4- Isabella

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers.

 

“I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home.

 

Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

 

“Hello Ms. Moretti, Ms. Franco is expecting you” greets the door man as he holds the door open for me.

 

“Thank you Matt” I smile as I move to enter, my eyes never getting bored of the place that Angel lived in as it was kind of like a fancy hotel for the elite.

 

“Anytime” is all he says as he returns to his post.

 

Smiling, I continue to head towards the elevator, my phone dinging once more. Reaching for my phone I move to grab it only to notice that it was Angel who was telling me that the door was open as I continue onward unaware of my surroundings as I bump into something or someone.

 

Oof, Did I just walk into a wall? Damn it.

 

Wait, hold on for one second.

 

Shaking my head, I moved to realize that my supposed wall was not a wall but that of a man. A very tall man. Straining my neck to see, I quickly move to lift my head just to get a proper look. Curse me and my 5 ’6 height.

 

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going” I stutter out.

 

Oh. my. GOD! How can my luck get any worse than this? It should be illegal for this man to be so freaking gorgeous.

 

Wait, correction, a GOD. Suddenly I realize I’m not moving. Am I still breathing? I must be… I can still feel my heart beating which means I have a pulse… but those beautiful green eyes, bright like emeralds. Gods… If I’m to die now, please let him be my utopia. 

High cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and a clean-shaven face, pleasantly plump lips that beg to be kissed, petite nose and lush raven black hair just begging to be touched. He obviously stood about 6 '2 maybe 6' 3 while wearing a crisp white dress shirt and tailored blue slacks, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, his very broad shoulders as the shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Yum! I think all the while drooling.

 

“Don’t worry about it Piccolo (Little One)” chuckles the man. Amused by expression and the little bit of drool that was escaping. Fuck! Even his voice sounds drop dead sexy! Please somebody pinch me, before I orgasm right here.

 

“Um… I’m not little, but I truly am sorry about bumping into you” I say quickly. Now moving to sidestep the hot handsome man all while hoping he couldn’t see my blush that was steadily making its way upon my face as I move to head towards the elevator, my back still to him just as I move to enter.

Please… Please don’t see my blush. My eyes briefly peaking over my shoulder and to where the hot handsome man still stood. His eyes still on me even as the elevator closes. The elevator soon taking me to where I needed to be.