THE MAN WHO FAILED ME

Yes, I'm on the way mom" a manly deep voice responded in assurance to his nagging mother. Driving his favourite sports car to the appointed place. A potential blind date, as his mother said. "Don't play tricks on me son. She's my friend daughter. Young and beautiful, she is successful in her career. She would make a wonderful supportive wife" his lip twitch at that word. Wife? He never planned to have one. Why would he willingly be restrain to marriage? Tied down from his explicit fun bachelorhood to a boring family man for eternity when he could have the world at his feet? "Believe me mom, she will be beyond pleased" he hung up like an obedient son agreeing to his mother every word. Smirking to himself he stepped on the accelerator wanting to end the date that hasn't started. In his prime youth, apart from expanding his business he sought to spend his waking days enjoying life. Never in his entire life had he been deprived of women to tend to his every desire. From an arm candy to a bed warmer, he has it all ready at his feet to carter to his every need. He reluctantly agreed to grace his presence at the blind date after his mother persistent visit to his office. Disrupting his leisure night, he was compelled being reduce to nothing but to followed her stubborn persuasion. He was known for his one-night-stand policy. Staying sternly away from relationship like a plague. His usual tatic was bang and forget. No string attched, no date despite how experience and sexy a woman was, he never return back. Except that one woman whom he trusted being young in love. Only to be discarded, trampled and cheated on. She was his first in everything. From a first relationship to a first kiss, she owned it all. Two days after his first intimacy she took a man to their bed. Leaving him dumped and humiliated. He expected he was different from her many suitor. From pampering her with luxurious jewelleries to attending events as his partner, he did it all to wooed her. Thinking back he persuaded her to boost his male ego rather than the infatuation of love. She was admired and desire by many and he was on a mission to conquer the lady many eyed on. Pristine. One word to describe the luxurious membership cafe. From the interior designs by the top designer in the country to their table arrangements were spectacularly arrange befitting the luxury. A competition among the rich heiress to owned a membership card to boast in the high society. Every eye turn to glance at the tall man, head straight, shoulder upright being led by the waiter to his reserved table. His demeanour composed and calm with a taste of supremacy and luscious from the touch of his sunglass to his dashing, alluring appearance. Everything pale, blurring into oblivion clearing a path to the most divine angel he had ever laid eyes on. Possessing a beauty no words could justify, a spellbinding perfection no human on earth could ever compare to. Just pure perfection. He remained enchanted in her beauty from her silky golden hair complimenting her fair skin to her slender fingers tucking a golden strand behind her ears deeply engrossed in her own world. Typing on her laptop. Oblivious of the predatory eyes staring at her. He felt an emotion he never had. The urge to possess her. Ignorance to say the least, unaware of the expression his face holds. Admiration. He forgot to breathe when the most magnificent, mesmerizing beautiful sea blue eyes met his. Then she smiles, having him unconsciously flinching feeling himself weak on the knee. The realisation had him clenching his jaw, he was enchanted by a woman. She went back to staring intensely at the laptop, tuned out from the outside world. Like she was not the culprit to the foreign emotion overwhelming him. So obliviously innocent or was it deliberately? He has no answer. "Mr Black" a feminine voice address him. Prying his attention from the mesmerizing angel to a bolder woman. He forced himself to concentrate on the woman behind him than the beautiful angel who was the opposite of his ideal type. Any other day he will love her companion but his whole existence crave the angel who briefly cast her eyes at him. Before him sat the woman of every men's wet dream, ready to submit to his every desire but nothing of her could steal the magnetic pull towards the seraphic beauty. His eyes keeps circling back to. Memorizing every of her expressions not realising he was drowning into her spell bound enchantment. Taking notice of the slight pout on her pink lips, a frown on her adorable face and finally realising a sigh of frustration. A tempted thought crossed his mind then disappeared as quickly as it did. Cold dread creeps in by the thought of his tainted self tainting her innocent soul. Pushing aside the magnetic attraction he tried to focus on the date. Cursing the disastrous mistake he did when he gave into his mother persuasion. Five minutes into the conversation and he never felt the urge to shut a person than he did at that moment. Blabbers after blabbers about her expectations from him to support her lavish lifestyle, the wedding venue, the diamond rings she wanted till he zoned her out. An amusing tuck curve on his lips watching the frustrating frown adoring her face intensified. That ignited a spark in him, he became invested. He observed her flipping through a file, then scrolling on her laptop. So dedicated to her work, she gave no hint of interest in her surrounding. He felt a sinking emotion, dawning within him when a young man approached her offering a drink. The bitterness grew when she smile at him. Whatever she might have said had the man flushing red and walking away with a smile. He breathed out a sigh of annoyance. For the past three hour she had endlessly research on the Egyptian Pharaoh economy strategy. One in particular her favourite, he was a great ruler and conqueror, praised and worshipped by his people. She admired his intellect and bravery but could not understand how the Pharaoh's managed his harem of two hundred wives and hundreds of children. She understood the political reasons behind marriage alliances but that couldn't answer her concern questions. Why must women be treated as object for securing alliance? Having no voice to live the life she desires, but wait on her husband endless parade with his wives for a man who neither desires her nor knew of her existence? She sigh frustrated. Glancing up she catch sight of the handsome man in Drexel's latest release, a casual suit with a combination of a decent sensual appearance. His firm unyielding stare fixated on her. His eyes, a pair of the most beautiful alluring grey eyes the world had ever seen. His broad shoulder relaxed occupying the seat across a beautiful woman in all his glory. Majestic. She couldn't help but observe the man. Despite being dress in the most expensive custom designer suit accompanied by a beautiful woman he bore the most exhausted expression. The sudden vibration of her phone itterupted her random thought. Reading the piling messages from her overprotective older brother, Nicholas, who dramatically begged to save him from their aunt endless charade about his dating life. Taking that as a cue to leave having served the purpose of her visit by her mother strict rules. Which neither of them could disobeyd. She was scheduled to visit the Elite Cafe once per week likewise how her brothers engaged in the Polo Club. An exclusive membership club for young male heirs particularly selected by the founders family. Sending a quick text to her personal bodyguard, she pack her belongings. Taking the warm weather outside into consideration she ordered their favourite winter melon boba. Danny walks in carrying an ID card that allows entry for a non-member, to bodyguards and assistants, spotting her delicate petite figure he approached her. Taking her laptop bag with a small nod of greetings. A non-expressive professional man who follows the rules seriously with her safety on line. A decent look, tall and fit with the kindest personality contrary to his rough appearance. He accepted the drink without protest after the countless failure when he tried to reject her offer. He has never felt so grateful then accepting the offer to provide his service, despite being the doted daughter of the successful billionaire couple, spoil and pampered by her brothers she grew up being grateful and kind. Her eyes unconsciously look up to the bored man erupting a small gasp from her lips. His grey eyes intensely watching them. Blinking she looks away, her heart thumping eratically by the predatory look on his eyes. "Are you listening?" his date huff-whine annoyed at him. He responded flatly with a straight no. Feeling restless and unease for an unknown reason. She stares at him with disbelief. Her eyes widened by his blunt disinterest. Taking her stunned state as his cue he walks out, leaving his disastrous date behind. Walking towards towards his park car he paused, a nauseatic bile threatening his throat glaring at the man in black suit assisting his angel into the car. "Metum!" He cursed under his breath staring at the empty parking space. He drove off in the opposite direction, his mind a beautiful chaotic mess with his newfound interest. The little flicker of hope to cross path again remain hidden within him. So does their fate.