The Code of Intimacy

Chapter

I watched the scene played across from where I was standing. The great Sebastian Lord, known for being a notorious business devil in this world was holding a woman, possessing her. I wanted to flinch from the way he roared ownership of the girl but somehow, I found him undeniably under the spell of the woman he called his. I could see the way his body carelessly and carefully handled her. It was difficult to explain but I could figure how he cared for her so much.

“Are you okay?”, I heard Melinda asked from beside me. I looked at her and saw the genuine concern her eyes always held from me. I silently thanked her for everything she had done for me so far. I knew that she wanted to touch my hand for comfort but she knew better not to touch me and make everything inside of me worse.

Smiling weakly, I tried to ease her worry and said, “Y-Yes”, I wanted to slap myself or at least pour the glass of champagne I was holding all over my head when my voice failed me. I bit my lip and she sighed heavily.

“Come on let’s go home”

I nodded. Turning to face the door we went in earlier, I saw a man leaning against the wall, unlike most of the guys I saw on the hall, he was in his all black attire making him blend on the shadows he was in, even his eyes, and they were a shade darker than the most. It looked scary but somehow they held the unquestionable power and command that made my body shiver. I was supposed to look away, I told myself. It would only cause me trouble.

He was trouble. I knew it.

This feeling and the action that I could completely recognize were there. I was clearly attracted to the man who was a stranger to me.

Gulping the content of his glass, I watched his Adam’s apple bubbled up and down, finding myself doing the same but with me not pushing anything down my throat but a lump of uneasiness.

A smirk splattered across his face when the man having a bigger built said something on him.

What could be the sound of his laughter?

Would it be like the music I usually listened to?

Or the sound of the calming rain against my window?

I was saved being lost in my thoughts when something bump into my shoulder. I stumbled on my feet, an unfamiliar calloused hand held my arm making everything worse and I felt my body shook. The all too familiar trembling made it not possible to see what was happening around me. I could hear someone angrily spat words I knew intended to reach my ears. My heart was beating too fast for my liking. The sudden touch I felt under the clothing I had was burning on my skin.

My head started to spin and I reached for the nearby table for support. Tears were beginning to blur my vision but I heard Melinda shouted something to someone. The ringing in my ears caused me to cringe and gasp.

“I said, let go!”, Melinda screamed angrily.

Nearly panting the air in and out of my lungs, I tried to get out of the shackle-like hold on me but failed miserably, and that was when another voice joined the commotion.

“What the hell is happening here?”, that unfamiliar deep sound was clear and loud. Lifting my head slightly to see the source of that sound, I saw him.

The man I called trouble. He appeared to be more dangerous up close. He spared a glance at my direction and his eyes narrowed, they travelled from my own and traced along to the man’s grip on me. They looked much darker now. But somehow, his face was stone cold.

“M-Mr. Dela Constanza”, the man, who I guessed bumped into me, spoke resembling a scared dog facing an alpha wolf. He finally let go as I let out deep breathes.

“Mr. Weaver, I am asking what the hell are you doing shouting at this women given the fact that one of them is not in a good shape”, black globes travelled onto me again clashing with mine which appeared to be less worrisome.

Looking away, I felt scared, too but it was not the same fear the paling man was feeling, it was because of the unwanted intensity they held.

“I-It’s nothing, sir"

“Are you okay, Cherry?”, faintly managing a smile, I nodded but clutched the table tighter. The churning in my stomach started again and my head pounded a little. I closed my eyes hoping to make the pain go away.

“S-Sorry”, the man, Mr. Weaver, hesitantly apologized to us but when he reached out to touch my hand again, I staggered backwards colliding with a warm wall behind me. A pair of strong arms held my waist tighter to keep me from entirely planting myself on the marble floor.

Realizing that someone was actually making this physical contact with me this close, I hastily pushed the arms away from me with all the strength that had left in me.

“Don’t touch me”, I breathed out painfully. I wanted to glare at the man and instead it happened that my eyes already brimmed with fear and tears.

“Look here, woman”, I heard Mr. Weaver almost gritted on his teeth. He must be angry that I showed disrespect in front of the man who seemed so important, “You are not supposed to—“, but he was unable to finish his words of hatred on my action because the Mr. Dela Constanza glared at him.

I as heaving heavily and I needed to get out of there. I waved my attention to Melinda and she got my message that we needed to leave.

Slowly, Mr. Dela Constanza raised his hands as if showing that he was not going to touch me or do any harm.

“I’m sorry”, he said. His voice was cold and emotionless. But he was curious and was trying to figure out what was really wrong.

Again, for the time I could not count now, dark spheres bore into mine and I chose that time to scurry on my feet to step onto the exit and go home with Melinda.

“Be careful, mi bella…”, I swear, I heard him said it in barely whispered voice.

I was scared.

I was scared because the moment, that last moment that his eyes landed on mine, I knew he would be coming for me no matter what and that was the one thing I was not ready for.

Touches that burn like wild fire was something I would never be ready ever no matter how I craved for it.