Aurelia
It was morning. Sunlight streaked through the window, painting the room in a beautiful golden hue. Jayvion was beside me, a view of calm undisturbed man. The golden hue gave him an indescribable beautiful gloss that makes him look like a dark fallen angel. Right now in his sleep, he's neither a stalker nor a villain. He is Jayvion Carell, a man sleeping peaceful beside me as if I were his entire world.
I watched him, the writer in me mapping every little detail of him. I'd never seen him in such close view. Such tranquil kind of view. The messy brown of his hair- the colour of my eyes- the slight furrow of his dark brows, a tiny almost invisible scar on his temple- I'd never seen that- his thin sexy lips. This is Jayvion Carell. I'd be dead if I say I don't love him. I figured out I do.
But Freya doesn't need to know that...yet. My mind suddenly flashed back to the event last night. I took a picture with a fan, then turned to see Freya and Trevor in their usual hateful banter. I don't know why these two hate each other so much. Freya in her sequined blue dress passed a flute of champagne to Trevor, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. Trevor looked at the drink then at her.
"Make yourself useful" she said, sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"It's not poisoned. Poison is not my style. If I wanted to kill you, I have better ways" she said poison is not her thing but her smile right now is poison. No hit of the friendly Freya. This Freya? I don't know her.
Trevor stared at her for seconds longer than usual before he took the drink, their fingers brushing.
I noticed. Of course I did. I noticed how Freya stopped breathing. Her cheeks flushing into a shade of bright red. Trevor stiffened, hands closing around the glass tighter than usual. Little bit of more force and he'll shatter the glass. His eyes flickered with something even my writer's mind doesn't recognize. Now this is fire. The tension between them is so palpable it is suffocating.
Then I got called by Eva, my agent for an interview. I left behind the heated argument. My best friend and my bodyguard. They badly wanted to kill each other but we all know they won't. They couldn't. Whatever is going on between them, I knew it's the fire that will fuel something potent. Something both of them didn't expect. I know where this is going and it's going to be a really long, unexpected journey. This is going to be dangerously fun. Maybe I should write their story.
My mind flashed back to the man beside me. I was unconsciously tracing my fingers on the tiny scar when his eyes opened. His unbelievably long thick lashes fluttering like butterfly wing. Amber. Molten Amber eyes ran into mine. They were so perfect. So breathtaking I didn't believe it was real. Like a melted shade of amber, so fiery and utterly compelling it draws me like a magnet. I could get burned by those fiery eyes but I still leaned close. I don't mind burning in those eyes of him because it's a beauty in the ruin. An obsession in the dark. An addiction in danger. Jayvion Carell. I loved him.
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Three weeks later
Aurelia
I have a book talk program this morning. I am so excited. Fans would be there and they'll ask questions about my books. I love to talk about my book. I was going to miss my characters but talking about them makes me reconnect with them. So I got ready.
I wore a red dress. It made me look like a delicious glass of wine. My curly hair was left to cascade down my shoulders. I wasn't wearing any makeup or special jewelry- just a pair of earrings and my signature left bracelet. I sat quietly beside Jayvion as he drove me to the venue. One hand on the steering wheel and the other, resting on the leaf bracelet, his thumb caressing my pulse. It spiked. Oh Lord, when would my body stop reacting to him.
I took a deep breath trying to calm my racing heart and looked out of the window. His hand moved to my thigh, towards the slit that stopped at my upper thigh. He hiked the dressed further up, squeezing my thigh. I instantly regretted wearing the dress. I tried to shift away but his grip tightened. I turned to protest and found his eyes on the road, smirking. That smirk.
"Already affected, Little Writer?" His voice was laced with an underlying tease. He knew what he was doing to me and he's still doing it with no regrets. Asshole.
I huffed and looked out of the window. Trying so hard to ignore the warmth of his hand and the raging heat that was beginning to pool in my stomach. This is bad.
After what felt like eternity, he pulled over in the parking lot.
"Go on, I'll be there" a vow and a command. I nodded and hopped down from the car. Eva rushed toward me the moment I reached the door.
"Oh finally, you're here. They're all here, seated" she rushed her words, ushering me in. She guided me through a door that led directly to the stage. Two sofas dotted the stage, one for the anchor, the other for me. I took my seat and immediately, cameras from the audience began flashing. I smiled and waved at them. Freya was sitting at the front row with Dahlia. I smiled at them. I sighted Trevor at the far corner of the room. He gave me that perceptible nod and and reciprocated. My eyes searched for that amber-eyed villain. I could feel him somewhere close. He would be in the shadows as usual. Watching. Dissecting. Looking for flaws which I hope there are not.
The interview was going on really great. First, the anchor asked about the inspiration about my book. Then few fans also asked questions. I answered them all with pure enthusiasm.
"Ms Blackwood, I could see most of your fans are here with your book. Do you mind giving them a VIP signing?" Lara, the anchor asked. I smiled brightly.
"No, I don't mind"
The fans started coming one after the other so I signed the books.
"You're beautiful, Ms Blackwood" a blonde lady beamed. I smiled at her.
"Thank you, Book Girlie"
Few more people came all complimenting me as I signed their books.
The last one was a guy. He was wearing a black leather jacket holding a copy of Ink and Blood and a red rose. Something felt off in him. He smiled but the smile never reached his eyes. I brushed the thought off as he handed me the book and dropped the rose on my lap, then he leaned down close to my ear.
"Your villain wants a meeting. Come alone to the closed butcher shop. Bring your guard dog, and we start sending you pieces of your best friend, Freya to your penthouse"