The shock settled in instead coupled with the wetness the words he plastered in her brain brought, Her skin burned from the hotness and reddish color and refused to return to normal, and the fact that she was beside Alejandro wearing very revealing clothes.
Eyes were on her, not just any eyes, lusty eyes were pinned on her with fingers pointing towards her every time they thought she was not looking. Music blabbing at every corner of the neon room, where she sat with Alejandro at the VIP suite.
The thousands of gazes on her made her shift under the perfect soft plush sofa she sat on with Alejandro.
She caught a blonde sending a flirty look far across the room. His eyes drifted to her chest and she followed his gaze like she didn’t know what he had his eyes fixed on.
The reflection of her in the mirror earlier appeared in her head. She was wearing a very deep sleeveless plundering red top. The top had a pronounced opening that reached her tummy where the top hemline was, showing every corner and inch of her side braless boobs, she topped it with a short jean that didn’t reach to meet the top hemline.
Her long flawless legs glowed under the warm light. She had no problem wearing this because deep down, she loved being watched. Having men lose control over her body that they will never touch.
Her eyes drifted to Alejandro who was busy discussing with Maxwell and pull out something deep inside her, why was she jealous that he was not giving her attention? She rolled her eyes before directing her gaze back to the dance floor.
A mischievous thought ran through her mind on how she could get him to notice her and a light smirk appear on her face, she trailed her fingers slowly down her bare neck, slanting towards Alejandro which made her boobs push out more than before, and her butt slightly more pronounced. She smiled seeing the attention double on her.
A low deep growl beside her snapped her back to reality, her smile widened before she turned to cold-eyed Alejandro, the scowl was very much visible on his face even under the dark warm light.
“Sit alright, Jasira!” His command laced with a cold voice and a teasing smile make its way to her face. “Why don’t you make me?” She paused before she added, “My lord.”
A hard possessive hand forcefully grabbed her thigh with Alejandro gritting his teeth.
“God, you make me so angry that I wanna kill you.”
“Why don’t you?”
The scowl on his face dissolved and got replaced with stoic eyes boring at her, blazing with fire.
“I will, just keeping you alive till you used up your tiny chance.” He smirked and added in a low rumble voice. “Doing you a favor if you ask.”
Her body heat up with fire as the words came out of his mouth, her throat dried up quickly and she gently slipped away from his loose grasp. She sat upright without being told anymore. He must be lying, he was not going to kill her. She keep repeating to herself but when she peeked at him and saw the seriousness visible on his face. She shivered with fear.
Why must he mention death every time just to scare her, she hated death because she had seen people close to her in cold blood, her stomach churned and she rose to her feet immediately.
“I wanted to use the washroom.” She announced casting her eyes down, She didn’t know exactly where the washroom was located but she knew she can never lose her way.
“Did you think this would work?” Maxwell asked beside Alejandro when Jasira disappeared.
“Doubtful, huh?” Alejandro asked cocking his eyebrow at him.
“No. Just wondering if it’s all worth it.”
“I knew Roberto, he want her and he would do anything to get her even if it is being stupid. That is why I made her wear her hair up.” He would recognize the tattoo on the back of her neck. A tiny family heirloom hidden under a red colored rose, every heir and member of her family had those tattoos without knowing the meaning.
And to his luck, Jasira thought it was a mere tattoo.
“She is exactly what I need to lure him out of his hiding place. It’s high time I end it all, i’m tired of hide and seek.” Alejandro said coldly to his second-in-command before puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigar.
“Roberto, just wait till I got my hand on you. You are doomed for messing with me ten years ago.” He mumbled to himself.
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Jasira walked briskly along the red-dimly hallway. She dragged her top to cover her breast a bit and wrapped her hand around her arm. She took a right turn just like the waitress described.
The hair on her skin stood abruptly at the cold chills that were enveloping her, goosebumps ran through her body. It was as if she was being watched.
She stopped abruptly and turned back but nothing strange was behind her except two grown-up adults making out.
She skipped quickly and finally got to the lined-up doors and entered the one with the female washroom embodied on the black door.
“Gosh, this is annoying.” She muttered splashing water on her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, turning a bit so she could stare at her visible rose tattoo.
Beautifully carved to her skin when she was five years old. The memories burned her heart, even at that age, she remembered everything vividly. Her cries and how her father held her tightly in place, singing for her and petting her.
She wiped away the tears lingering in her eyes away before splashing enough water on her face ruining her light makeup completely.
She didn’t care about make-up now. She was scared of the danger she ran away from and the danger she was going to meet. Will Alejandro kill her for real?
Not to make the anxiety kill her, she leave it that he was only bluffing. She dropped the hand towel she used to wipe her face into the dirty laundry before scurrying out.
Just as she stepped out a hand shoot across to her from her left side and banged her body to the wall. A rough hand wrapped over her mouth turning her shout into murmur. The whole body enveloped her to the wall with his knees pressing her legs together and his other hand holding her chest down.
Fear. Pure fear, dawned on her. The fear that made her skin tingle, every hair on her skin rose and felt like they are crawling on her skin when her eyes met with bloody terror-filled brown eyes.
“Who… are you?” Her voice breaks against the rough hand.
“Did you know who you are?” The masked man resounded instead leaving her gobsmacked.
“What you are?”
“What… what are you saying?”
“If you want to know who you are, find me through the tattoo.” He whispered lowly before sprinting away leaving Jasira breathless and stunned.
She rubbed her hand over her mouth pressing the hallow of her cheeks as she stared off where the unknown man went through.
He appeared and disappeared just like that. Leaving her dead shocked and curious. She shook off the tingling feeling on her skin and rubbed her hand over her arm.
Her tattoo? Who was she? What the fuck was he talking about?
“Gosh!” She slammed her hand on her forehead, wiping away the sweat before going back to Alejandro.
She took her seat back at Alejandro’s side who threw her a weird glare before continuing his smoke with Maxwell.
Her tattoo? Who she was? This was making her insane! She just wants to leave here.
“Let’s go,” Alejandro announced standing up.
It was at this moment she want to pull him into a tight hug. Because that was exactly what she needed right now.
She didn’t take a second glance back at the club till they reached their car, afraid that the man may appear once again even though she was beside Alejandro. It doesn’t stop the fear.
“Why did you look like a tomato?” Alejandro asked resting his head on the head seat while facing her.
“Tomato?” She scoffed.
“If you haven’t dragged me here against my wish__
“You could have denied coming.” He cut in which made Jasira snort loudly.
“You got to be kidding me, I was nearly harassed by one stupid masked man asking me stupid questions. Who the fuck apprehended you in the hallway with the question who are you!”
“Your stalker.” He replied calmly not minding Jasira that was yelling beside him and glaring at him.
“You.. you are, gosh!” She yelled frustrated slamming her hand over her forehead.
“I know I’m handsome by the way.” The tease rolled off his mouth comfortably making Jasira gasped unbelievably.
“You are not fucking handsome! Anybody is more handsome than you!”
“Oh baby girl,” He drawled.
“Should I slit your petty tongue for that or.” He leaned away from the chair and grabbed her chin pulling her closer to his body.
“Or fuck you till you start screaming that I’m handsome in both ways.”