06. Aquamarine Eyes

Ashlynn's POV;

      "I beg your pardon!" I screamed over the phone. "What is wrong with you! Getting my number? Tracking down my location? You're just a fucking creep who doesn't know when to give up, aren't you?"

     "Actually I'm not a creep, Ashlynn. I just don't know how to take no for an answer."

      If I wasn't so fucking mad at him, I would've swooned over the way my name eloquently rolled off his tongue, as well as every other word he pronounced. He was well spoken and dreamingly articulated.

     "Listen here Julian, You are an obnoxious, terribly arrogant person and I would neve–"

     "I'm pulling up into the parking lot." He interrupted, announcing and I swung around immediately and spotted a black Phantom Rolls Royce rolling sleekly into the lot. My jaw slacked in amused shock as the vehicle steered closer to where I stood.

It was undoubtedly him. He wasn't bluffing.

      And he was obviously loaded because my mother was a wealthy business woman yet, I don't think she can afford a car this classily expensive.

Oh shit, I can't let him get to me.

      What if he had very tall, large men in that car and then they'd hoist me into the vehicle and abduct me? I needed to leave here, now.

      I took to my heels immediately, and it was so hard and painful running in those shoes but I didn't care, I needed to get away from him as far as possible.

     "Don't try to run away because I will find you again. You can't hide from me."

     I forgot that I had not yet ended the call, and his words flowed so smoothly out of the speaker and I had immediately halted in my tracks, panting breathlessly. Was he really serious?

     "Perfect. I like that you're being a good girl."

Three words. He scared me.

      The Black Phantom soon caught up and pulled over in front of me. The front passenger door flung open and a huge man dressed in all black and dark shades stepped out, going over to the passenger side and opening the door.

Then he alighted. And my jaw dropped, again.

      The truth was that in all twenty six years of my entire life, I had never seen such a gorgeous man.

I knew he was handsome from when I first met him at the club, but I couldn't take in all of his features due to the murkiness of the area and off course, the circumstances of our meeting.

        He looked like he had just walked out of a "Sexiest Man Alive Magazine." Cringe as hell but– fuck, he was so god-damned good-looking. And I'd be evil if I kept all the candid details to myself.

       His lush jet-black hair was neat and flowing, groomed so carefully such that they deeply complimented his aquamarine-green eyes that were beautiful, orb-round and shone like two eternity green jewels, yet they held a cold, hostile gleam etched in their glassy gaze, and it was almost bewitching.

      His chiseled jawline was a bit downplayed by his neatly, bearded face and his lips sat gracefully on his face, which seemed like it was always, permanently scowled but in a tremendously attractive way. He was tall, rigidly fit and dazzled with flare in his red two piece suit as he alighted the vehicle with trembling purpose and authority.

      His eyes settled on me, and suddenly I felt so small and little under his gaze as he stared me up from head to toe. And then he advanced towards me in a tiger-like thread, not skipping a beat as his green eyes twinkled.

     "We meet again, Ashlynn." He spoke, his face was still ever-plane with the familiar unfeeling mug he always had on. The coldness in his presence was intimidating and I kept an unfazed face and tried to look as menacing as I could, even though I was still slightly scared and the swirl of his Jasmine scented cologne was swooning me to ashes.

     "Leave me alone." I managed to speak, my orality was still recovering from being near this specimen that manifested so much hotness.

     "We have a lot to talk about Ashlynn, to think I'd leave you alone." He huffed. "Let's go somewhere private and talk."

      "I'll miss my interview."

      I had intended for the words to sound more firm and curt, but they came out in a tone that rather suggested that I desired to meet him but I couldn't because of my interview.

And that was a lie! I hated him.

He looked up at the tall company, spotting it's name spelt with bold letters at the top of the building "This is one of the companies I'm in partnership with and I can tell you that they pay well, but your salary in five years wouldn't be able to equate to all you'd gain from this contract."

Was he serious right now?

      But I had to admit, the offer was getting really tempting now. I mean it sounded nice, I'd marry a handsome man like him and get paid for it. It was a win, win.

      I was on the brink of saying yes, but then the matter-of-fact that he was still an arrogant jerk and I was still very much in mourning of my fiancee slapped me right across the face.

     "I'm still not interested." I answered, looking down at my feet because if I gaze into those eyes, then maybe I'd–

He stepped closer to me, closing up the small space that was between us and my heart faltered as he cupped my jaw in his hand and tilted my head to look up to him. "I don't want it to get to this but I'll have you know that I always get what I want, by any means possible."

     "If you want this job so bad, fine. You can go in there for your little interview and most certainly you'd get the job because you seem so smart." He said and his lips spread into a wide, mischievous smile. "But don't be surprised if one day, this building catches on fire and is burnt down to the fucking ground." His tone was low yet sternly passing across his message as his cold gaze poured into my eyes and pierced deeply into my soul. And I swear, the moment he said that, my heart was rapidly racing over it's fucking speed limit.

Fuck, why was he so scary?

     "Or I may buy the whole fucking company and then fire you, just to frustrate you. I can be that petty, Ashlynn."

      The way those words oozed out of his tongue so casually and unhindered is what gets me all the time! And I felt like a fucking coward for being scared of him.

But he was just bluffing, right?

      I shouldn't be afraid. I was a fucking serial killer and I was dangerous–fuck, I could pull out a knife and fucking stab this bastard right now if I wanted to. He shouldn't scare me! 

     "I don't give two fucks." I slapped his hand off my face and stepped away from him. "You can buy the whole of the earth if you'd like and kick me out to Saturn, but I would never marry you."

      I felt so fucking proud of myself standing up to this cocky bastard because with the way he always carried himself so snobbilly and arrogantly, it seemed like no one else had the balls to do that.

     "Now if you'd excuse me Mr. Julian Kings, I have an interview to get to and I'm running late." I said with a bright, proud smirk and turned around to leave.

     "Just get into the car and hear what I have to say, Ashlynn."

     "Suck my dick!"

     "If you go away, Ashlynn, I will find you. I've told you that haven't I?" The timbre in his tone had changed now, and he sounded awfully cruel, it sent fucking shivers down my spine. "I will trace you to your fucking roots if I have to and I will find out everything there is to know about you, Ashlynn. Just so I can know exactly when and where you will be."

      The impact of his words hit me where it hurt and I was pulled to a stop on my tracks. Now, what he said really frightened me, deeply.

      What if he was actually being serious about it and he found out that I was a murderer, the killer of my own fiance and sister.

     Shit! He'd blackmail me with it, or maybe report me to the cops just because he hated my guts and was petty.

That was when I gave up, I realized that I couldn't win against Julian Kings and before you could scream "Sexy Venetian Mistress", I was already in his car, off to some fancy restaurant to talk business.