Chapter-5
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Chapter Five
She has fire in her eyes and I love to play with it!
Ethan Ellsworth
She take the design papers and head to her cabin to work on it. I watch her strut away from me in anger.
As she reach the door, I call, "Angel!" and she turn exasperatedly.
" Lunch with me? " I say softly.
She sweet grunt and with her flaring nose, disappear. I smile as her angry face cross my head followed by several unintended sexy looks.
I press my lips hard and after all these years feel those soft lips into mine rhythmically with the tune inside her house.
I could remember her small and flimsy night dress covered in dirt from one side- maybe she got it while sneaking out of her house to meet me, but from what? I wonder- and her daisy eyes and sober eyes.
That little girl who was afraid of being caught by her father for meeting a man outside her house, stammered and asked me to get out. There wasn't the kind of anger she hold now. She was just afraid for whatever reason. Her eyes doesn't sparkle on seeing me.
And now, they only hold rage and fire and I love to play with it.
I smirk.
Drumming the table, I celebrate my darling being near me and get back to my work.
Taking the file I look through it searching for something else though which isn't in it. My head is wandering elsewhere even though my eyes is sending signal to my brain enough to read it but not process.
What is it?
I guess I know. The challenge.
If anything that could divert me, rake my head and push me to think is challenge. And the lady a minute ago challenged me. Too bad.
Upon realisation it isn't easy to put my brain back together so I pick up my keys and strut straight to her office.
I stand outside it embracing the moment of watching her engrossed in her laptop and sexily playing pen on her lips.
This is it.
Get your proper place little non living creature. It belong to me.
I smirk at the thought and open the door wide. She look up, shock clear in her eyes which vanish in millisecond changing to wrath. Yes, wrath. Apparently I love it.
She grit her teeth before closing her eyes for a moment to probably compose herself ,and while she does that I stand and smile at the spectacular before me.
"What do you want? " She growled thundering my stoned heart.
I approach to her and as I began, "Angel," she cut me off.
"Oh I know! You have pledged to make my life worse than hell. "
Worse than hell?!
"This world is real hell. I am trying to make it heaven for you. " I smile.
She scoff and avert her gaze. How much I love those lashes.
"Spit what you need and get out,Mr. Ellsworth. " She strut and stand before me with her folded hands. A simple but effective stance to take the situation in command. Though I love being in command but few exception are worth it. Just like this one.
She frown at me.
"Call me Ethan, Angel. "
"Don't call me Angel, Ethan."
she say teasingly and turn to get back to her chair.
No baby you can't.
"Once you come to me you can't leave." i say as I grab her hand roughly turning her swiftly into my arms.

Flabbergasted, she take heavy breaths. The proximity now making her to flush into colors I would embrace lifetime.
I chuckle before I rub cheek as if to paint my fingers with the colour on her face.
Coming back to her senses, she place her hand harshly on my chest to push me away. But I don't budge. Afterall I had been there dozen of time.
I feel like a jerk which she mutters under her breath. What could I do otherwise though? I never got rejected, protested and above all, hated by a woman.
I slowly grab her hand and let me but stiffen as I bring them to my mouth to kiss it. She sigh and pull back her hand.
Staring me for a while she process something and then turn to get back to her place.
"Angelina Hawthorne."
I sing it deeply.
Looking by expression on her face, I know I blew her away. I just found something that flushed her other than my proximity.
"What? " She almost whisper.
"We have a work to dicuss. And we do it while having lunch. Please grab your purse and care to join me. "
I say and turn almost begging mighty to make my trick work. But something more is needed too.
Afterall as much I love challenges she love it too.
I stand for a few seconds on the door yo finally play it upon her.
"I hope that you take your responsibilities seriously. "
I definitely hit her spot.
A smirk cross my face and I walk down. I am so sure for her to come down on me.
I dismiss my chauffeur and stand before my car for my princess, my angel.
Five minutes pass away.
She will definitely come.
I take a deep breath and compose myself as I watch her strut towards me expressionless.
Is it a silence before storm?!
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