Stealing Glances Mga Nobela at Kwento

Emerald winced, sucking in a sharp breath as the sting doubled, her hand instinctively twitching away from him. She glanced up at Alaric, secretly watching him through her lashes. His long, thick eyelashes cast shadows over the depths of his dark eyes, giving him an intense, enigmatic look. Her gaze lingered, mesmerized by the stillness of his face, until his eyes suddenly flicked up, catching her in the act.

He had that quiet kind of danger now, the kind that didn’t bark loud but waited, and struck where it hurt the most. He wasn’t loudly destructive anymore. He had simply evolved. “Say what’s on your mind,” he murmured, not even glancing up. “Or stop trying to decode me with your eyes.” I parted my lips, startled. How did he…? I turned my head quickly, pretending to focus on my juice. But when I looked back again, his eyes were already fixed on me, unreadable but focused. I raised my brow. “What?” “Seriously?” He laughed softly. “You’ve been stealing glances at me since last night’s drive home. Like you’ve got something to confess.”

He looked at me, and for the first time, his composure didn't just slip—it shattered. He didn't move for a long beat. His dark eyes traveled from the crown of my head down the length of the red silk, lingering on the exposed skin of my shoulders. When his gaze finally met mine in the mirror, I saw something raw and predatory flare in the depths of his pupils. "You look..." He trailed off, clearing his throat as he stepped into the room. "You look like the girl who stole four million dollars and made me thank her for it."

Because out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lanvin. He kept stealing glances at me. Quick ones, short, but enough for me to know. His eyes would cut through the crowd and land on me. Then he would look away as if nothing happened. But I felt it. Why was he looking at me that way when there's another woman beside him? I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t even want to breathe the same air as him. Still, he kept trying with his eyes, and every time it burned me.

But that wasn’t going to stop him from indulging into his occasional fantasies. It was hard to miss how her eyes would linger whenever they crossed paths, the furtive glances she’d take when she thought he wasn’t looking and he wasn’t exactly shying away from looking at her either. Whenever he got the chance, he’d steal a glance at her perky tits, the roundness of her ass always making his dick throb harder. And every now and then, he’d wonder how she’d look, mouthful of his cock and struggling to get some air in.

Connor’s POV Seeing her this close is like a revelation. She is beautiful. Not even in an understated way. She is fucking stunning. I had a moment in the kitchen when I just wanted to slam her into a wall and kiss those plump, pouty lips of hers. Fuck, I wish I could but I can’t. I am now technically her boss. We need to have a healthy professional relationship. I make myself a promise to glance but not touch. Secret glances. Just to admire her. I need to control myself. A knock at the door drags me from thoughts of her and I move from behind my desk to answer it. As I suspected it’s Al.

he muttered out of nowhere. I raised a brow, keeping my expression innocent. “A picture of what?” “Stealing glances is kind of outdated,” he said smoothly, eyes still locked on the road. “Just take a picture. That way, you can stare at that instead of burning a hole in my head.” I gasped. “Excuse me? With what eyes did you even see me staring? You haven’t looked away from the road.” A smirk played on his lips. “Your stares are not exactly discreet.”

Even when he wasn’t directly speaking to me, I could feel his gaze on me, a silent, assessing look that made my skin prickle. He maintained a professional demeanor, his questions sharp and insightful, his tone polite but distant. Yet, there were undercurrents in his interactions, subtle shifts in his gaze, a lingering moment of eye contact that sent a jolt of awareness through me. It was as if there was a secret language passing between us, a silent acknowledgment of the stolen moments in the club, a dangerous secret that hung heavy in the air.

I needed a path, a key or a moment to slip through his fingers. I stole a quick glance at him, trying to read the intent behind that calm, elegant mask. But the lowly mortal was faster. His green eyes shifted upward, catching mine mid-stare. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical heat, pinning me to my seat. Heat rushed to my face, a stinging, mortal flush of embarrassment. I jerked my head down, my eyes fixed firmly on my plate as if the half-eaten fruit was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Opportunities like this don't come around very often." Right as he said it, my eyes flicked across the table. An associate sitting opposite us was caught stealing a glance, his fork hovering awkwardly over his plate as he watched us whisper. Before I could look away, Lucian lifted his gaze and caught the associate looking. The corner of Lucian’s mouth curved up into a polite smile. The associate swallowed hard. He instantly dropped his gaze, picked up his knife, and began intensely cutting into his steak. I let out a quiet, helpless sigh, pressing two fingers to my temples. Lucian simply chuckled softly, picking up his wine glass.