Chapter 6 - I am a dangerous man

JULIA’S POV

His 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 you?” he asked while I gaped at him because, underneath his smirk, his gaze was dark, scary.

He lifted his hand and I squirmed.

He stared at me almost like he was upset then he removed his hand from my body to my disappointment even though it was timely and helped my heart from jumping out of my body and unto the pristine white floor. He returned to his seat while I resisted the urge to bend over and catch my breath. What was that? How could he make me so scared and yet so hot? Filled me with filthy desires I can never whisper even to my diary, yet made me want to sprint for my life without sparing a glance backward.

“How do you think anyone will buy that you are my fiancée when you look at me like that?” he asked. “You look so scared, you were fidgeting.” He stated. if I didn’t know better, I will think a flash of hurt passed through his eyes.

But they remained cold and unaffected. They have been like that all day, even though I had barged through the door unexpectedly and interrupted his meeting after tricking his assistant into thinking I was leaving then making a run for it to the elevator to access the top floor where she had told me he was having a meeting in.

I was beyond shock that I wasn’t being dragged by my hair and sent out of this premises by security. Although I have been making a lot of stupid decisions lately, I wasn’t stupid enough to hope he will take me seriously the first time. I had made a decision to perhaps visit him thrice or four times if he threw me out but now, I was staring at him while he sounded like this was really happening, I was tempted to tell him I had made a mistake and make a run for it.

But instead of doing that, I shrugged. “I am scared of you,” I admitted. “You should see the articles about you. The only thing the media hasn’t done is attach a wing and horn to your picture making you the perfect devil.”

“I am a dangerous man,’ he simply stated.

Of course, he was I thought. He made men and women jobless. He cared about no one if he will make more profit. He was cold and unfeeling. I knew all this yet I was here.

“But although I am scared, I also feel something else,” I muttered not believing what I am even saying.

He raised his brow, now staring at me looking almost amused and I know he was playing with me when he asked. “What exactly do you feel?”

To my mortification, I felt my cheeks burning hot and he smirked confirming my suspicion that I have turned bright red.

“You know…” I trailed off.

“I have no idea, Snow white.”

I looked away. “I will let you kiss me only in public.”

“Huh?” he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You asked me if I will let you do things to me,” I answered looking away as I remembered every filthy thing he had mentioned and how my heart had raced, my chest rising and falling so fast. There was so much promise and desire in his eyes that had caused a surge of moisture between my legs.

I licked my lips refusing to think about those words, refusing to give in to the temptation of wanting all of that and even more. “I am telling you that I will let you kiss me and only in public,” I whispered unsure, overwhelmed by the male beauty sitting in front of me. He is so attractive, it is unfair.

He is all hard angles and sharp lines. High cheekbones, firm jaw, and square chin. Dark brows that are knitted together and cold eyes that are currently staring at me thoughtfully making me flustered. It was too much having this amount of attention focused on me by such a powerful and busy man. It made me feel important. He made me feel important.

"What is in it for you?"

I gulped. "Nothing that will be hard for you to do," I replied holding my breath.

“Okay.” He finally whispered in agreement when I was sure he will tell me to leave and find some other girl who wasn’t such a prude and will be more than willing to do everything he had described to me.

“Do you have any other condition?” he asked and I nodded. He arched his brow at me.

Even though it was completely ridiculous and I might just be making ridicule of myself with this request I only considered it fair that I warned him regardless. “Never fall for me,”

He blinked and then he threw his head back and a throaty deep chuckle escaped his lips. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. Even though this is completely silly, there was something about his laughter that warm my heart especially as his eyes in front of me reflected emotions for the first time.

Pure mirth.

He shook his head and laughed some more looking so boyish and younger I wanted to touch him and confirm he is real.

“That is supposed to be my line.” He muttered. “If you are worried about me falling for you then you didn’t go through those articles on the internet thoroughly. I have no feelings whatsoever. I hate Christmas and think babies are human’s penance for all their sins.” He bragged.

I gaped at him in shock. Babies as Penance? And who takes pride in not having feelings?

I cleared my throat slightly shaking my head so I could concentrate. It was already too much having him in front of me, I wonder what I was supposed to do with a laughing Damon. It was just too unreal, different from all the images I have spent my night seeing. It thrilled me that I could see a side of him the paparazzi weren’t privy to.

That I knew how deep his dimples were when he laughed without a care in the world and the sound of his laughter was perfect just like him.

“Since we are on the same page, we can proceed,” I muttered hoping I came off as cold and unaffected by how devastatingly good-looking he is.

He waved his hand in the air casually in dismissal and I regretted my words almost immediately, as he sobered up. The laughter vanished and his eyes went back to their usual icy coldness like the past seconds have never happened.

“Okay,” he reached for his breast pocket and brought out an envelope. “This is an invitation to an auction that will be taking place tomorrow. Everyone who matters will be there. I will ask my driver to pick you up, I trust that you have met him already,” I moved closer to him to take the envelope. I took it from him but before I could take a step backward, he pulled me in with one of his hands and I fell with a startled gasp on his lap.

He pushed my hair out of the way, draping it over my left shoulder and dropping a kiss at the back of my neck, he growled lowly making my heartbeat thunder against my ribcage. “You have till tomorrow to get used to the idea of my hands on you because tomorrow, for the first time the world will be seeing my fiancée,” He released his grip on my waist and I shakily stood up. “And I can’t have my fiancée look so startled whenever I touch her.”

“What time?” I squeaked out.

“8 pm prompt.” He spared a glance at me looking almost bored. “I will get you something to wear.”

“I have clothes.”

“You will be beside me,” he arrogantly replied. I didn’t object lost in the thought of the different women I have seen hanging on his arm and how different I looked compared to them. For the umpteenth time I wonder if anyone will buy our lie because while his ideal type was leggy supermodels, I was the opposite. He stood up.

“In the meantime, my lawyer will prepare the contract,” he grinned at me. “We will keep in touch.”

The minute I stepped out of the gigantic towering building that looked as intimidating as the man that owned it and a cool breeze hit my skin, I couldn’t help but ask myself what I have gone ahead and done.