His place was so like him. Every atom, every wall was screaming him.
Dark
His place looked haunted, a harbour for evil. Someone possessed and it scared me. His duplex flat sort of a house which was nothing short of expensive screamed abnormal. Right from the skull of a raging bull kept on the side table to his painting which were just black in colour. The lights were extremely dim. The only sound that echoed in this forsaken place were heal of his shoes. They hit hard against the ground and every thump had me gulping with anxiety and endless amount of fear. I had a very bad feeling about whole of this. I kept my mobile data on hoping that my dad will be keeping an eye on me. Moments like this I envied my life, how it used to be. I was free and young and now, now I feel like every part of a women somehow that Nevaeh died when I met him. It was just the way every wave of air spelt it into my ears..I felt it in my energy. Things will change, for better or for worse, that's something I dared not to think about
My gaze took in everything that he so openly displayed it, in his house. If I can call it one.The place was huge and there was a big plasma on the left wall, covering almost the entire thing. While elegant black couches sprawled over the living area. The theme was dark and forbidden. His place looked like a temple for black magic.
He had some thousands of eerie statues kept in an organised angle. This place looked so not me, but maybe it was giving me an insight about Mr. Terence Rodriguez, the infamous and extremely mysterious man
If I can judge his place with that if his soul then the only thing I can think about, the only thing that reflects him, that pictures him right now is evil. Pure evil and deserted
My eyes went to a big Scorpio golden piece on the way towards the kitchen, we had to climb few steps four to be precise and walk down a lengthy aisle which was illuminated with golden lights. It was like these entrances we had for grand palaces. What are you Mr. Rodriguez? I have never see something like this ever before and somehow it made me even more petrified to know him as a person. He felt lethal and toxic, to an extent where death seemed the only better option
You are not even half saint you are portrayed to be, you are limitless and so so wrong. I hear him pause, his muscled back stood erect in front of me, making my eyes wide. I tried too peep from his shoulder but all I could make out was the endless space, which look grander, then only thing I could make out was the strong orange illumination that lit the room. Don't turn around
"This is my harbour" his voice came with a humourless authority . I felt chilled prickles cover my entire skin. Don't talk, please don't. Your voice is too dangerous. Just don't
He causally turns his face towards the side and eyes me from the corner of his eyes. I gulp seeing him, he looked dangerous with his half face hidden and the visible part made him all the more mysterious
I didn't utter a word, if this place is his harbour, then Mr. Terence Rodriguez is officially the king of demons
He turned around making me gasp in surprise and for the first time since I arrived in Berlin he looked straight into my eyes. My stomach churned while I stood helplessly staring at him, I just couldn't move my eyes from his stare , they were captivating..
His grey eyes were shimmering, they were light grey and scary. His eyes were creepy but if you look closer they were intense, deep and almost impossible to fathom.
My blue eyes grew wide when I felt him slowly approaching me, his tall muscular figure advanced towards me like a predator towards its prey and involuntarily I started taking a step back. His expression didn't change, his stoic face did not reveal an ounce of what he felt, it was hard to make out whether he was breathing in the first place.
I held onto my dress, while his eyes did not waver from my face and the feeling of having his bullet sort of eyes targeting me in that particular second.. made me want to hide somewhere, away from him for a lifetime
Will he try touching me? That's the worst part I only can hope he doesn't, I was in his den and I can't expect favours form an evil man, his humanity is burnt it reflects in the pits of his ominous hawk like eyes.
And suddenly he stopped,
"What's your name?" His voice came out in a warning whisper, it was unmistakably his command. Did he not know my name, is he playing dumb? How can he not know my name when everything he planned to associates with me.
He destroyed my life without even learning about my name.
He raised is eyebrow and somehow I could make out form his cold exterior that i was testing his patience. Before those dangerous eyes turn into a raging storm a whisper immediately escaped my mouth,
"Nevaeh Craig"
His one hand slid smoothly into his left pocket while his eyes did not leave my face, those were his weapons.
"Nevaeh.." he tested my name from his silk woven lips making my womb clench in anticipation and fear, a lethal combination
"I'm Terence" the way his name rolled off his tongue screamed pure masculinity
I gulped. I was suddenly aware about every part of me, every single curve which made me so feminine, the tension, the fear was so overwhelming. He was all hard while I was soft
He was all evil, while hope I was not. He steps back and allows me to have a view of his ah so spacious house
And I was awestruck. While one side of his house was dark and cold, this side..it screamed pure luxury, pure royalty
A biggest chandelier smooched the floor from the top while a dining table, as big as Buckingham place spread across the space. This place suddenly looked like a visual treat to my eyes. I observed Mr.Rodriguez observing me. I felt his heavy stare pierce through my skin.
I cannot help but notice the way he always looked so predatory, ready to pounce and kill.
I gulped. Heya did he expect me to do..
"You have a nice place" I silently say it out to him hoping I wouldn't get a reply. It was a courtesy. Never in a million years will I find this place desirable it looked like a luxurious prison and nothing like a place a living, breathing human lived
It felt like it is picked up from the doll house. I tuck my lose strands behind my ear when I feel his eyes still resting on me, resting on the women he liked to see
"Can..can I..please show me the room..I'm tired" of course I tried saying it with confidence but i just have to stutter
He still doesn't reply, his bulky arms looked sleek and dangerous resting casually, without a care in this world towards his sides while his eyes..I didnt dare to look up.
They were the darkest part of him, those were his lasers.
"Nevaeh.." his tongue tasted my name and it felt so wrong yet right. It felt like fire and ice
Cold and hot
A sly smiled plastered on his face making him look so sinful. I gulped
He raised his finger pointing right at me,
"Have dinner with me." His authoritative voice strongly cut the wicked silence
I couldn't say no..
I dare not say no
I bowed my head down. That's it it has officially begun, his game commenced and now it's my turn to move my pawn
"Can I freshen up a little.." sweet talk, play good
He just looked at me and then gave a nod, if I didn't observe him like a hawk I probably would have missed
It
He started walking again and I tried my best luck in memorising every inch of this place
It was regal and polished. He treated himself nothing less than royalty
His shield was strong and uprooted but I need to find one tiny loophole, one is enough
Soon enough we stood in front of a spiral staircase with historical carvings imprinted in its delicate finishings
Maze
Cage
Prison
What was this place, it looked anything but home. Too prim, too proper..to an extent where it seemed eerie
I let him reach the last step before I started taking my first. I need to put a lot of distance between us..being close to him physically will cost me my sanity and a man of his stature and looks passed beyond attractive in any women's dictionary. Shamefully mine too
When I reached the top I had a heart attack..the corridor, the path towards the room was incredible in a entirely different way, it was golden lights, fountains and was yet again filled with statues of a summoned angel, a broken angle and finally a big raging bull with red horns. They looked extreme sharp and I had no doubt that they could easily pierce into a human flesh
He stopped and so did I. There was absolutely no sound at all. Everything was still in that moment, my breath too
He turned to his right and found a big wooden door, I'm assuming it to be a room. I wait..what's his next move, surprisingly he just pushed the door open and turns to look at me. He was making things tense
Purposely
To instill fear
And it's working
I looked down, I can't take this anymore, his presence, his energy somehow was beyond my capacity to handle. I decided to just thank him and rush inside but my plan immediately backfired when I see his raised forearm blocking my way in ,my heart skipped a beat.
Never look up Nevaeh not until you know it's game over
He leaned forward his powerful manly cologne hit me hard blinding my senses. And I instinctively leaned back and he leaned more into me making me cringe and shut my eyes helplessly
I felt his hot breath on my cheek. His breath smelled sinful just like him
Everything about him was bad. Sin. Bad. Sin and then he huskily whispered into my right ear his lips almost touching my ear lobe making he claps my fingers firmly together. ..I cannot bear this.
His bulky arms immediately caged me but he never touched me. He was testing it
"Don't bother mailing your dad. I already did"
Checkmate
Terence:1
Nevaeh:0
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