Lost in His Cold Eyes

Chapter 3: New Feelings

Austin

It had been two weeks since I met Shane. I didn't know why the hell I couldn't get her out of my head. She was a rebellious and defiant child, though she had a nice appearance.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Jaime had said, noticing my lack of attention.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about some business," I had replied, trying to sound natural.

"Austin, I've known you since we were 5 years old. You can't fool me. Tell me, what's wrong with you?" he had said, looking at me intensely. I knew that if I didn't tell him, he wouldn't leave me alone.

"I met a silly child, she's irritating and talkative," I had said, irritated. Jaime had looked at me as if I were a strange specimen.

"What?" I asked, noticing his curious look.

"Have you been distracted all these days by a girl?" Jaime asked as if it were a miracle. I had looked at him coldly.

"Of course not," I said, irritated.

"Oh no, then, don't you think about her?" he had said, and I had looked at him seriously. If I thought about her, it was only because of how irritating she was. Jaime had smiled happily, and I had frowned.

"I think that girl captivated you," he had said. I had glared at him.

"You're crazy. How do you think a silly baby could captivate me? She's just irritating, that's all. Leave me alone. I have a lot of work," I said, annoyed. James had gotten up and walked to the door of my office.

"Austin, you should call her. Maybe your mood will improve," my friend said with a wide smile. I glared at him and left my office before I could murder him.

Jaime was being ridiculous. That baby didn't captivate me, she was just a silly and immature girl. I needed a shot of whiskey, or I'd go crazy.

I had gotten to my apartment and went into the studio. I poured myself a drink and drank it. Shane was different from all the women I knew. She was very young and cheerful, though also responsive and rebellious. Hell, I was thinking of her again.

I finished my drink and walked to my room. I needed a relaxing bath. I went in and saw Camila lying on my bed without any clothes. She looked at me with desire.

"What are you doing here?" I said, and she positioned herself on the bed as if she were a wolf lying in wait.

"I was waiting for you," she said suggestively, "I need this, a good way to forget about that insolent child."

I approached and kissed her violently. I entered her hard and strong, and she moaned loudly while I caressed her vigorously. I did it hard while she called my name. I finished and lay down on the bed, and suddenly her beautiful green eyes came to my mind. What the hell was happening to me?

"That was really good, darling," Camila said, naked beside me.

"Get dressed and tell Noah to take you," I said in a dry tone. She looked at me annoyed and got dressed.

“See you tomorrow,” she said. I looked at her and nodded, she left my room and I sat on the bed. I have no idea why I kept thinking about Shane.

...

Shane

“We passed, we passed!” Nadia said with joy as she looked at the grades posted on the classroom door.

“Yes, that's great!” I said and smiled.

“Let’s celebrate. How about a club?” Nadia suggested. I looked at her and shook my head. I didn't want to go to any club again in my life.

“No, let’s go somewhere else,” I said, and Nadia stared at me.

“Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that annoying guy, Wells,” Nadia said with annoyance.

“No, of course not!” I lied, though the truth was that I had been thinking about him a lot. Why? I didn’t know. He was an annoying, arrogant, manic, bipolar beauty.

“Shane, don’t lie to me. You talked about him for a whole week,” she said, and I blushed. Damn it, it was true. Despite his idiotic behavior, I had to admit that his deep blue gaze was etched in my mind.

“I don’t know, Nadia. I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I said, and she looked at me curiously.

“Don’t tell me you like him,” she said, upset.

“Yes, no, I don’t know,” I said, confused. Nadia looked at me irritably.

“You’re a masochist. Fortunately, you won’t see him again,” she said, and I felt a pit in my stomach. It was true. I would never get lost in his intense blue gaze again.

The cafeteria shift was awful. We had a huge crowd, but the only good thing was that I received a lot of tips. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. His blue eyes appeared again. Why the hell did I keep thinking about him?

The day came, and I still hadn’t been able to get him out of my head. How the hell could I like such an arrogant guy? I was definitely going crazy.

The school was perfectly arranged since an important benefactor was coming. All the teachers were dressed well, and we students had to be present for the speech the so-called man would give. I just wanted to go to my apartment and rest. I hadn’t been able to sleep last night because I kept thinking about Mr. Ogre, as usual.

“Here,” a girl said, handing me a flyer with information about our benefactor. My jaw dropped when I read the man’s name. Austin Wells. Damn it, he was coming. I would see him. My heart raced, and my mouth dried up. I felt like I might faint.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nadia asked, noticing my pallor.

“It’s him, Austin, the benefactor,” I said, and Nadia raised an eyebrow, confused. I watched a couple of very luxurious cars pull up to the school. It was him and his bodyguards. Several men dressed in black got out and opened the car for him to exit. I recognized Noah, his personal bodyguard. People began to crowd around. I hadn’t noticed there were photographers. No wonder he was so arrogant. Of course, he was a millionaire.

He moved through photographers, teachers, and his security team. I only caught a glimpse of his chestnut hair. He entered the university and disappeared from my view.

"It seemed like he was very important and rich," Nadia said. I looked at her and nodded. He was indeed very rich, arrogant, sexy, and handsome. Damn, I was starting to lose my mind.

We were sitting in the university theater while the professors prepared for their speeches. Nadia and I were at the back of the bleachers, and suddenly I saw him walk up to the small stage. He was wearing a dark suit and looked very elegant and attractive.

The Literature professor finished his speech, which I hadn’t paid much attention to because I was watching him.

“We want to thank you for being our greatest benefactor, Mr. Austin Wells,” the professor said, and everyone applauded. He approached the microphone and shook my professor’s hand.

“It’s a pleasure to be here this afternoon. I have always believed that education is the foundation of a good country, which is why I support and promote youth education as much as I can,” Austin said into the microphone. I was mesmerized by his handsome presence. Nadia shook me, pulling me back to reality.

“We’ve lost you,” she said, and I rolled my eyes. His speech ended, and everyone applauded. I left the theater without waiting for Nadia. I couldn’t keep looking at him.

“Why the rush?” I heard Dalton’s stupid and irritating voice behind me. I turned and glared at him.

“What do you want?” I said angrily.

“Oh, who made you mad now?” he asked, moving dangerously close to me.

“Why do you care?” I said, turning away, but he grabbed my arm.

“I love it when you get angry,” he said. I roughly wrenched myself free from his grip.

“Go to hell,” I said, glaring at him. Dalton was the most idiotic guy I had ever met. He was a notorious womanizer and was obsessed with getting me into bed. Since I had always rejected him, he followed me everywhere.

“Sweetheart, you’re like this because you need some good s*x,” he said, and a surge of fury overcame me.

“Dalton, why don’t you stop being an ass for once in your pathetic life?” I said irritably.

“Oh, come on, why are you so mad? Who were you running from?” he asked, and I paled. I needed to leave before Austin came out. I tried to move ahead, but Dalton grabbed my arm again.

“Give me a kiss, just one,” he said, pulling me against him. I struggled to break free, but he held me tighter.

Damn, I’d have to use the self-defense techniques that my mother’s fourth husband had taught me.