Soul Fate

Ariella,,…

Looking at his arm I noticed a Dragon tattoo under my hand and whip my head towards him, only for the rest of my words to die on my lips to see beautiful slate gray almost pure silver eyes sucking me in.

His full lips making my mouth so dry, I lick my lips.

Dark chocolate brown hair almost black just barely brushing his shoulders, perfectly tousled slightly curly hair just ready for you to slide your fingers through with high cheekbones and a strong jaw clenched in challenge .

He’s the tallest man I have ever seen has to be 6’4 at least with muscles for days wearing a dark charcoal custom suit with a navy blue striped tie and matching pocket square with slick black shoes .

His cologne smells absolutely irresistible with his masculine presence wrapping around me surrounding me in his mouth watering scent making me feel hot and dizzy.

I could feel my blood pounding in me and heat pooling low in my belly . His smoldering gaze sending a lightning bolt of pure pleasure straight to my c**t, feeling my p***y clench with need. I can feel myself getting wetter, just from his piercing eyes, like he’s stripping me down to my soul.

I think vaguely he’s sin on legs, then I realized I must be drooling. I snap out of it a blush staining my cheeks red, then remembering he just tried to Steal my Drink!

“ what are you doing?” I ask trying to mask my embarrassment for staring at him ” This is my drink I just paid for it.” He says with a thick Russian accent raising his brow in a challenge. His voice sends a shiver through me, take it all back this guy is a cocky bastard.

I’m completely baffled at the audacity of his man before me. “ excuse me sir but I believe you are mistaken, I just ordered this and that drink is sitting in front of me not you sir.” I try to say calmly, while outrage simmers inside me.

He drinks me in looking slowly from my shoes to legs, skimming over my breasts lingering for a moment and to finally rest on my face I can see heat in his gaze like he’s undressing me where I sit.

I hate how my body is responding to this man just from the look in his eye its almost predatory, the hunger I see in his eyes as they flashed a brilliant quicksilver, he devours my appearance. His gaze pinning me in place, he scoffs leaning toward me and whispers in my ears and says ” its mine now, and so are you moya prekrassnaya .” He says as he just saunters off towards the VIP area , as I sit there stunned into silence .

Aria comes to me and says “ What just happened between you and Damen Roman?” She asks looking at me with concern. Im Stunned again, shocked “ what did you just say!” I squeaked at her.

Aria looks at me like I have two heads and repeats “that was Damen Roman the CEO of my firm, and you look like he just kicked your puppy?” My mouth gapes, stammering I dare a quick glance over to the VIP section Damen and I make eye contact I freeze he smirks and turn back to his colleagues ignoring me.

I Immediately I want to leave “ that was The Damen Roman your company’s Boss?” I Squeak at her again for confirmation, I ask her panicked.

“I think i’m going to die of mortification.” I say in a rush. I cant believe I totally fawned over him like a schoolgirl and then made myself a complete imbecile by fighting with him over a simple drink. I turn so I no longer have to look at him, but I can still feel his eyes burning into me I can feel it lingering on my ass, facing Aria I quickly told her what happened, by the time I finish telling her what happened she looked throughly amused at my plight.

she leans over my shoulder to him and says “ I know I drooled over him too the first time I met him, too but working for him has cured me with his ruthless work ethic “she tells me earnestly. “ let’s just drink together and have fun ok? Lets just forget him.” I tell her . She sighs and nods her head, and pulls me by the hand towards the dance floor.” Come on lets dance.”

I shake my head at her in disbelief, as we head to the dance floor we start dancing to my favorite song Beautiful Mistakes by Maroon 5 featuring Megan thee stallion. We lose ourselves in the music, dancing together grinding to the beat. Throughout the night the alcohol and music carry us into the center of the dance floor.