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Awakened by Him
Author: Eyta Jade


Chapter 1

 


I inhaled deeply, allowing myself to enjoy the unique smell that was so London. The entangled aroma of car fumes and dust hit my nostrils like a wave. It was pollution, and yet I smiled like it was golden air. That might have had something to do with the distinct smell of nature that lurked deep within the tainted air.

I stood in front of Canary Wharf tower, which was the second tallest skyscraper in London, second only to ‘The Shard’.

I loved being on time, so there I was thirty minutes early to my commitment. I stood outside the uncomplicated, bland-looking skyscraper, and looked up in awe because I never got used to seeing such buildings. Drab or not, short or tall, they never got old or any less exquisite in my eyes.

I was coming out of my reverencing moment when I noticed an unattended little boy standing beside me with a transparent bottle of orange juice.

“Hey. Where’s your mummy?” I asked with a bright smile, taking an unprecedented intuitive act not to mind my business. Alas, he scowled at me in reply, and I could have sworn that even his mohawk afro frowned at me too. Still, I kept my smile on and tried again, “Are you alone? Who are you with?”

No reply, of course, but he suddenly pouted way too innocently and then smiled.

I was reeling in the knowledge that the little boy with his cute fro was smiling at me, and so I missed the impending catastrophe.

It wasn’t until after he opened his bottle, after he splashed most of it on me and giggled, that I finally opened my mouth agape in bewilderment. The little brat assaulted me. He poured orange juice on my blouse, leaving me dumbfounded. My mouth was still wide open as I glared intensely at him, reminded of why I liked to keep to myself like most Londoners.

Thankfully, I was quick not to miss his second attempt to pour the rest of the liquid on me. I impulsively stepped back with my hands crossed defensively in front of my face and chest.

Instead, I stumbled on my heels, and the next thing I knew, I was free-falling. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the mini crash-landing when I felt rather than saw someone catch me.

It happened in slow motion as my eyes met with eyes that shone bright and blue like the sky.

I was entranced.

I gasped in undiluted astonishment. I felt a big, firm and oddly moist hand hold me firmly on the small of my back—cradling me like I was something precious, with my back rested on his right knee that was angled ninety degrees from the ground.

I panted again and looked into haven’s eyes, trying to seize the unprecedented swoon moment to enjoy the warmth and moisture of his hand which was under my crop top.

He was Caucasian with a little tan and his hair in its gloriously sleeked jet black. But his eyes—they were ice blue which made them stand out on his ‘woke-up-flawless’ looking face.

His eyes, I exhaled in disbelief; they were like water sprouts steeped in divinity.

His jawbones were perfectly aligned with enough cheek flesh so he wouldn’t look sick. His lips were not invisible but rather plum, lush, and seductively cherry toned. I could have sworn he gave them daily scrubs and red paint treatments with how rosy they looked. I could not resist the shameless lick of my ombre lips that accompanied the immoral thought.

While I was still lost in him, he pulled me back up by drawing me in, and pulling my face to his neck. Because luck was on my side, his dark and full beard stroked my face for a nanosecond.

I heaved mentally at the borderline contact, shivering simultaneously because of the electrifying and pleasurable touch.

I inhaled his cologne and recognized it; Clive Christian number one pure perfume. But, what was more scintillating was the aromatic-masculine scent underneath it all. It was like aftershave with his natural scent intertwined, and boy did it suck me into a daze. It was powerful enough not to be masked by his cologne, and just as intensely alluring.

And, the warmth of his skin still tickled my insides. At that very moment, I wondered if how I felt was how Dante Alighieri felt when he first laid eyes on his dear Beatrice.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I blinked, my subconscious making me aware that I hadn’t heard a word he’d said thus far.

“Are you okay?” he repeated softly, and just like a thunderbolt, his raspy and everlastingly deep baritone hit my core like an arrow as I watched the movement of his plum cherry lips in delight.

I finally nodded and sighed helplessly because of my body’s reaction to him.

He was simply drop-dead gorgeous and hot. And his timbre just swallowed my vocals – hoarse, yet enchanting; the kind of voice that turned heads, the kind that sounded like an earthquake, one that commanded a room. It was masculine, intense and sultry, the spiced up macho tone. That very one that made you just want to squeeze your legs because you felt the frenzy it was turning your fanny into—a wet mess. Dare I say, he was all sex on legs.

He wore a navy blue suit with a black shirt and black tie. A bold, dark and sexy combo indeed. He looked tailored, prim, and proper, yet rough around the edges.

The tone of his dark ensemble made it evident that he wanted everyone to know he was menacing and unashamedly so. It was like a warning, one I realised my body didn’t heed. Not with the wetness I felt down there, something I had never felt before.

I couldn’t dwell on that, not when his eyes still drew me in, despite that I wanted to run.

It was why I could not help how my entire being just stood there unconcealed as we, my mind, soul, and body, took him in the way we had never dared or bothered on any other human.

I was five feet nine wearing four-inch heels, but he just about towered over me. I could even see as he held on to me, probably fearing that I would pass out, that his well-defined muscles filled the arm of his suit so seductively tight and firm.

Who knew what else was full and tight down there. Only Hrithik Roshan had the right to look that yummy, I concluded. I then licked my lips, not caring that I probably looked lustful as hell. I could even feel my eyes glisten with lust.

But even more, my reaction to him shook me, one I had never had. My entire being was at attention for him, and in tune with every detail my eyes could devour. So much that I knew my physique and face gave up my instantaneous and revolutionary attraction to him. I was in uncharted territory, and I couldn’t for the life of me be comported about it.

I was enraptured and couldn’t do a damned thing about it; it felt so compelling, enjoyable, and just damn intoxicating.

“Are you okay?” He asked again. A statement that finally got me out of my trance, thanks to the irritation that laced his re-iterated question. I was sure it hadn’t been less than a moment since he’d caught me from falling, but it felt like a day and yet too short.

I blinked rapidly and immediately extracted myself from the invasion of his personal space, and to regain my sanity.

“Yes, I am,” I responded with a groan, trying and failing to suppress the irritation at myself.

I continued, “I am fine, thank you, and erm sorry for falling intoooo……oh no, no, no …this can’t be happening! Nooooooo!” I snapped at myself as realisation dawned.

My shirt was clear wet and showing off my bold cleavage. Even the colour of my bra was on display. If I were any lighter in complexion, I would have been flushed all over in embarrassment. But, my sepia and mink dark chocolate tone saved me from that.

I turned around, self-conscious with sudden fuelling anger to give the tiny brat who assaulted me a piece of my mind, and of course, he and his orange juice were gone.

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