The perfect encounter

Chapter eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“You need to be careful, Clara,” Mark said to her.

“I'm angry, Mark,” She replied.

Her memory kept on replaying how the lady fell to the floor, she couldn't just get it off her mind.

“I know, but you can let your emotions get the best of you” He consoled her.

“Have you talked to our chief?”He asked while looking at the people entering the club.

They were on break so they had to keep their emotions in check due to what happened.

“No, I haven't; I need to let him know about what is going on.” She thought about calling him when they got back to the hotel.

“Okay, just be careful because the rest of the workers weren't surprised about the killing.” He looked at her; she looked pretty with her hair tied in a ponytail.

“Yeah, I suspected it. They all looked normal, they must have been threatened not to tell anyone. Tell Allison and Stephen to try and get something out of them” She looked around when they were to avoid anyone listening to their conversation.

“It won't be easy since everyone is tight-lipped, but we will try,” He said, assuring her that they would get something.

“Don't stay out for too long,” He said as he walked back into the club.

Clara was left alone thinking about what she could do.

“Boom!” Eliot tried scaring her which didn't work.

“You are strange, a lot of ladies would have screamed” He said while he came into the light.

“I'm not a lot of ladies, I'm Clara” She rolled her eyes.

“Clara.” He whispered her name softly, and Clara got shivers.

“What are you doing here?” She quickly composed herself.

“This is my usual spot” He flashed her a smile.

“Right, how's your arm? Are you using your drugs regularly?” She asked; he looked agile for someone who was stabbed last night.

“All good,” he tried, demonstrating his arms for her.

“ Yeah, yeah, I get it” She waved her hand for him to stop.

Mirabel walked out of the club and gave her a deadly stare before she walked back in.

“What's her deal?” Clara muttered.

“ I have to go back inside” She turned to leave but was stopped by his words.

“Thank you,” He said.

“ You are one hell of a confused person” She sounded frustrated.

“Did you remember what you told me yesterday? You told me to stay away from you but here you are, coming to me” She crossed her arms and looked at him.

“I'm dangerous very and I don't want you to be in the midst of my fights” He said looking into her eyes.

Something kept on pulling him to her, was it her brown eyes that looked so warm at him or was it her calming voice?.

“Then stop coming to meet me, find a time to clear your head” She felt her emotions being played.

He was the only person who could bring out different emotions from her, he was really dangerous for her.

“I tried but it isn't working” He muttered. He was Eliot Stone a ruthless assassin but here he was, acting like a child in front of a lady.

“Eliot, I need to go” She called his name.

As she was about to turn, he took her hand and dragged her to a corner beside the club.

“What are you doing?” She tried to remove her hand but his grip was strong.

“Repeat what you said” He asked in a commanding tone.

Clara felt all her hair raise when he talked in that voice, she looked so small in front of him.

“What was that?” She tried maintaining her stand.

“Say my name baby” he whispered as he cupped her chin.

“Say it” his voice was so hypnotizing.

Clara was lost in his voice and black eyes.

“Eliot” she whispered in a quivering voice.

“You bring the beast out of me” He said dangerously before he crashed his lips against hers.

Clara legs turned jelly as she held onto him for strength, his lips was soft and he was a great kisser. She let of a moan when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and squeeze her waist.

Eliot hunger increased in multiple fold when he kissed her, he had warned himself that she was dangerous to him but he couldn't just erase her.

He felt like taking her to his room and f*****g her so hard while she screamed his name.

“You know how to make me weak” he placed his head on hers while she leaned on his chest.

“You are confusing me Eliot, I can't do this” She turned away and walked into the club.

Eliot had to control himself in yanking her back and having his way with her. He felt she was someone precious and he had to treat her gently.

“I thought you would enter after me” Mark asked when he saw her entering.

“I had to take care of something, can I go home?. I'm feeling weak” She lied.

She wasn't feeling weak, she just wanted to get Eliot and his kisses out of her mind.

“Are you okay?” Mark placed his hand on her forehead which was warm.

“You can go, I'll cover up for you and inform the rest” he followed her to the door.

“Make sure you use your drug” he patted her hair then waved at her before going back to the club.

Eliot who saw the encounter felt a sudden urge of possessiveness, he wanted to snap the neck of Mark badly.

“She is mine” he punched the wall not caring about the blood dripping from his hand.

“Where are you going” Clara heard Mirabel voice, she was standing in front of her.

“I'm going home, I have informed Boss” She said and passed beside her, she wasn't in the mood of talking to her.

“I wasn't done talking” She dragged her back. Clara felt pain and saw Mirabel dug her nails into her skin.

“I'm warning you, stay away from my man” she pointed her finger to her.

“And if I may ask, who is your man” Clara asked feeling angry. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and lay down.

“Don't act like you don't know b***h, I'm talking about Mr Eliot. I see the way you are seducing him but let me earn you, he is mine” She said.

Clara burst into laughter, she laughed so hard that tears trickled down her eyes.

“What's funny, why are you laughing?” Mirabel asked feeling angry.

“He isn't your man and I don't even care” She replied and turned to walk away but was still held by her.

“Stay the hell away from me” She turned to her with her eyes blazing with anger.

Mirabel's heart stopped beating for a second when Clara looked at her. Her eyes

Looked deadly, she quickly released her grip and kept quiet as she walked away.

“I'll deal with her” She whispered after she had gone.