so I can peer into his face.
Regardless of how long I had been staring at him and soaking his features in everything about him was still stunning: Red perfect cupid bows, smoldering turquoise eyes that were more green than blue when you come closer and those cheekbones and jawline should be outlawed.
His black hair was casually piled on top of each other, some of them plastered on his forehead and I could tell that although he looked like a dream, he had been putting his hand through his hair which means he was stressed by the situation he has been talking about on the phone despite his cold tone.
“What? Pretty little thing!” I asked in shock eying him. Although he looked like a god, I haven’t forgotten that he is a terrible person. He had made that girl cry. “Did you just call me a thing?” I rolled my eyes deciding to ignore his choice of words and how objectifying they were. “I will be on my way if you don’t mind, thank you.”
“Thank me?” he scoffed and I love the sound of his annoyance so much, it was almost insane. “Why were you watching me?” he moved closer to me and my heartbeat ricocheted. I could feel his breath against my face as he leaned into me slowly, one of his hands on the side of my head while he masterfully pinned me to the door I had been leaning against moments ago while I hide.
“Are you drunk?!” he looked amused as he leaned more into me and then perhaps it was my imagination or just my hazy vision but I saw his eyes flicker to my lips for mere seconds. “You smell like vodka and look like sin. Didn’t anyone warn you about strangers waiting in dark alleyways or in this case strange rooms wanting to take advantage of girls that look like you?”
“I am not scared of you,” I stuttered hating myself for destroying the brave image I was trying to project. I eyed him. “And I am not drunk just a little tipsy and what exactly do you mean by girls who look like me?” I asked, my heart plummeting while I wish he will tell me something so rude that will make it calm down.
He grinned at me in a way that was both sensual and scary. My heartbeat thundered and my breast pebbled at the same time which was the craziest thing I have ever experienced. “Pure, Virginal, fucking snow white. Like a goody two shoe.” he licked his lower lips and my eyes followed the movement regardless of how much I wanted to act disinterested. “But you should be scared of me especially since you just heard me talk about killing someone.”
I gulped audibly. “My friend knows where I am. She will find me and__” I would have sold him that lie easily if he didn’t look so fucking beautiful while he stared at me amused by my obvious lie. The universe was unfair, why must the man who might want to hurt me be this good-looking? couldn’t he be a gangly-looking mugger with bad breath? Not one that smelt like bad decisions and scotch? His cologne didn’t help too and I just wanted to sink my hand into his hair and make his job of killing me so easy.
“I think that your drunk friend doesn’t know where you are or that you enjoy watching strangers while you lean against a wall like a stalker. She might not even realize you are gone.” He had a smirk on his face. He was obviously enjoying this.
Sadist.
He lifted one of his hands and I flinched but when he rested it on my hair, caressing it even, my brow rose.
His hand left my hair and soon his thumb was on my lower lips, tracing the seams with a playful gaze in his eyes that I met with a challenging one as I opened my mouth and took his thumb in.
He looked taken aback. “Do you do this with every man who seems like a potential serial killer?”
I smirked because the joke is on him. I am about to die anyway. I had forgotten.
I released his thumb with a pop. “No… just the good-looking ones who are assholes and think I look like a good girl.”
He laughed and suddenly I felt it, the worst kind of migraine, my eyes becoming droopy, my legs giving in and the last thing I felt before something or someone caught me was pure humiliation.
DAMON’S POV
“You don’t look as angry as I had expected,” Mathew sulked as I poured myself a shot of vodka and down it in one gulp because someone’s breath had made me want vodka badly. But now I think of it especially since I had to deal with her losing consciousness in my arm by asking my driver to take care of her and drop her at her home when she was sober enough to provide her address, I should be furious.
But it wasn’t like I was about to tell that to my best friend who had just dropped into the room, and poured himself a shot of vodka like he wasn’t an hour and five minutes late.
Mathew Grey was the only thing my father had done right although for his selfish interest. He had introduced me to the son of the Bravta overlord so he could keep me busy trying to win the heart of the Bravta while he cheated on my Ma.
At first, I found it ridiculous that a Bravta lord’s son smiled so much and just thought him a big joke to the mafias while I hung around him in school like a grumpy grey cloud but I grew to respect him when with that same dimpled smile I watched him torture his first victim in our initiation rite.
Even, sometimes to me, his unpredictability was scary because with me that almost never smiles all the time my ruthlessness is expected but I can’t tell with him even after fifteen years. He is my best friend, just saying the word makes me feel ridiculous but I trust him with my life and he had been through hell and back with me, for me, and was also my second in command so it is okay that he is a bit weird and gets off on my anger.
“I don’t know…” I trailed off knowing he was still waiting for a reply of sorts even though he had not asked a question.
He arched his brow at me. “For some reason, I might think you look excited if I didn’t know better but I do fortunately and a little birdie told me Rebecca was here. I had been looking forward to your irritation at her clinginess plus your disbelief at Macauley’s refusal but… there is nothing. What am I missing?”
“Rebecca or Becca,” I coldly deadpanned with unmasked irritation and he grinned.
I glared at him and he chuckled even more.
“Give me something more original. I have known you for fifteen years and you have only looked at me like you want to murder me ever since I got in here which is normal. I should be spotting a black eye while you attempt to do just that,” he pouted looking disappointed. “I am wearing my favorite white shirt. You should do something about making it not so spotless!”
“And that’s why I am scared you have stayed alive all this while,” I mused more to myself as I wonder if Mathew was right. The dynamic of our friendship was not the most conventional and so I tend to take my anger out on him when I get upset and he riles me up but he had been at it for hours and all I have felt is mild annoyance at most.
And I never feel mild annoyance ever with him perhaps mild thought of assassination whenever I look at his surfer blonde hair, green eyes, and vain pretty boy facial bone structure that I have always wanted to roughen up with a broken nose. But, I have never gotten that lucky despite all the times I get close enough to murdering him or him, me.
Was this new feeling all because of the stranger who had looked as cliche as an angel with pale blonde hair, pale skin, and electrifying big blue eyes that just disarms you completely since it is unexpected?
She had seemed surreal, like an image out of a bedtime story just leaning against the wall, her bag clutched to her chest, her eyes wide and her gown showing off sinful curves and endless legs. It had felt funny that she thought she was doing a good job hiding since she particularly just glowed and the shock in her eyes had almost compelled a peal of laughter from me.
I have met my fair share of beautiful women but none looked like her, none had pale red pouty lips that looked so soft and have made me so curious to know what it feels like to kiss them, skin so white I wonder how they will look with my finger imprinted on a particular part of her body, and hair so white I really wanted to fist my hand around them while I fuck her in different positions and see if they still reminded me of an angel's.
She wasn’t my type. She was everything I hated in a woman; doe-eyed, innocent, and she even went as far as looking like a fucking angel. I should have found everything about her ridiculous from her Rapunzel light blonde hair and how frightened she had been when I had her against the wall yet so excited but I had been… curious.
That should be it.
“Who was it?” Mathew asked looking at me knowingly. “It wasn’t Becca so who was she…” he smirked. “Or he?”
I down my shot of vodka wondering if it will taste differently if I had fucked common reason and kiss her like I was so close to doing before she dropped unconscious. “It was nobody.”
His eyes bore into mine.
“Oh fuck off,” I muttered pouring myself another shot of vodka still not forgetting how much I would have liked to dirty a particular woman as punishment for popping so much in my thoughts even without being under me.
“I just… is it only me that thinks it is strange you went from fuming mad and wanting to kill someone to indifference?” Mathew continued but my thought was fixated on something or rather on someone else entirely.
JULIA’S POVA four-poster bed covered with Sofia the first bedsheets and matching cover cases, a mortifying amount of Zayn and Harry styles posters that hint at an obsessive phase covering a part of the wall, and the now chipping away paint of purple and pink on the walls were what greeted me when I finally opened my eyes. It had felt like old times, I had felt safe. Skye’s room was the only piece of my childhood that hasn’t been embellished or altered with the years.Not only was her room a reminder of when I was the happiest, but it was easier pretending we were still thirteen in here and ten years of putting ourselves out there, giving up weekends with girls, and canceling meetups at the last minute had not happened between us because we were too busy striving for the things that had once made our faces glow but now causes a crease in-between our brows. The dreams that have always seemed achievable yet so out of reach the more we approach them.I have spent more time in Skye's hous
DAMON’S POV“You have a compiled list of willing girls you think will be ideal wives for me for a short period of time?” I asked Mathew over the phone both stunned and I couldn’t deny grateful.Macauley was right, the sleazy old bastard knew that I love a challenge and I will try to get married just to rub how unaffected I remain in his face. But for that to happen I need a bride, willing to know that this is temporary and treat our marriage as such.And that was the problem, even though millions of women will give up their right arm to be married to me because of the fame, power, and money that comes with the title, I can’t count one woman who would be willing to let go without a fuss. But Mathew with his sadistic sense of humor seems to find my distress very entertaining and had decided to speed up my anguish by helping me find a bride. You will think that as the CEO of one of the biggest construction and real estate businesses, he will have less time for such ventures but the man
JULIA’S POVHis eyes turned dark“What if I want to kiss you? Taste you. Nibble on your lower lip, run my hand under your clothes, take them off perhaps,” he placed his hand on my waist and I sighed. “I might drop hot kisses all over your bare body while I tell you how beautiful you are because it is the truth. You are fucking beautiful, Snow white you should be a crime.”I close my eyes almost like I had no control of my body as his hot breath met my ears. “Perhaps I would slip my hands beneath your panties and find you soaking wet. Turned on and needy for me. I’d finger you until you are begging me to let you come and when you eventually explode all over my hands, I will ask you to sit on my face. I will lick your pussy, till you are crying out, till the pleasure is too much, till you are begging me to never stop yet not knowing what to do with all the wicked sinful things I am making you feel.”My eyes flew open and I found him watching me with a sly smirk.“You’ll like that won’t y
I entered the room at the address Damon had sent me at exactly eight o’clock and a doorman greeted me with a polite smile.The receptionist, a pretty brunette took my invitation card and directed me to a wing of the massive building although I didn’t miss the way she took me in again, with respect in her gaze when she saw my invitation card.An imposing set of marble stairs rises before me, draped in blood red carpet and I carefully walk up them, my ankles wobbly thanks to the black five-inches whisper thin stilettos I don’t know what I was thinking when I had brought them down from my rack of shoes ditching the sensible more balanced heels Damon had sent me.Perhaps I am a masochist and the thought that it will take nothing for me to topple over; just one misstep, one miscalculation and I will be on the floor, my face planted on the ground made me happy in a way.When I reach the top of the stairs, my thought was completely halted by the man waiting for me, his gaze on his watch.Look
DAMON’S POVI still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow.But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.I have always reveled in the attention I receive the minute I enter a room. Entering a room and knowing at the moment every man hated you or wanted to be you because of the woman you had in your arm or the way all the women in the room gravitated towards you, never got old. It has always been amusing watching them gawk at the woman in my arm knowing that she became a sex symbol the minute she walked in with me next to her. They always found her more desirable and were hungry for even the flash of her bare legs but right now, I didn’t care about who was o
JULIA’S POV Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so cocky when Carlene had tried to warn me that strutting in here with a playboy like Damon was a bad idea. With his reputation, some women in here who were glaring so openly at me hated me because he must have gone out with them in the past. Or hated my guts because he didn’t. And being a witness to how he dismisses women and make them shed tears, I don’t even think I will like myself so much if I was in their shoes. “So, you are Damon’s flavor of the month?” one of the women who had a big rock on her finger and is supposed to be happily married to the creepy man who was blatantly checking me out asked while stroking my hair almost fondly. She was lithe and looked so perfect in her strapless black gown, she was almost unreal. “Flavor of the month?” I asked trying to play dumb. “Yeah,” she said conversationally, holding my arm and blocking off any woman who wanted to come close effectively. I looked at the spot where Damon was standing a
JULIA’S POV“I am getting married,” I blurted out.Dad did a spit take of the water Skye had convinced him to drink and mom who was angrily waving her phone in front of me with the image of Damon and me kissing and asking for an explanation took a seat next to me in shock.“It is the truth,’ I said. “Everything in the news is the truth.”To be clear, I didn’t plan on breaking the news of Damon and I’s engagement to them in that manner. I had planned to start with a ballad that highlighted my fictional romantic journey with Damon while my dad sat on his favorite recliner gazing fondly at my mom. But after the kiss, the few journalists who had been allowed to have an exclusive scoop of the party had lunged at us with questions.It had been a mess of clamoring journalists and cameras going off like firecrackers as a few scary-looking men dressed in black suits and a scowl entered the room making a human shield around me and leading me outside where a car with the driver who had brought m
DAMON’S POVIt was crazy how easily she calms me.Makes me forget.My gun was still wet with Grant’s blood. I had dipped it in with relish as he begged me to kill him and if I closed my eyes, I could still remember his lifeless eyes as I stepped on his body in a haste to get this meeting with Snow white over with. Normally, I should be in a bar trying to quell my rage with shots of scotch or I should be cock deep in the mouth of an escort, fucking away my frustration.But watching Snow white slowly put me at ease. Her big blue eyes, her subtle defiance like her little eye roll as she got into the car, and the way she trembled at our proximity.Her innocence and the curiosity that shone in her eyes should remind me of how different we were, I was the villain in the love stories she read about not the protagonist but yet like a greedy bastard I took in her features, finally able to see beyond my blood lust and anger. The audacity of Grant thinking he could betray the family and still se