Hex's POV

I never knew perfection could fit into a height of five-nine and an outstanding black outfit. But it was, and she was right in front of me. Standing as elegantly as ever, her posture an epitome of grace, her hooded eyes twirl everywhere in disinterest.

She was walking mystic.

The oxygen I was inhaling ceased its entrance, at how breathless I was.

I stared at her hopelessly, intrigued by her in every sense of the word I could phrase.

The bubbling boredom in her sparks through her feral eyes, as she moves towards the exit. Only to pause at the host requesting for the ladies to line up for the charity dance.

I sat back and watched some of the men from the polluted area bidding and lusting over the women.

Their voice faded behind her bewitching aura, she was the last to bid for. Everyone went silent in curiosity, only the host's voice echoed.

The bidding rose, and I awaited the right time. A handful of people I disliked stepped forward as well, one of them being Gray O'Connor, he was still the same as he was in high school. When he did, I was done for. There was no way I was letting my girl be his date for the night.

"One million dollars," I spoke out loud and clear, keeping my tone firm but appealing. The crowd cheered wildly, and the host shockingly laughed covering his surprise, I grinned ambling forward with the limelight moving with my steps.

That was the infinite moment I'll remember for the rest of my life and in the afterlife. Her stoic blue eyes shone with scepticism, brimming with the usual unhappiness she carries in them. She glared deeper into my eyes the closer I got, her lips stitched together in displeasure.

There was something so riveting about her that was swooning me into the clouds of sentiment, sweeping me off my feet.

I smiled, knowing well this was just another way of pushing someone away, a signal of disinterest. But that is exactly what I am here for ain't it? To shatter the brick wall around her, to clear the dust coating her, and win her heart as my perpetual prize.

My grin only made her clench her jaw firmer, twitching my courageous mood somewhat. I reminded myself that her reaction was completely fair, she doesn't know me now. But she will, I'll lay open myself in front of her.

Keeping my smile on, I gently offered my hand forward, she scowled at it making me hold back a chuckle of adoration. Swallowing, which I guess was the irritation building in her throat, she sighed dropping her palm in mine, with a desirable distaste. I wish I could make it clear, that her attitude would only make me chase her harder.

"What is that you're trying to do?" She hissed crudely, her cerulean blue irises sizzling with a raging surprise, with the intensity of a storm that could destroy a man in more than one way. If she is one, then I am a storm breaker.

Hearing her voice, my ears were blessed with a forever song, it was deep and domineering.

I was the luckiest bastard alive to be having the honour of touching her. My skin was blessed with the dignity of laying it on top of her ripe texture, it is a holy blessing. I could feel my attraction for her growing beneath it, spreading to my veins and senses.

Sensually, snaking my hands around her waist, I pulled her closer in motion haste, pressing her body into mine. Letting her know how perfectly we moulded together.

"Certainly not trying to displease you," I grinned cheekily, causing her to tremble in the wave of anger she felt. I wonder if anger is all she feels and expresses or if there's more.

"Well, you're failing badly at it." She whispered in my ear, digging her nails into my nape, I winced, suppressing the groan that could leave my mouth, because goddamn she was strong.

I loved the fire in her stares, the feistiness in her essence, it only made me burn harder in my desires and I am sure the flames would reach her too, very soon.

She swayed flawlessly in rhythm with me, tone by tone, beat by beat.

I twirled her twice, nudging her forward with the familiar steps before bringing her swiftly closer to my front. Her back was mashed on me, and she wiggled annoyed clenching her jaw.

"Am I?" I leaned forward, laying my mouth on her earlobe, exhaling on it purposefully. Her breath hitched, and I heard it, saw it and I am fucking pleased to have such an impact.

I shamelessly sniffed her scent, She smelled like great Gardenia, as appealing as her wilderness.

My hands on her hips roamed to her thighs, as she moved with me, breaking eye contact and keeping her face straight.

The Limelight swung on us before changing positions, she slapped my hands on her thigh.

"I could sue for you this." She shrieked in a whisper, bitterness dripping down her mood, but I knew better because of her erratic breaths. She was losing control, and it was provoking her defences.

"You could." I turned her over, her gaze clashing with mine, gloaming with despise, It stung, but I avoided it.

I brought her closer with the symphony calming down, our bodies in one phase, which she didn't like at all. Her chest heaving said something else though, either it was her rage or the uncontrollable desire she was feeling with me, I was just good with getting her to react to me.

I bit my lip and her lashes switched down to the act, before snapping back up in a mere second. Her mouth parted when my palm travelled up her backless dress, the moment my fingers caressed her surface, she shivered, gulping and startled.

Her wrath had faded behind the disturbed manifestation in her orbs.

I didn't let her respond, hauling her with the back of her neck and pressing her lips on mine softly, delicately. She didn't protest, she was busier being frozen, nonreactive.

My heart exploded in thunder, coming alive, I gently sucked her bottom lips, tasting the petals of heaven flowers.

My whole body reacted in a way it had never before, jolting to life electrically, leaving me baffled.

The gasps from the crowd almost subsided in the background, because of this enchanting devil in front of me.

My mind was shutting down, and my heart was taking over.

She was still standing numbed, and I felt completely foolish to imagine that her lips moved with mine for a moment, it was so brief that I could be eve-dreaming, as the sick person I am.

I tried keeping myself off, but she looked so tempting, and to walk along on my plan to win her, this had to be a start.

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Woah! What will Zeya do now? How would she react?