Chapter 5 Kessler

BROKEN ANGEL

Kessler Blackwell's Pov

Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down.

Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty.

I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted.

And I stepped in when I noticed she was fat drunk and that wasn't what I wanted. I needed her to be conscious when she saw me or we spoke, she was one prey I won't let go of.

I made my way to the bar counter with ferocious eyes. "Enough. She has drank more than necessary."

The bar attendant shook, probably shaken with fear from my deep dark dangerous gazes. He should be scared if he wanna be alive.

I don't play.

"Hello, mister whoever you're better shove that into your black pants because I won't take such insolence." Her voice hit deep. I've seen a lot of women but none have their voice making my shoulders tense or something.

"Are you talking to me, Miss?" I turned to face my angelic beauty and when our orbs peek into the other she froze and slipped.

Really?

I was quick to assess her fall and caught her mid air before she kissed the floor slamming her to my chest with my arms wrapped around her.

She looked incredibly sexy and smelled of wild flowers, flowers in full bloom, flipping my senses and making blood rush to my motherfucking Cock.

I was expecting her to be like them girls and push me away or a slap to follow for touching her without her permission. Women are unpredictable but instead, she leans lovingly and buried her nose to the crook of my neck, and breathed me in.

"Are you okay?" I feigned ignorance with my gaze buried into hers.

"Did you save me?" She asked dumbfounded and giddy with the locs of her hair falling over her face. I felt a need to tuck them safely behind her ears.

Why would I do that? It wasn't my job. I better get a tight grip on myself.

"You aren't just a bad drunk but dumb too." Being mean was a hobby but being an arrogant cocky asshole was a lifestyle and it didn't come hard to dishing her off my plate. She was still wrapped around me like a freaking blanket as she stood dazed, my fingers slid through her sides and slowly pinched her rib.

She did some staring of her own at my arms, abs, and facial features.

Yes, bitch stare! "Stop staring peasant I won't fuck you." I contradicted my thoughts and flashed my set of teeth, passing off my signature smile. It always worked. Women were my playground and I knew how to touch a few buttons and screw them mentally, physically, and psychologically. I've never met a lady who didn't fall in lust willing to fuck me within sight or got attracted to me.

My words kinda hurt her as she pulled away as though she wasn't eye fucking me with her gorgeous stares seconds ago and faced the bar attendant for a drink and to keep the change.

Hmmm... Let's see how that goes. The Coward could barely meet my eye gaze as I stared daggers at him. I'll have his head if he gets her one more and sends it to his family as a Christmas present. It wasn't Christmas far from the celebration but his family was gonna get a gift anyway.

He turned her down and ironically I could see steams coming from both ears, not true but in that case, I could feel how pissed and condescending his words riled her, especially a woman of her status quo I wasn't a dunce to realise she was wealthy, her looks, suit, watch and how she smelt, her features and skin glow cemented that fact.

"Fuck you asshole! Your bar is trash anyway." She yelled, grabbing her keys to leave. It was expected anyway. I was fast enough to block her path and pull her closer to me and feel her warmth around me. For a few minutes I couldn't think or process Jack just staring into her eyes as my shoulders rode in a fast rhythm, my pulse accelerating and my Cock hardening wanting to burst out of its pants confinement.

Slow down Kessler Jnr. She'll be ours soon.

I could try my luck. My lips inches to her ear lobe and brought to her notice my motive to drive her home considering her drunk state. She had quite a several shots and driving in that state would endanger her life. I wasn't doing it because I cared, Kessler Blackwell cares for no one but himself.

What about Anna? Yes, I care about my baby sister which she hates. I refer to her because she's now an adult and can take care of herself. The vibrant and troublesome sister of mine recently turned eighteen and ever since she's the flyest girl ever.

And what about Mother? I love Mother even though I've never told her how much I do and despite how many times we fight and our rocky Mom-son relationship I'd cross mountains to make sure she's okay.