Damien’s POV
“I will say whether the deal is worth it or not. Not you!” I yelled in the phone and hanged up. I was starting to have an headache and the investors are not helping me. I really needed a coffee and there seems not to be a single café for crying out loud. I am seriously starting to get pissed.
Everyone is scared of me and they should be too. That’s when I get what I want done. If they do not fear me they’ll never do what I want and I’ll never get what I want and I always get what I want. ALWAYS.
After so long of searching I finally found a Café. I quickly parked and got down. I was rushing to get a coffee when someone suddenly bumped into me. I quickly got angry and started to glare at the person.
When I looked down, it was a girl who reached my chest barely. I did not why but all of a sudden I felt like protecting this girl from all evilness and darkness.
She slowly raised her head up to look up at me. And I was dumbfound. I was mesmerized by her big doe eyes. She held so much of innocence and purity, I couldn’t move. I kept looking at her. She started to ramble a bunch of apologies.
But I couldn’t do anything. I kept looking at her. Suddenly I snapped out of everything. I am a dangerous person. Everyone should fear me. But something deep down wished she was the only person who does not fear me. I snapped out of my daydream.
I scoffed at her and put up my hands to stop her from rambling. She quickly kept quiet. I started to move forward and she got afraid and moved back until she was against the wall. I was an inch away from her and her smell hit me strong. It somehow calmed me.
But still I put up the strong and tough exterior. She looked down to avoid my gaze. I stared at her before speaking.
“How dare you bump on me? Do you know who am I?” I spoke dangerously. She vigorously shook her head and continued to looked down.
“I could be your worst nightmare.” I whispered slowly into her ears. I heard her gasp. She started to quiver and apologising and how she was late for her school. When she was apologising and scared something in me felt uneasy.
I wanted to see into her eyes again. I hold up her chin and made her look at me. When I looked into her eyes it was as if I forgot everything that was happening around me. I just continued to stare into her eyes, I couldn’t bring myself from looking into her eyes.
After sometime I found the strength to look away. I took a deep breath and let her go and backed away. She quickly took the chance to run away, As she was running away I kept looking at her. All I wanted to do was run to her and pull her into my arms and never let her go.
I quickly shook my head and when back to my car. I decided I did not need the coffee anymore. I got into the car and quickly drove off. On the way to my Office I couldn’t help but think of the girl. She was simply dead gorgeous and magnificent.
She carried this light with her. Her innocence was driving me crazy. Damn it I need to get her out of my head. She maybe a stranger but she is now stuck in my head. I quickly drove off to the office so that I wouldn’t miss the meeting.
Within fifteen minutes I reached my office. I quickly got on to my private lift and went up to my office. And yes I have a private lift. I don’t like sharing what is mine. And also I need my privacy.
Soon I reached my office. I prepared myself for the meeting and went to the meeting room. As the meeting started and the board member started speaking, my mind drifted off to the girl I met in the café.
Why on earth is she keep coming into my mind. What was so special about her? I have dated several models before but no one has disturbed me the way she had.
I realised I lost focus on the meeting and decided to postpone the meeting. I told everyone to reschedule and walked out off the meeting room. I retreated back to my office room.
Once I entered I poured myself a whiskey. I don’t understand what is going on with me. Why is she disturbing me so much. Damn her eyes is alluring. They held so much innocence.
I found myself getting in lose of them. Words just couldn’t be formed when I was looking at them. She held me prison in her eyes. They held so much light and purity, I have never felt myself drawn to someone in the way I have been drawn to her.
I quickly came back to reality when I heard the door being open. I got irritated on the peron for not knocking. When I turned to see who is it, it turned out to be my dad.
I chewed my words back. “Good morning son.” my father greeted me. “Good morning dad.” I greeted my dad back. I was always formal to everyone whether its family, my employees or friends.
“What brings you here?” I asked him. “I bring news my son.” My father told me. I raised my eyebrows in question. That’s when he told me something that got me shocked and confused.
“You are getting married my son.”