𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Three |Sweet irony

•••ANGELICA•••

I want to go home, like really want to go home.

I'm bored and still trying to process what the fuck happened. I was in Italy and suddenly I'm in America, in a mansion of my so called fiancé's parents. It's unrealistically unreal on how fast it all happened.

Fucking fantastic.

I was wearing a crimson red dress with a long leg cut in front that was sexily showing my right leg. The dress curved my hips making them stand out a little. I had a hidden holster for my gun an knife on my right leg. Always be prepared.

My father was talking to that guy I'm supposed to marry, parents. I was bored by their conversation so I started to look around the room. It was a very nice room. Yeah, very nice room. While I was looking around I caught an eye of an tall men in full black suit. His hair were beautiful mess and his eyes were light blue their corners being framed by darker blue making them look like a sky and the ocean mixed together into beautiful mix.

I was looking at the mysterious blue eyed man, while he was looking at me. Small smirk rested on his face and so was on mine as our eyes were locked. He was hot hot but so was I honey. he looked incredibly confident as he looked me up and down. I looked away after few seconds of eye fucking him and literally just imaging his muscles without his clothes on. Caught guilty of being a horny whore.

"Angel son." Mrs. King turned towards the man as his eyes snapped towards her and I'm able to breathe again. What the fuck is wrong with me but at the same time he seems swoon worthy so like, don't put the blame on me but at the same time what the fuck?

"Mother hello." He said in deep smoothing voice that makes girls fall to their knees without panties. I must say he has a very nice voice and I can see he knows it.

Mrs. King kissed his cheek and then looked at me with kind smile. She seems like a good person I hope her son isn't the opposite of her cause then I might kill him. "Angel this is Angelica, you're soon to be wife. Angelica this is Angel my son and your fiancé." Mrs. King introduced us with kind smile as her eyes sparkled in lights. She has some hope for this, cute.

So this is my soon to be husband not bad, not bad at all. And the irony is both of our names means "Angel". I doubt that either of us is an angel. Something so pure and fragile...no I rather dance with the devil.

"Nice to meet you." He said with poker face which I returned. I kept mine in the same emotionless way. He moved his hand forward for me to shake. "You too." I said keeping eye contact with him while I held my head high. I like this game.

I reached to shake. his hand. He grabbed it but instead of shaking  it he brought it to his lips and kissed the top of my knuckles. I kept my expression same but my stomach surely filled with butterflies which was weird. He let go of my hand looking for my reaction. I smirked at him and then I only smirked more as his eyes widen as he found none. It didn't surprise him but he seem amused.

"Mother I will be back in few." He said as he let go off my hand and then walked away.

He is a mommas boy I can see it. He didn't spare a glance at his father. Daddy issues, interesting.

Then the door opened again. A very handsome young boy or man I don't know walked in. He looked at me and smiled. He made his way towards me and instantly hug me.