Femme Fatale

Chapter 9: Beautiful

"The moon above us is beautiful, but I'd rather stare at you."

JACO

My heart throbbed painfully when I saw Vera's sad eyes grazing at the moon above us. And when she told me about how she feels after the death of her parents, I suddenly had the urge to wrap my arms around her. And that's what I did.

It feels good knowing how she slowly melts in my embrace, her soft body sinking into mine. I kissed her hair and held her tight. It's like I'm holding my whole world inside my arms right now.

I won't fail you. I won't ever hurt you. Those words pound in my head repeatedly.

It's just been a week since I haven't seen her, but I missed her so much. I missed her so badly.

And when I let go, it takes everything in me to not reach out and pull her back to me again.

"Feeling better now?" I asked gently as I fixed my suit above her shoulders.

She faced me and smiled genuinely while mumbling, "Yeah. Thank you again!"

I smiled back. Then, I just found myself lost in her again. The night felt so serene. Only my heart is in chaos as I stare at her. Definitely, I would never get tired looking at her.

I just still can't believe that the only woman whom I secretly admired from afar is now standing right here in front of me. Looking so elegantly beautiful, just like back in the time that I first saw her. My muse. My gorgeous muse.

I studied her face and noticed that her cheeks were stained with a lighter shade of red. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her curiously.

"What are you thinking, Amore?" I asked as I softly brushed the pad of my finger over the pretty blush on her cheekbone. And the way she leans into my touch made me feel ecstatic.

"I just can't take your deep pair of eyes. The way it lingered on me always made me feel shy," she admitted as she shakes her head and lets out a little laugh.

Even the way she laughs is so damn beautiful. I closed my eyes and listened to it. As I let her laugh fill my ears, its sound resonates directly with me, completely bringing peace to my soul.

And when I opened my eyes and met hers, it was like a sucker punch to my system, stealing the air in my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe for a while.

My lips parted. I swallowed hard.

Her eyes are as if telling me that the soul inside of her is as beautiful as she appears.

They said that her air is quite intimidating, maybe because she's screaming for class, power and elegance. I've never seen a woman so confident and wonderful in my entire life.

There is just something about her, how flawlessly she is put together, that makes me want to claim her mine.

Watching her nail the fashion show earlier made me feel so damn happy and proud. From the crowd, I watched the way she moved, the sophisticated freedom in her posture. A twinkle in her eyes and a smile of triumph on her face as she confidently walked in the middle of the runway while the people applauded and showered her with nonstop praise. Her hard work surely paid off. Her designs were beautiful and exquisite.

It's always been that way. It's always been like that for me. I always look at her from afar, from the sidelines. I admired her for a long time, and she wouldn't even notice. She won't even realize it. Because she was always the untouchable. Seemed so close yet out of reach.

And I am pretty sure, just like me, a lot of men also look at her and crave her attention. I've seen it not just earlier but a lot of times. Never did I get jealous before. But I'm well aware, all that's changed now. I'm slowly becoming immensely possessive when it comes to everything about Vera Paige Claudette. But it's not her fault if she's too beautiful and a lot of men desire her. After all, what's not to want? She's mere perfection.

"It's cold out here. Let's get back inside the venue," she told me softly, making me snap out of my thoughts.

I nodded at her before I slowly took hold of her hand.

Even knowing it was coming, I couldn't help the reaction. Even the slightest touch to her ignites something inside of me. Her soft hand is doing wonders for me. There are sudden flames that bring warmth into my heart. Making it thump loud and fast. Her hand fits mine perfectly. Its softness and warmth feels like home.

When we were finally inside the venue, I noticed that her two bodyguards and secretary were already waiting for her.

"Lady Vera we are done putting all the gifts, letters, and flowers in your car," Vera's secretary politely told her.

"Thank you so much for your time and effort. So I think it's a wrap then. Let's all go home now and take a rest."

She faced me afterward. Her expressive hazel eyes stared at me.

"Here's your suit Jaco. Thank you for attending my fashion show and for comforting me earlier. I had fun talking with you. By the way, you brought your car, right? You're heading back home too?" Vera asked as she sweetly smiled at me.

I nodded my head, a smile already spreading on my lips.

And I just can't stop myself. I pulled her closer to me again. Held and kissed the back of her hand before stepping back and completely letting her go.

Damn! It's just so hard to let you go Amore. So please, please, fall in love with me. Surrender and I'll make sure to love you more deeply.

"You did great tonight. Congratulations Mi Amore! I hope you know that I am so proud of you. Please, take care on your way home," I clearly told her because I just wanted Vera to hear how sincere I was with those words.

Yeah, right.

I am Jaco Javier and you can say that I am hopelessly smitten with this beautiful girl in front of me.