Aurelia
Messy brown hair, amber eyes flickering under the golden light, all black suit, the phone still on his ear, that sexy smirk that infuriates me yet I love so much plastered on his face.
It's him. It's Jayvion. A lump rose from my throat but I forced it down with a gulp. I'm not gonna cry. Not because I missed him. I'm not....I don't...
What am I saying?
"Wh--what are you doing here?" I managed to say, my voice barely about whisper.
"Come here, Twyla" he commanded.
That voice. That command.
My body moved on its own volition toward him, my gaze locked on his. I let my hand fall from my ear, the call still connected, not caring to end it.
The whole room should watch, I don't care. I need to get close to him.
Time slowed as the distance between us seemed to stretch by each step I took. My heart drummed in both anticipation and frustration.
He didn't move. He simply waited. Those amber eyes dissecting me with such intensity that sent chills down my spine. Walking across the room felt like a journey of thousand miles as I finally, finally crossed the distance between us.
His scent wrapped around me like smoke and his amber eyes looked far too beautiful tonight. A dangerously delicious vibe was emanating from him.
He didn't talk, neither did I. It looks like I lost my voice entirely when he commanded me to come.
He broke the intense eye contact and his eyes fell on my hand. I gulped.
He lifts a hand, slowly and deliberately reaching for the tiny leaf bracelet locked on my wrist and adjusted it. His thumb lingering on my fluttering pulse that sent jolts of electricity through me.
His eyes came back to hold mine, smirking.
Then a black-haired man dressed in a grey suit approached and whispered something inaudible to him. A coldness flashed in his amber eyes, so cold that it instantly made me freeze- as though I wasn't already freezing.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and whispered.
"Stay with your friends. Trevor is here" it was an order. Not a suggestion.
He pulled back and stared at me, really stared.
"I'll be back, Twyla" his voice dropped an octave lower. It was a promise but I didn't buy it. He can't just leave like that.
"But..."
"Don't you dare think about following me. Don't. You. Dare" his eyes flashed dangerously. His aura suddenly changed to a dangerous one and my survival instincts immediately kicked in. I stopped in my tracks.
He gave me one last look that screams both promise and warning and slipped into the shadows as if he wasn't there; leaving only me and the black-haired man, whom I suppose it's Trevor. He nodded respectfully at me.
"He'll be back. Believe him" his tone meant to reassure. I swallowed pass the lump on my throat and nodded.
Grey Donovan came up behind me. "Ms Blackwood, you alright? You look...shaken" Grey is observant as he's nice.
"Yeah I'm fine. Everything's fine" I fauxed a smile and nodded.
"Let's grab some cocktail, yeah?" I flagged a nearby butler. A ploy to stop his questions . It worked.
"Yeah sure"
Our attention was called towards the balcony where the president of the literary community; Mr Vincent l
Lane, CEO of Lanes Books and Publication stands tall. Flanked by his wife and two other important figures in the literary community.
"Evening powerful authors. Welcome to our annual international literary celebration" Mr Lane announced and a round of applause erupted in the hall.
"As we gather here to celebrate you all; authors with striking imaginations. I am glad we..." The speech went on and I let my mind wander to a certain brown-haired, amber-eyed villain who smelled like whiskey and sin.
What's wrong? Is everything alright? What if something happened? My heart accelerated at the thought of him being in danger.
As if reading my mind, my phone lit up with a notification. A message from him.
"Games on, Little Writer. Once you receive my message, turn on airplane mode on your cell and switch off your phone till the event ends. You're being tracked"
What. The. Hell?! Being tracked?! By whom?!
My heart drummed so hard that it feels like escaping from my rib cage. My thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether this was a prank, a test or command. But it looks like a clear warning, an urgent one at that.
My hands shook as I turned on airplane mode and powered the phone down. I shuddered, making a mental note to flee. Then I remembered his previous warning. Trevor is here. Stay where you are.
So I waited. Phone off. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. One hour. The event is still going on. Every second stretches like a nerve exposed. His absence is more terrifying than a blade on my throat. What if he didn't come?
Time and pace slow to a crawl when you wait and anticipate and that's exactly what's going on right now. I'll glance at Trevor every now and then and he'd give me a barely perceptible nod. It didn't help calm my anxiety.
It took eternity for the event to end and all I need is a reassurance from Jayvion that everything is fine. I hastily left the hall giving no room for small talk. I texted Dahlia on my way out and told her to go on without waiting for me.
I was halfway across the lobby when a hand closed around my wrist. I turned, my self defense instincts immediately kicking in.
"Easy, Little Writer"