A TWIST OF FATE || Rewriting

Ch. 21 || New Mission

Damien 🥀

Zaria's eyes looked back at me with confusion and her cheeks reddened as she stepped out the elevator. She clung on her sleeves nervously at which I slightly smirked. 

After what happened last night, she probably wasn't mentally ready to face me all of a sudden like this.

I was having quite a stressful day yesterday, so I decided to pay a visit to my little violence. She didn't know, obviously and that's what I wanted. 

Cade is not the only one who knows hacking, and plus, Zaria’s security system is as good as nothing. 

"You live here?" Zaria asked. I give her nod.

I live just a floor below Cade's penthouse. His penthouse is just one floor while mine has three. I have a big family to take the responsibility of. 

"Well, now that you are here, might as well take a look at your future house." I said to Zaria, stuffing my hands in my black cashmere coat. 

Cade walked towards the sitting room, leaving me and Zaria alone. 

She probably doesn't need any tour around here. I have already got her room arranged and texted her to just get her stuff packed. When we'll be at Kauai, the people I have hired to move her things to my place will get it all done before we come back. They'll even arrange her closet. 

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Aren't we running out of time to catch the flight?"

"It's my private jet. We can leave whenever we want." I gave a prideful wink. 

She relaxed her shoulders. She is wearing a black turtle neck top and a black high waist leather pants, her long black hair flowing down her back. I am tempted to pin her against the wall, fist up those hair and kiss her, smearing all that red lipstick off her lips. 

I stepped towards her; her body tensed again as she backed away until her back meets the wall. I lifted my both hands and rested them against the wall, trapping her. Her chest is rising and falling as she struggles to keep eye contact. 

I smoothly tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as I asked in a low voice, "Are we real enough now?" 

She immediately picked up on the time when she told me about us not being a real couple at the party. But little does she know what a beautiful tragedy we actually are.

"I can't say anything, you haven't fucked me yet." She raised an eyebrow and slightly raised her chin, challenging me.

I pressed my body more into her and she tried her best to control the gasp escaping past her lips. 

"Didn't know you wanted me so badly to do so." I chuckled near her ear. 

Her gaze fell on my lips at that, she bit her own lower lip. 

"How come do you claim to hate me when you go and do things like this which tempts me to fuck you?" Her eyes lit up at my question and she brushed off my hands as she stepped away. 

"No, I don't want you anywhere near me." She clearly is trying to convince herself because she sure as hell isn’t convincing me.