Chapter 22: Aevahn

Wynter surveyed her surroundings, looking for someone she had been trying to escape from. When she was certain that he was not around, she got out of the stall she's hiding in and heaved a deep sigh.

Thank the heavens! I have finally gotten rid of that person who kept following around like a dog.

Good thing Elle helped her lose the bodyguard that Keith insisted on accompanying her. She felt like she's being escorted like some VVIP, which was really weird coz she kept being conscious of him.

Wynter looked at her black crop top that Elle let her slip on, gone the cream hanging blouse which she was wearing earlier. They both agreed to pretend she's Elle and Elle as her. They have the same body built anyway, and when they turn their backs, it wouldn't look like they're two different people.

Elle suggested that idea like she does undercover all the time but that just stupid thinking.

She decided to go malling and every time she goes shopping, she doesn't want someone to follow her around.

And here she was, buying necessities and clothes from the shops she had entered, ready to go home. The question is...

How?

Groaning in annoyance, she walked out of the mall and crossed the streets to hail a taxi. She could call Keith to pick her up, but she's smart enough not to. He could be raging from anger right now.

She waited for the light to turn red so she could safely cross the road, when it did, she traversed the pedestrian lane. Wynter was already near the end when someone suddenly grabbed her, several seconds before a car sped over without even stopping.

Her heart was beating so loud it deafened her ears.

Fvck.

If that someone hadn't grabbed her then she could've been run over!

Her eyes riveted to the person who had saved her and saw a man. He was glaring at the car which was already speeding away. As if he could feel her staring, he turned to look at her.

"Are you okay, miss?" He sounded really concerned as he looked her over.

"Y-yeah. Thanks by the way." Wynter mumbled. Her knees were still shaking so she clutched his arms for support.

The guy helped her stood up properly, assisting her so that she wouldn't fall over.

Damn. She just had a near-death experience!

"That fvcker, didn't he see that it's red? He should've stopped for Pete's sake!" He muttered angrily and looked at her again, "Are you sure you're fine?"

She smiled at him, grateful for his heroic deed. Thanks to him, she had avoided being a headline in some local newspapers. Everyone would've known that the high and mighty Wynter McIver had been killed by a hit and run.

"I'm fine, really. Goodness, I could've died! I owe you my life..." I sincerely uttered as I gazed at him in gratitude while trying to calm my heart down.

"What's your name and how could I repay you?" I asked.

"Nah, don't bother. I'm happy to help a damsel in distress, a very beautiful one if I may add." The guy remarked, wearing a teasing grin on his face.

He's kinda handsome. Like boyishly handsome...

"I'm Wynter. Thank you for saving me, " Wynter's hands stretched out in an attempt for a handshake, and smiled thankfully at him.

"My pleasure. Nice to meet you, Wynter," Grinning, he shook her hand. "I need to go. I have an appointment to attend." He said still wearing that cheeky grin on his face.

He waved me good-bye and turned, leaving her behind, but before he could go, Wynter called out to him once more.

"Hey! What's your name?!" She yelled.

The guy looked at her and a small devilish smile appeared on his lips but Wynter wasn't aware of that.

"Aevahn. Aevahn Alejandro..."

"Where the fvck have you been?! And why aren't you answering my damn calls?!"

Was Keith's interlude after I got inside the penthouse. He looks livid and ready to strangle anyone, and she bet that he's pining on her.

She just made her way inside, ignoring his powerful presence. She could still feel his burning eyes on her back and she also knows that he's trailing behind her.

"Wynter! I'm talking to you!" He snarled.

I rolled my eyes heavenwards, what a dickhead.

"Obviously, but I don't want to talk to you," she answered.

She gasped when he, out of the blue, seized her from behind and made her turn around. Keith then slammed her back into the wall. His hands were firmly gripping both her shoulders, preventing her from escaping. Her breath was caught in her throat when his face went closer to hers.

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights and he's looking at her like he wants to break her neck.

"Don't you turn your back on me," He dangerously whispered, which made Wynter swallowed the imaginary lump in her throat.

"Why did you trick Dante?" He interrogated, pertaining to the bodyguard he had sent.

"Where the fvck have you been Wynter? Naze anata wa tada ie ni kaetta dakena no desu ka?¹" Her eyes widened as she heard him speaking his native language.

His accent is remarkable. And damn, does it make him look hotter.

"I went shopping." She answered nonchalantly. She's afraid yes because he was really seething in anger. But deep down she knows, he's not going to hurt her.

"You went shopping. Alone." He stated and I nodded. "What's our deal, Wynter?"

I instantly remembered our stupid deal before I could leave.

"I could go out if Dante stays with me..." I answered. Glaring at the figure of a man standing not too far away from us, wearing a poker face as always.

Keith's eyes flared with fire, "So why did you ditch him then?!" He was clenching his jaw from anger.

Wynter closed her eyes to heave a deep breath, and when she opened it, she glared at him in a way that he could feel those eyes spitting hot coals on him.

"Stop yelling at me! And for damn's sake, I don't need a babysitter! I can handle myself just fine!"

I really want to punch him. He's ordering me around as if I am one of his men! Assh0le!

Keith's gaze returned the same intensity, "We have a deal!"

"Yes, and I don't like it!" Wynter bit back.

I pried his hands off my shoulders and pushed him away but he's not even budging a bit! He's like a fvcking statue!

Damn, this is frustrating!

"Let go of me, Keith. I am tired. I almost got hit by a car a while ago so shut the fvck up because I'm feeling grumpy!" I growled at him.

He even got more mad after hearing what I said, because instead of letting go, he even went closer and he now looked like he's gonna kill someone.

"You almost what?!" He sneered.

"Are you deaf? I told you I'm tired so let go! I still have work tomorrow..." I mumbled tiredly.

"You're not leaving this place again Wynter..." He stated which made my head grow bigger.

The hell I am!

"No! Don't tell me what to do, and I'm not your fvcking prisoner!" I barked, getting mad at every fvcking minute that passes.

"You're staying here and that's final," He finished.

Wynter's face flushed and scrunched up in anger, "Fvck you! I am not your property so you have no right to dictate my life!"

She was seriously giving him the killer eyes but Keith looked unfazed which made her irked even more than it already did.

Keith smiled dangerously. That joker-like-smile he always wears whenever he's hunting, but his eyes were hard and cold. Just like him.

"Wynter. You're mine. The moment you stepped inside my fvcking office, I already claimed you. The first time I fvck you on the sofa, I already marked you. So no Wynter, you are my property whether you liked it or not," His forehead touched hers, "--And you're opinion is not allowed. That's what you get for running after me." He stated before swooping down for the kill.

Drowning my protests inside his mouth, he devoured my lips, kissing me so hard like he wants to punish me. He wanted me to feel from his kisses every letter that he said, and me, being stupid and all, accepted all of them. For she knows deep down, what he said is true. Even if she's mad at him, she always finds herself wanting this man.

She's like a moth and Keith is the flame. She finds herself attracted to him even though she knows she'll only get burned.