IT STARTS ON A BRIDGE

Chapter-10

Garry’s Point of View

As I wandered through the bustling party, my mind fixated on finding Sarah. I couldn't help but blame myself for her sudden departure, as I had foolishly attempted to kiss her without her consent. It puzzled me why I couldn't resist the overwhelming concern I felt for her. Why was it so challenging to distance myself, knowing that I would inevitably be the one left hurt? My self-control waned whenever she was near.

No other woman had ever captivated me with such beauty. Lost in my thoughts of Sarah, a surprise embrace caught me off guard, and I turned around to discover her standing there. At that moment, she held me tightly, as if I were the sole man left on this earth. I was astounded that Sarah would embrace me so intimately. Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but notice the seductive gesture of her licking her lips.

As much as I desired to reciprocate her touch, I restrained myself. I couldn't risk compromising her well-being or engaging in anything inappropriate that might tarnish our public reputation. Given my prominent family background and the presence of business partners and clients at the party, discretion was of the utmost importance.

However, to my surprise, Sarah began exploring my body, her hands traversing from my chest downwards. My heart raced with anticipation, making it increasingly difficult to maintain control.

"Garry," I panted, trying to catch my breath from her touch. "Sarah, please don't do that. It's risky. We should back off."

Her reply came in a near-whisper, her warm breath teasing my earlobe as she provocatively said, "Why don't you show me just how risky it can be?"

Her eyes locked onto mine, conveying a desire that made me feel desired in return.

"S-Sarah, are you drunk?" I asked, hoping to find an explanation for her sudden boldness.

"Yes, I am," she admitted, "drunk on your love, drunk on your scent."

Her words, accompanied by the intense gaze she maintained, made it clear that she wanted me.

"Hey, what are you doing? We're in public," I cautioned her as her hands made their way towards my waist. Sensing the need for privacy, I maneuvered to a secluded corner where no prying eyes could observe our actions.

"You'll regret this later, Sarah," I smirked, attempting to warn her of the potential consequences.

Her response was confident and unwavering. "I won't."

A small, beautiful smile played on her lips, a gesture that both enticed and intrigued me.

"You will, baby," I insisted.

"Okay, then make me regret it," she challenged, enclosing me within her grasp and sealing our words with a passionate kiss.

Breaking away from the embrace, I took charge. As the dominant force in any situation, I swiftly pinned her against the wall, placing her hands above her head with one hand, while using the other to draw her closer by the waist. Our lips met once again, and I indulged in a more forceful, almost biting, exploration of her lower lip. Within moments, my tongue found its way into her mouth.

Lost in the intoxicating allure of Sarah, I allowed my hand to wander freely over her body, from her lips down to her chest and beyond. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heightening the intensity of our encounter. I kissed her fervently, trailing a path from her lips to her jawline, down to her neck, and further to her chest.

Suddenly, a scream pierced through the momentary haze of desire. It was an almost imperceptible sound, one that only I, with my extraordinary abilities, could hear. I turned around, expecting to find Sarah still by my side, only to discover her absence. Was it all a dream? The scream resonated once more, leaving no doubt as to its source—Sarah. Instinctively, I sprinted towards the garden from where the distressed cries emanated.

Thanks to my superhuman speed, I reached the scene within seconds. However, what awaited me was not only shocking but also infuriating. Shane, the son of my father's business partner, was atop Sarah, attempting to undress her. My angel's screams and tears tore at my heart, and I noticed bruises adorning her face and hands.

In an instant, I tore Shane away from Sarah, unleashing my fury upon him with relentless blows.

"Garry, back off! You'll ruin the business deal your father has worked so hard for," Shane pleaded, his words only serving to incense me further.

"To hell with the deal! I don't care about it. How dare you touch her? I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" I roared, my anger fueling the brutality of my assault. Shane trembled under my wrath, but I paid him no mind. What he had done to my angel warranted no mercy. Death would be too merciful for him.

My princess, Sarah, rushed over, desperately trying to intervene, fearing I might indeed kill him. Her voice resounded in an ear-splitting cry, unlike anything I had ever heard from her before. Witnessing Shane lying unconscious, I released my grip and enveloped Sarah in a protective embrace, her arms finding solace in my presence. Shane lay severely injured on the ground; my powers proved to be an overwhelming advantage against a mere human. I offered Sarah my coat to cover herself, and soon after, her concerned friends arrived, likely having noticed her absence.

They enveloped her in loving embraces, particularly Chris, who always seemed to be lingering near my princess. Jealousy surged within me. My initial intention had been to win Sarah's heart, but instead, I found myself falling deeply in love with her. I had dated countless women in the past, but none had stirred such feelings within me. She was my first true love. Despite knowing the potential for heartbreak that lay ahead, I remained determined to make her mine.

After ensuring Sarah's well-being, her friends led her away. As they thanked me, a flood of memories washed over me—the taste of her lips, the sensation of her legs around my waist, my hands gripping her possessively, and our passionate, rough kisses. I had become consumed by her, not only by her scent but also by her love. Regrettably, I realized my feelings later than I should have, but I resolved to claim her as mine sooner rather than later.