CHAPTER 3 - Is He Mr. Blue?
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The man stood frozen, unable to move even as Ameelah gently pulled the pink envelope and the scented stationery from his trembling hands. When she inhaled the fragrance of the paper, her eyes grew wide. She slowly looked up at the nerdy man standing before her, the one from whom she had just taken the evidence.
“Don’t tell me... you are Mr. Blue?” Ameelah asked with squinting eyes. She stared at him as his face turned a deep, shining red with shame. He was speechless, looking as if he had chewed his tongue, unable to utter a single word in his defense.
“Hey, tell me. Are you Mr. Blue?” Ameelah reiterated her question. The man remained motionless, merely looking at her, paralyzed by her gaze. By now, they were drawing curious looks from everyone inside the bookstore.
When several more seconds passed in silence, Ameelah’s eyes narrowed further.
“Mister, if you are Mr. Blue, you’ve got to stop sending me those love letters right now. I was so excited to meet Mr. Blue, but if it's you, I am sure as hell going to be frustrated. So please, if you are Mr. Blue, stop with your illusions now!” Ameelah said loudly. She marched out of the bookstore, throwing him one last sharp, biting look.
Some of the people nearby laughed at the young nerdy man, having heard exactly what the beautiful and sexy Ameelah Grayson had just said to him.
A handsome, tall student even tapped the nerdy man’s shoulder and mocked him. “Tsk. Dream of something realistic, man. Not Ameelah Grayson. She’ll be mine soon.”
The nerdy man looked at the tall student fiercely, his fists clenching at his sides.
“What? You want to fight me?” the tall man asked, laughing as he tapped the nerdy man’s shoulder again. “That’s another dream you should forget, nerdy boy. You can’t fight me, or you’ll end up in the orthopedic ward.”
In a matter of milliseconds, the nerdy man’s right fist flew, hitting the handsome student square in the face. In return, the tall man retaliated with a swift frontal kick that sent the nerdy man flying into a nearby bookshelf. As he tried to stand, the tall man released another hard kick, approaching him as he hit the ground to deliver a series of punishing punches to his face.
Only when the security guards arrived was the tall man finally stopped. The nerdy man lay motionless on the floor, his face bleeding and his eyeglasses thrown aside, shattered. An ambulance was called immediately, and the young man was rushed to the nearby hospital.
Nearly an hour after he was admitted, a starlet named Darameh Lewinston—the longtime mistress of the billionaire hotel magnate Frank Hilbates—arrived. Upon his release from the emergency room, she immediately had the nerdy young man transferred to a private executive hospital suite.
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When the second semester began, a new, well-built heartthrob became the center of attention the moment he entered the university. He was a stunningly handsome young man with piercing, cold blue eyes. He moved with confidence; his charisma and presence were self-imposing. He carried an aura of being untouchable yet magnetic, making the ladies around him squirm just for a chance to be noticed.
The new heartthrob walked straight to the registrar’s office to finalize his enrollment. As he stepped out, he saw Ameelah Grayson walking quickly toward him, her head down as she hurried along. Intentionally, he stepped into her path, and they bumped into each other.
“Ouch! So sorry, Miss,” he said immediately. His right arm shot out, catching Ameelah by the waist to prevent her from falling to the ground.
“Next time, look where you are walking and not anywhere else!” Ameelah was so pissed off that she almost shouted, but when she looked up at the man still holding her, she froze. The words died in her throat. She inhaled his masculine, cool scent, and a sudden blush crept up her neck.
“Miss, I am really sorry. It was entirely my fault; I was in a hurry. Are you okay?” His deep baritone filled her ears, and his bluish eyes seemed to penetrate deep into her soul.
“I... I am okay. I was at fault too, I was also in a hurry,” she stammered, unable to unlock her gaze from his. His eyes narrowed slightly as a smile curved on his lips.
“Still, I am sorry,” he said, not yet releasing his hold on her waist.
“Oh,” Ameelah straightened as she realized the gorgeous stranger was still holding her. She glanced at his hand and gave a sheepish smile. “Your hand...” she murmured.
He removed his hand quickly, looking at her with apologetic eyes. “My apologies, again,” he said gently. He smiled, exposing a set of pearly white, well-trimmed teeth. Ameelah held her breath as cute little dimples appeared on his cheeks. He is awesome, she thought, definitely a sight to behold.
"You’re forgiven. Are you new here at the university?" Ameelah asked, trying to regain her composure.
"No. This is my second semester here, though I’m in my third year of Business Administration. I transferred earlier this year," he replied, his blue eyes locked onto hers.
"Ah, I see. No wonder I haven't seen you around. Technically, you're still new," Ameelah replied, daring not to look away.
"Sort of. By the way, it’s my lucky day to meet you, Miss...?" He trailed off, clearly seeking her name.
She smiled sweetly and offered her hand. "Ameelah Grayson."
"Nice meeting you, Miss Ameelah Grayson. Darmiel John Lewinston, at your service." The young man smiled and accepted her hand. As their palms met, a jolt of electricity ran through Ameelah’s veins. Her cheeks turned reddish as Darmiel refused to let go; instead, he brought her hand up and kissed the back of it, looking at her so deeply she felt as if she might melt on the spot.
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