Saved by my Bully

4. Good boy or bad boy?

AANA

I watched him talking to John, maybe this new mysterious boy had become friends with John. Iris denied all my suspicions about Arthur by saying that it is just his dark aura, and nothing else, that intimidates all the other students.

But I don't know why, my subconscious doesn't want to accept that he is merely a fashion design student. It's not because he looks dangerous, but there is something that I can't put into words. Something about him is definitely warning me from being close to him.

Arthur Martin is taller than most of the boys at our university. His broad shoulders and sharp facial features made him look sexy as hell. I am not a girl who easily gets impressed by the physique of any random boy. But I can not make myself look away from him. As if he had sensed my gaze, he looked at me from where he stood, which was not too far from me.

It was not much difficult for me to notice how his steel grey eyes turned into a darker shade as he looked deeply into my eyes. Even from that little distance, I could say that he might be reading my thoughts. His gaze unnerved me but I still held his gaze. As if neither of us wanted to lose, so we continued to stare with equal intensity into each other's eyes. It was the first time when I had stared into someone's eyes for this long.

"He is watching you!" My line of thought was interrupted by Iris's voice as she whispered. I turned to Iris, but after looking at her, I understood that she didn't catch me staring back at him.

"Yeah! I saw that!" I said casually as now I turned my back in Arthur's direction.

"Really? Do you find him hot tonight?" My friend asked.

"Yeah! He looks good." I said with a shrug and walked ahead.

"Nope! Not good, honey! He is so hot, tonight I am going to ask him out. I can't wait..." She muttered.

I gave her a questioning look and the smirk on her face told me that she was talking about Arthur. I don't know why, but I didn't like that. I felt a pang of jealousy but something in me refused to acknowledge it.

"But you know what, Iris?" I began to speak and then continued, "My sixth sense says that he would not prove to be a good guy to get along with."

"But who says that I want a good guy? Who wants a good guy these days?" She said with a wink of her eyes. She then turned and walked away, singing, "Someone is jealous!"

I frowned but stayed rooted where I was standing because walking in those heels was a really big chore for me.

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My body felt like it was on fire. Even though I was dancing with another boy on the stage, I could feel his burning gaze on me.

And, to be honest, just his gaze was enough to make me aroused more than I already was. I wanted to push all the wrong buttons tonight. I wanted to drive him crazy.

It is strange for me to think this way, but I want him to look at me as if I'm the only woman on earth. Or, I should say that I wanted to be the only woman in whom he should be interested.

Arthur stood at the bar. Giving a gentle smile to the boy with whom I was dancing, I pulled myself back and went straight to the bar, to him.

But boom! He was gone! Arthur Martin was not at the fúcking bar. Someone might be trying to flirt with him. Or seduce him? Or even worse, he might be trying to flirt or seduce some girl.

"Is he your boyfriend?" I flinched as a deep gravelly calm and a vaguely familiar voice came from behind me. I did not turn and look at him to find out who he was, but my head instantly turned in his direction.

Arthur Martin stood a few inches away from me. I guess it was the effect of alcohol that made me say what I said to him.

"What if he is?" I said with a raised brow.

" Then I'll be very sorry to him." He spoke with a smirk. His steel grey eyes held mine. Even though his answer was sarcastic, I liked his tone. The dusky and deep tone was something that told me he was jealous. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

"Likewise, I will pity the woman who will be your girlfriend." I countered back at his comment, under the effect of alcohol. I was sure that if in a sober state, then I would not have said that to him.

I had expected him to get angry or annoyed after hearing my statement, but he chuckled. He looked like a Greek God as his high cheekbones shone under the light. He then took a sip from the drink that he held in his hand.

"Whiskey with ice?" I asked as I took a step forward. No, I didn't touch him, I just took the glass from his hand and tasted the drink. I bite down my lower lip as I gulped down a sip.

"I must say that you have a good choice," I remarked as I handed his glass back to him. But he didn't take that, his hands remained fixed inside his pocket and he said, "You can have it all." This time, his voice was softer.

But before I could say anything, or interpret what was going to happen next, he moved closer and our chests felt like they had been glued together.

"J-Just the whisky?" I whispered the question nervously. He was the fort man who was making me say all these things.

"You can have anything that you want!" He whispered back. This time, his voice was serious. We stared at each other for quite a long time, but neither of us stepped back.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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