บททั้งหมดของ He called me 'Mate'! : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

KIARA'S POV Are you sure about this Mila?" I look at my friend and then at my wristwatch. It is already past 10 pm. I look back once again, wanting to go back home. The closer we get to the biviclub, the more goosebumps I get. I wasn't only nervous but anxious. At first, I never wanted to go to the biviclub, for the billionaire's party. Mila had insisted. Now I feel so tensed the closer I get to the club building. Everything about the party is weird, the fact that all girls have to wear masks. Dress in black sleeveless short gowns. Wear silver hills. Get a ticket. Once in, you can't leave until it's 4 am. All this drew a suspicious image in my head. "We are here already" Mila responded. She seems a bit annoyed. She thinks that she did me a huge favor by getting me a ticket. A ticket that would have cost me a fortune if I bought it with my money. But it wasn't. If not that I needed money desperately for my grandma's surgery, I won't have allowed her to brainwash me with the excuse t

KIARA'S POV Slowly, I walk away from the place I was standing. I was the center of their attention. I look for the coziest homey place to hide. But instead barged into the girl I met earlier. She was looking viciously at me like she has been waiting patiently for me to cross her path again. "What have I done?" Was the only word that escaped my mouth. I swallow hard and walk away until I discover I need to run headlong. Suddenly I bump into a man. His eyes were green and glowing. Even in the dim light, they attract attention. They stare at me with conflagration, evaluating my body. He poked his nose at my face. Sniffing recklessly. I moved away with a brisk smile. He drew closer and look shamelessly at me. Countless Goosebumps appear on my skin. I move back again, he was impermissible close! I whip my hair forward to cover my cleavage. He chuckled, shyly and muttered something I couldn't hear... "Good catch," he says hoarsely, running a stream of current within my vein. I notice

KIARA'S POV The loud beeping sound of my phone alarm wakes me from sleep. I open my eyes and shut them immediately. The rays of the sun were directly reflecting on my face. I turn to my other side, backing the sunlight. My body is weak. My bones seem fractured. I manage to lie on my back again. Something is different. My old ceiling appears to be neater. In fact New. I stood up hastily and with my eyes scan the room. It looks different and more fashionable. I have been to this kind of fancy room not more than five times in my whole life. Where am I? And why am I here? I ask myself but no response came. My head is still heavy. I try to remember the last thing that happened to me. "Yes, I came to the party with Mila, and the next thing... I lost her to the crowd. What the hell happened next? ... " I am going mad with thought. I scratch my hair in frustration. "And then...the man with green glowing eyes chase after me. And...And. Omg did he ra...pe..??? No!, my dress is still on m

MATEO'S POV"The job is done, my pay? " It is the first thing I say to the man at the other end of the cell phone once I leave the room. "Room 200," The masculine voice says and then the line went dead. I cannot imagine that he was in the next room, listening as I kill his business associate. I hate this fact about humans. Backstabbers!From the hallway, I move to the room and place a harsh but quiet knock on the door. I don't want to draw attention to myself." I'm here!" I said to the old winter white-haired man. His eyes are blood-flecked. I can't tell if it were because of his old age or things he had smoked, anyone, I couldn't help but stare at his timeworn face which was graced with a goatee."I'm here," I said again, impatiently. I don't know who exactly to talk to, the old man in an armchair who seem to be the boss or any of the two hefty men who stood by his side. My guess was right, the old man is the boss. He stood up and walks towards me. His footstep is unsteady on his

9 KIARA'S POV "I'm so sorry I came a little bit late," I apologize to my coworkers. "You should be sorry if you appear a minute later. He is here," Jenny muttered to me. Mr. Frank came in and walked around to survey the kitchen. No one is missing. He nods his head while moving around the kitchen with his hands behind him. Soon he will be done with his morning routine. Orders started coming in. My love for cooking has always been fueled by my love for produce. I knew I was a good cook, but somehow I wish that I had gone to college. Almost all my high school friends went to college; I feel like I'm the only one left out. If I hadn't grown up with my grandma, or perhaps if I had grown up alone after the tragedy that befell my family, I don't know if I would be on the path I am today. From a very young age, grandma would take me fishing. We will hike to the mountain top and fish in the deep fjord. We would pick berries, mushrooms, and herbs. My favorite moment then was to stand in