Emerged

Chapter 4: When the dust settles

Elijahs POV:

To say I've encountered a woman who could ignite the dormant fire in me , is hardly touching the surface of how I felt when Ms Spitfire told me to go crawl in a hole and die; in a much more creative way of cause.

I found myself thinking about how beautiful her green orbs were when she was angry and how her face illuminated when she smiled ; even if it was sarcastically.

Being the i***t I am, the first thing that came out of my mouth when I went up to her was a dickish thing to say. Go Eli!

I wanted to test how quick it was to rile her up and to say she lived up to the expectation was far from the truth. She exceeded them. I never saw such a beautiful face contort into a look of disgust in an instant and her words, like daggers, pushed past her luscious lips so fast, I swear I could see the vapour of her words lingering in the air.

She was going to be mine. Even if I have to make her hate me and then love me after.

Luck had found me the day I had to stumble into that bookstore to grab books for my sisters kid , who kept pestering me about "Choo-choo trains Uncie" , in his famous words. The boy was obsessed with everything that had wheels. Little did I know I would find my heart beating rigorously in my chest the moment I saw her sneering at the mail man and smirking at whatever he said.

The most gorgeous green eyes , brown hair and a figure I could see was well taken care of.

'Geez she is beautiful!', I thought to myself in that moment. I found myself envious of the guy who had her engrossed in conversation, paying notice to his adamant staring into her eyes and laughing at her every word.

They seemed close.

I found myself wanting to come between them, push him away from something I wanted to claim as my own. Why I felt this way toward a stranger I never spoke to, was as profound to me as it was a mystery.

When he left and I got the courage to walk up to her , I found myself enraged that she did not have that same glint in her eyes when hers locked on mine.

I did notice one thing though... she liked what she saw. The comment I made was out of pure spite as I wanted her to look at me the same, with interest beyond the looks so many admire me for. I wanted her to remember me as more than just a ‘pretty’ face.

It worked. Well, enough to get her to light my ass on fire and torch my ego with a block of lava but it worked. I had triggered the switch I saw spark a moment ago with mail man. Only this time it was a full blown fire.

To say I found my match was an understatement. Venturing back the next day I thought I would try to appease the situation and make a proper introduction, only to have her fall into my arms -literally.

The moment I caught a wiff of her scent; flowery and vanilla; I knew I would like to dissect the parts of her body and mind no man has ever been. I was completely incapsulated by this woman, whose name I did not know but face haunted my dreams and fogged my memory that very morning.

Having her turn me down so harshly for just her name was a turn on, sparring me on into breaking down a wall I see was built with bobbed wire encasing it. Stinging me every time I attempted to inch closer. She was gorgeous when focused and I could see that in some way-good or bad- I had an effect on her too.

Now all I needed... was for the dust to settle and the battle for her heart can truly begin. Little does she know that she is mine and that I've already been claimed as hers.

Creepy? Maybe. True? Definitely.

Now to get her name.

What an incredibly hard to get woman. Just what I needed.

Challenge accepted spitfire, let’s see if you can resist me forever.