Unlawfully His

CHAPTER 6- WHO IS SHE?

GREGROY’S POV

Bumping into her was not how I had planned my night to go. Her eyes held an incomprehensible innocence with a glint of fire. I had sighted her earlier at the bar when that douche bag Randy Moore, had tried making his way with her.

She seemed so soft and lost in the crowd. She danced like one trying to escape reality, pretending to be happy when she looked dead from the inside. Her eyes were full of sparks, on you had to yearn for.

Her hair reminded me of a movie star, and the way that dress hugged her curves I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander even more. I couldn’t stop myself from exiting the bar immediately I sighted what had happened.

“I’m so sorry-” no I genuinely was, she didn’t know I had been following her every move since the moment I sighted her and also deliberately bumped into her. I wanted to know her, with or without a fight.

“Its fine, but your eyes though seem to roam a lot for someone apologising” I had always been a good-looking man and having women check me out was not a new thing, I just wanted to see the burn of guilt on that innocent face.

If only she knew I would be more than happy to let her eyes see the other parts of me and take it all in. to be consumed in whatever world she was running away from.

Deciding to pull her out of her misery, I suggest we head into the mansion. The mansion held a greater part of Rave; if you wanted to explore especially as a newbie it was the best pick.

With every word she said I couldn’t help but wonder what such a lady would be looking for at such party. Rave was a gathering of the most eligible and also notoriously spoilt rich bachelors.

There was nothing special I could imagine she would be seeking from it. The look on her face staring at the painting on the other end of the gallery, I could tell she was conflicted.

It was a painting I had seen a couple of times and now seemed basic to me, walking over to her almost covering what was left of her personal space- “His losing his fight to his demons”

Almost staggering, she hadn’t noticed I had invaded what was left of her personal space. Still being stuck between streams of confusion I decide to help her.

“The painting, that’s what the artiste is trying to portray. The chains signify him behind held by his demons, the birds chirping the other way is what’s meant to be peace going even farther away him and the flames means his trapped and losing the fight”

She didn’t have to admit it but her look said it all, she was amused. It was nothing special really, I just happen to be a regular here and had asked the obvious questions overtime.

Just when I assumed she wanted to be bratty once more, her tummy growled loudly. I expected she’d suggest getting food but seeing her moving to other portraits, I knew inviting her to dining would be the best option.

“There’s a private dining restaurant on the next floor we can go grab something light to keep you full till you’re done with the art pieces.”

There were two looks on her face - happiness, which I assumed would be because of the meal, and hesitation, on the other hand. She still hadn’t realized who I was.

Truly innocent was Ms Dawson.