Chapter 6

He smiled and took my cup sipping slowly. I ran my tongue over my lips.

Indirect kiss.

Damn! I shouldn't be thinking about such things. I desperately looked away.

"Trisha, are you there?", William's muffled sound falls into my ear like a far away music on the background.

" Y-yeah. I'm still here". My nerves run wild with his presence.

"Are you busy?", sadness now evident on him. I felt myself softens towards him.

" N-", I didn't get the chance to finish my word because I felt a tug on my hand finding it was already trapped on his big one. He was busy eating my cake, I mean, the cake I have ordered. But his touch does wonders on my system. My blood almost run wild.

---He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well---

The background music playing on the coffee shop made it perfect described him. He's handsome as hell with his black sweater shirt on. He looks fresh and devilishly delicious.

"Trisha?", the man on the my phone made me think of what we're talking about minutes ago.

" Yes. Yes", it came out strained. Heat rushed up to my face when I realized how it would be like on William's ears.

I watched the man in front of me savored the icing with his tongue. Sucking his fingers and it lasted on his mouth longer that it should be. It should be winter but I felt beads of sweat forming on my hands and forehead.

That was hot... I groaned internally.

Words lingered on the other side of the line but this time, I can't understand a single word. They were like another language or enchantment to me.

"I'll call you later. Bye", I pressed end to the call.

I tugged my hand away from his grip but it only caused him to tightened it to a deathly one. I fought him for my hand but he brought it closer to him. With a dip of icing on his spoon, he put some on my fingers and pulled harder until it touched his lips. He opened his mouth and licked the icing in a teasing manner making me gasp lowly. Just when I was about to close my fingers to my palm, he steadied them out with his and sucked it.

I fought a groan when his tongue wrapped around my fingers. I can't seem to last anymore so I pulled my hand back but he won't let go.

He sucked hard and I bit my lower lip hard that I tasted the salty-sweet flavor of my blood. I bit it hard from the sweet torture of the sensation he brought to life. His tongue and mouth worked its magic.

He looked straight into my eyes with the color of barely controlled lust and desire.

The beast wanted to devour his prey.

When he finally let go, he pulled my fingers out of his mouth with a loud popping sound. And it burned into my soul. I felt something melt inside of me. I nearly on the bridge of falling into his trap.

"Hello, love"

The smirk on his face tells me that something good isn't going to happen. Well, it never did whenever he is involved. He put his elbows on the table lacing his fingers together just below his chin. The annoying look on his face never leaves.

"What do you want?", I tried to mask the sensation he managed to run in my veins with his sensual action with a straight face and cold façade. His lips stretched even wider and I noticed all female species in the vicinity set eyes on him. I felt a well-known possessiveness crawled up to me. I clenched my hand under the table to prevent myself from scratching the waitress' face when she stepped too close to Sebastian to ask for his order.

I watched her as she intentionally leaned too low to accentuate her cleavage. I narrowed my eyes when it almost appeared that she is literally shoving her boobs on his face. She tossed a flirty smile on his direction.

Rolling my eyes in exasperation, I turned my gaze forward only to find bottomless blue eyes fixed on me. It seemed like he hasn't moved his eyes from me.

Taking a glance to the waitress direction, I saw her glaring at me.

" What can I get you?", my ears bleed on the way she aimed to sweetened her tone.

"Water", he said with a commanding tone and he never let his eyes stray away from me. That gave the impression that he is not paying attention around him. Consequently, not having any single idea as to what females trying to do to get him look at them.

As the waitress stomp away, I experienced the uneasiness slowly slipped away.

" So... How are you? ", his voice deep and whole and is rocking my body with the intensity of a wave in the sea where the surfer would fall down for its force.

" What do you want?", I answered as I wished to dodge his query.

"Feisty. I am loving you more. Oh wait. You are just turning me on. Big. Time."

"Really?", disgusting but .... No. No buts. Just disgusting.

" Uh-huh", he scooped another piece of cake into his mouth.

"Seriously. Sebastian. What do you want? Why are you here?"

" Ah, yeah! You know, since we are playing a game...", I raise my brows in question not trusting myself to speak. He picked a tissue to wipe his lips clean.

"I want to show you how well I play so you won't have to prolong your surrender. I want you to see some of my cards and think about it"

"Your cards? How noble of you. Do you perhaps being soft and wanting to let me win this game?", I returned with a smirk.

"You should know that I seeing you having a hard time when you know you're not going to win"

He laughed and leaned his back on his chair tossing his head back.

" You know me better than that. I play to win, dear love", he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. I just sat there watching him. What is he doing calling someone?

The other line seemed to answer the call. He put the loud speaker on and laid the phone in front of me.

He put a finger to his lips to silence me or refrain me from asking questions.

"Hello?", a rusty familiar voice came out from the speaker.

" This is Sebastian Lord", his voice firm and business like. I simply listened to their conversation wondering what's going on with his twisted little mind.

"Mr. Lord. I was just about to call you. I have done what you asked. I turned down Ms. Aycliffe's proposal", with the man's words, I felt a cold bucket of water washed over me upon realizing who was the man on the phone. My hands became clammy and shaking, eyes widened with mixed emotions, all negative.

Damn his games!

" Really? You made me so happy today Mr. Collington. Thank you very much", he confirmed my suspicion of the man's identity. Anger slowly rolled up to me and I glared at him. He talks to the person on the phone but kept his eyes on me as if making sure to record his victory and be satisfied with his work.

I should have known! I should have known he's going to play dirty!

"You're welcome, Mr. Lord. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow"

"Goodbye", he reached out to end the call.

Silence between us was mixed with the thick air of tension. The grin on his face laced with mockery, victory and satisfaction pissed me off big time. Once again, he controlled things around him. He manipulated me. Again.

" Are you satisfied?", I asked but I know too well what he's going to say. I just want to slap it to my face. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand and drummed his fingers on the table too coolly.

"Very..."

That got me to another height of tightening on my chest. He always gets people do things for him. Listen to him even to the point of betrayal. Not knowing how to manage situation of a sudden defeat, it was my turn to laugh. I laughed and some people on the coffee shop turned their heads toward our direction. I laughed to the point tears started to glint in my eyes.

I wanted him to think these stupid tears came from my sarcastic laugh. From my insanity. A moment of madness not from the betrayal I felt. Not from powerlessness... He narrowed his eyes on him and this act of mine finally served its purpose. To piss him off.

Annoyance and irritation flashed on his eyes and his jaw clenched and I think I heard him grinding his teeth.

See? Pissed off.

He cannot accept defeat. I know I'm going to lose today or tomorrow or even this whole war against him, but I'll make sure he's not going to get it with a happy smile.

"What's funny?", he gritted his teeth on his barely contained anger while I wiped the tears that escaped from me. I shook my head and smiled widely at him which of course a complete addition on his dark mood.

If he plays well then I have to play well, too.

" Trisha", he warned.

"What?", I painted my answer with innocence.

" I asked you what's funny?"

"Nothing. You played your card well and I think I have to play my card well, too", with that, I walked out of the cafe' leaving him as pissed as king's hell.

Now, I just have to call William.