Chapter Three

She tensed. I could see it. Her lips quivered as she hung her head a bit. A stutter fell from her mouth before she pulled the words together.

"I'm here because I need to be," she replied dryly as she kept fiddling with the charm bracelet that laid beautifully on her left wrist.

I looked up with a triumphant smile and spoke up again. "What do you mean, need to be here?"

"Ahem, ahem." Adrian coughed pretentiously as he watched us from upstairs and smiled, enthusiastic about how it'll all end.

"Go away!" I mouthed, conscious of if she's looking or not. 

"No. I'm staying," he mouthed back and I face palmed.

She raised her chin and traveled her eyes to Adrian. "Gosh!" I muttered as he waved clumsily, exposing his piano white thirty two and smooth curved dimples that made him into one big cute gum ball I wished I could trash away.

She had a desperately confused look on her face and  lingered her eyes back to me. With my legs crossed, I flung my face away and she freely gave a half shrug, returning to fondly touching her phone.

I rose my head and roughly threw a killer glance at Adrian. He winked twice and pouted his mouth in that annoying way of urging a kiss.

Shaking my head in grave disappointment, she turned her face to me. I could feel her silent eyes on my skin.

"So, what are we doing here?" She speculated and wrapped a nice curl around her little finger.

I couldn't help but notice everything she did, every single  detail and just fall in love with her. Love at first sight perhaps?

"Excuse me?" I trailed off, pretending to not hear her statement.

"Never mind," she put her hands softly on the couch and rolled her eyes all over the place.

Suddenly, she rose from her seat and smoothed down her dress, taking short steps around as she stared at the paintings I personally had hung on the walls.

"They're really beautiful," she complimented and gave a half glance as she turned her head a little above her neck before returning the glance to the art work.

No one ever cared about those. She's the first one ever to compliment the paintings. Not even Adrian. The thousands of girls that had a foot stepped into this house didn't even care. All interest was in the bedroom and our bodies. She  was different in an unexplainable kind of way.

"I had them hung myself." I started and she turned her body to me in interest.

"You painted them?" she queried as her eyes dug deep into mine.

"Yeah, I did. Actually -"

"Ahem, ahem. cough cough," Adrian interrupted with his normal fake cough.

We both looked up at him.

"As I was saying, I did paint them." I continued, hoping she wouldn't lose interest but then she turned away and continued looking.

I noticed every single detail. Her hair, soft curves and fascinating assets, flawless skin, gentle smile, beautiful finger nails, delicate eyes, demure smile, breathtaking lips and oh, she was the true definition of girl on fire.

"Caden! I've been yelling your name for quite some time now. You were totally spaced out," she volumed in a kind of whisper I always wanted to hear, a whisper so angelic it made my strong dark heart melt into a puddle of chocolate cream.

"Oh." I looked up at her.

"Can I use the restroom?" She asked demurely, her eyes waiting for my dumb lips to snap out and speak up.

"Upstairs to your right," I finally blurted.

"Thanks," she smiled naturally and started a long journey up the stairs with her stilettos making little noises as I watched her body move graciously, down to her waist.

"She's beautiful, ain't she?" Adrian giggled as he tapped me hard and rubbed his palms.

"I've seen better," I shrugged and adjusted my legs properly, lifting the left above my right lap and stroking my chin.

He nudged me hard on the shoulder. "You are way too proud to admit it. I don't know, but she seems really different from the others, Mackenzie and her bee hive of friends," he thought, scratching his head.

Adrian realized it too. She was such a dazzling mystery.

"I didn't even realize that. What are you even talking about?" I gave a half shrug, pretentiously hiding the truth.

"Yeah, right! I could see it," he further bugged.

"Okay. your choice," I turned my glance away and stared at her phone on the couch opposite mine.

"Her phone's here. Come on, let's check it out," Adrian shrieked happily. I shrugged in response of a big fat no.

"Please," he whined.

I glanced at it before standing up and headed to the couch. Adrian hopped in joy. I turned it on and we searched messages.

"Caden?"

I looked back. "Yeah?" Immediately, I passed the phone for Adrian to return which he did a horrible job by clumsily dropping it on the floor.

"My phone!" she cried out as she hurried to the floor, kneeling and picking up the wasted phone.

"I am so sorry," Adrian apologized and ran upstairs. Such a coward!

"I could get you another one," I offered in a habitual narcissistic tone which flung my riches in the air.

She just sighed and lowered her head, sitting up on the couch. Her nice hair strands covered a little part of her face as she stared at the broken phone.

"Ma'am, your parents are waiting for you. We have to go now," her driver said as he walked into the living room.

"Okay,"

She stood up and hurried off, not even looking back. It might be the last time I'd see her.

"You fucked up, Man!" Adrian barked as he pounced on the couch.

I gave him the finger and face palmed.

"You bastard! You are crazy," I sighed and stood up from the couch.

"You still have the meeting with the Belgravia's. They're really anxious to meet you,"

"Whatever," I murmured and headed up to my room.