CHAPTE2
731 Words
“I know you have been here all along, who are you? A paparazzi?”
Anne was very nervous, she turned back to look in the direction the voice came from, but what her eyes saw was out of this world… She saw a man who was very gorgeous. He was tall, he had a strong, defined and masculine jawline, he had a dark hair that looked like it was combed by his fingers and swept back away from his face - this was perfection in her eyes no wonder that lady was begging for his love. He was glaring down at her, his eyes were hostile, making her want to shrink to the ground and disappear. The way he looked at her was the definition of the phrase if looks could kill…
“Answer me…”
Anne flinched back from the irritation in his voice. His cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light and it sends chills down her spine. After swallowing her saliva, she forced herself to respond to him.
“No, I'm not.” She shook her head but the man’s eyes narrowed and then, he moved his feet, walking closer to her and every step he took was like a ticking bomb but she was able to hold her ground despite her knees were shaking a little. The man stopped just less than a meter before her, she couldn't help but bite her lips. The man was scrutinizing her, looking at her like she was some prey.
“Did you hear everything?” he asked, his stare seemed deadlier than the sharpest dagger. He was definitely glaring at her like he wanted to kill her. He has such a killer eyes that could pierce through anyone’s soul.
“I'm sorry, I…I didn't mean to” Anne managed to answer, she flinched in fear as she shut her eyes, thinking that the man was going to strangle her but that didn't happen then she slowly opened her eyes.
Arthur's piercing emerald eyes seemed to bore into Anne's soul as if searching for any sign of deception. But Anne held her ground, despite her knees shaking beneath her.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Anne repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I…I was just...waiting for someone."
Arthur's gaze narrowed, his expression skeptical.
“At this hour? In this garage?"
Anne paused, unsure of how much to say, but something about Arthur's vigor made her want to say the truth.
"I…I was actually waiting for...no one," Anne admitted, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"I…I just needed some time to th…ink."
Arthur's expression softened a little, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"And what were you thinking about, Miss...?"
"Jones," Anne replied, her voice a little stronger now. "Anne Jones."
Arthur's gaze remained on hers as if sizing her up. Then, to Anne's surprise, he nodded curtly.
“Was everything you said true, that you don’t do love?” Anne asked out of curiosity.
Arthur’s emerald eyes assessed her with disbelief and then interest.
“From what I understand, you’re willing to make someone your girlfriend as long as she won’t demand for your love, right?” She asked again.
Silenced reigned for a moment, Arthur stared at her from the corner of his eyes. He was astonished by her question, but he maintained composure.
“Why are you asking?” He replied.
“I’m just curious,” she answered calmly
"Anne Jones, right?" he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
“Yes,” she answered.
"I'm Arthur Oscar. And I think we might have a mutual interest."
Anne's heart skipped a beat as Arthur's words hung in the air, filled with promise and intrigue. What could this man possibly want from her?
But as she looked into Arthur's piercing eyes, Anne felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her. She had a feeling that her life was about to change forever.
"I'm listening, Mr. Oscar," Anne said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Arthur's gaze narrowed, his eyes glinting with interest.
"I think we can help each other, Anne," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "I'm looking for someone to accompany me to different events, and I think you might be perfect." his lips curled up.
Anne's heart skipped a beat as she considered his proposal. It sounded too good to be true.
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