Chapter 6 - This Lady is Real Trouble

The moment our eyes met, something invaded my system like wildfire. Zakael sat a few meters away with his fingers playing with the tip of his half-empty glass. He wore a white dress shirt again, like the last time. The expensive-looking watch was hit by the disco lights, and the brown eyes I once remembered glistened. His face was illuminated, and there, I remembered fully; the drunk man from the bar.

The corner of his lips rose once he held my fiery gaze. It was an inevitable spark he thought he could handle the moment he saw my face, and heard the sharpness in my words; the strings of curses that fell from my lips without hesitance he wanted to hear again.

I averted my gaze from the stranger, my fingers slid in my pocket to fetch my phone. My brows furrowed when I found myself nervously biting the inside of my cheeks. It’s not like me to feel nervous around people, much more towards men. Once I got a hold of my phone, I glanced at the screen to check the time. Where the hell is Rio