Chapter 6 A cradle robber

Chapter 006|A cradle robber

"No..." I muttered, deciding that my focus shouldn't be to show him he was a horrible father, I had a sneaking suspicion that he knows this already but was too concerned with the criminal conglomerate to which he had dedicated both time, blood, and sweat to build to bother and now that should be my focal study not chasing after a child who was almost twice my age while trying to guise that a part of me acknowledges her beauty and was simply intrigued to know more about the princess who had waited long for her prince charming to come rescue her from the evil enchanted tower though in her case it was her father's ancestral home worth billions of dollars and a tourist centre.

I would have gotten an interesting depth into that detail if I had waited longer and listened on till the end of she and her lover's discussion but I had been too frustrated to realize that all I would be getting was watching two horny teenagers exchange meaningless parting words, and to be fair the flower gifting could break any spectator even in a cliché chick flick, I didn't need to watch them kiss or share the memory of their short-lived affair to be nauseated.

I heard the clack, clack. clack of shoes and waiting in the shadow I noticed Amelia's double body tugging behind Amelia's drunk fiancé who was the worst type of drunk: A chatterbox.

No. I take that back; the emotional wrecks were the true problem. The pitiful sobs and mumblings? Argh! I had put more girls in that state than I could count with one hand, to be sure of my claims when they eventually forget the no strings attached invisible clause that I voice out way too many times with my short term flings.

I did wonder what was wrong with women and being obsessed with the foolish illusion that they could change me and make me suddenly enamoured with them at the start of my career when I still felt a tinge of guilt on how so pitilessly I discharged of them in my life but as I climbed the ladder of power while learning the games of number that came with being manipulative and telling swooning lies which also gained me more money, that attracted the leeches more I was beginning to realize it was one of three things; Parents tell lies and they should stop. You're not a princess and I'm not your player prince charming who would one day wake up and discover I want nobody but you, I was a razing fire forged by immense anger, fueled by revenge, and intent on burning everything that stands on my way.

And then there was the issue of the movie inspired, unrealistic books imageries crammed and projected in their head which helps them form a surreal view of the kind of man they have always dreamed about that I somehow have managed to fill into which was truly amusing.

And there was the third, less difficult and by experience my favorites. The gold diggers who fool themselves into believing they have an ounce of emotions for you but coming into an agreement with them preferably a contract helps you prevent things from getting messy. They had what I wanted and needed what I want. Zero attachment for a lot of money. A win-win. And their agreements on paper to their boundaries put them on a lease just in case they got too greedy.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as Amelia's double body turned to leave but deciding that Romania's daughter who had too much free time for her own good was no longer my problem and I needed to get out of here fast if there was any chance in hell I would remember what happened here today and be even slightly amused, I made to follow her because for all I know she might be heading back to the ball which was my exit to all this crazy shenanigans but I was too late to duck back the minute I heard entreating footsteps.

She was running and had seen me before I have even take note of her. Because all night all I've heard men talk about was her perfect curves, her glowing skin, her long hair that was no longer wearing a crown but perhaps that was because of her stupid mask which only allowed you to glimpse at her eyes and crimson lips, but now it was gone I saw her wide eyes that hinted at alarm, the corner of her cupid bow was raised.

I wondered what she was doing. She should be running and trying to alarm her father because a strange man was in her terrace after all. Wasn't there a button to press that would get here immediately floored with armed men so why was she hesitating? Because I would rather take that than her now walking slowly towards me, smelling of daisies that made an imprint in me that I wouldn't want to admit because that makes me seem like a cradle robber, a pedophile?

"You look different?" she whispered and if her looks hadn't done the trick, her siren-like voice crumpled my restraint to try to run away from here.

Her.

"Yes," I tried to warn her. "Because I'm different."

AMELIA'S POV

Of all the night's event I had been most worried of this particular private ceremony because though Romania didn't give a damn, this was my first kiss after all and my biggest fear.

I didn't want it to go horribly but more than that I didn't want him to kiss me and totally know I was fumbling because if there was even a hint of displeasure in his face though I didn't care, Daddy dearest who would be joining us soon to make sure I went through with this wouldn't be so glad that his daughter was anything but perfect at any skill at all even though the one of kissing I had no practice or lessons whatsoever.

But those concerns seem to fade because suddenly I was aware of him and a delightful thrill racked through my body even as I stood on tip toes and elevated my head since he was almost towering me even in my stiletto; Something I didn't notice throughout the night.

"I love different." I whispered against his mouth and then scared that whatever this was between us might eventually vanish if I just keep on talking, my lips slightly brush against his, unsure, tentative, subtle.

Then a gasp escaped my lips which he immediately swallowed as his tongue slipped into mine, and with his hand holding onto my waist, he completely rendered me mush with his lips bearing down on mine relentlessly took things I didn't know I could even offer.

The wet slide of his lips tasted of Tequila, man and want. A moan escaped from my lips as he swirled his lips at the roof of my mouth making kissing seem more erotic than I ever thought possible and when he released me with my face flushed, his legs taking two steps backward, my eyes widen and not because of how easily I was blown away by just a mere kiss but because a few feet away Jackson who was the only man I had a business kissing watched me with disbelief, and his hand clenching tightly to his removed mask.

My hands flew to my mouth even as I could now see the noticeable difference between the both men and while Jackson was shorter, a blonde who kept a bun the man in front of me whose lips though glistening with my lipstick didn't in any way make the side of his lips curved in a sardonic smirk less menacing, was taller, had black hair cut almost to its scalp and a green-blue slate just like the ocean before a wave, his shoulders was more broader and as I shakily reached for his mask and removed them curious, yet, wanting to wish what had just happened away I was met with a nose that Ron would call Greece, his full lips were made to assault ones senses just like they were doing to mine, his eyes glinted with pure mischief but why wouldn't they? he had stolen a kiss that I had kept for the past eighteen years to give to my husband. His skin was tanned and he had a tattoo which ran from the side of his neck to his two unbuttoned dress shirt and further which revealed rock hard abs which if I had noticed sooner would have stopped me from kissing a man who although was wearing an identical mask with Jackson bore no other semblance with him.

I wondered how I could even mistake the two very different men. I should have known something was off with the way he kissed me, held me, he didn't seem like a barely out of strings child who was still struggling with teenage hormones and didn't kiss like that too.

He reeked of a clean man with a singular need to have a dirty fuck because he doesn't know how not to, he was man and every part of him. There was also this infuriating confidence which made me wonder how quick he'll lose it when he realise the daughter of whom he had just stolen a kiss from.

Father? Shit.... I was also in big trouble.

Seething hot rage enunciated his footsteps and his face which remained calm and passive didn't fool me. Never had. But his eyes and anger wasn't directed towards me which I was most thankful for.

"Jason Silverton Casey, what brings you to my villa?' father never gritted midsentence so whoever this man was that could make him lose his temper and he wasn't disposing of immediately must hold a great rein of power, he reeked of it, his assertiveness even in his kisses and his manipulatively wicked delicious domination wasn't big on subtlety to disguise he had tasted of power, the same way my father's cold eyes which he landed on the stranger's who still haven't lost his smug grin didn't disguise the hatred between both men.

"Romania, it has been a long time and I thought what better way to greet an acquaintance than on a happy one." His smile was gone immediately and the cold glint of his eyes gave me a hint as to why he was worth talking to. He was almost similar to my father and everything I knelt down to ask God to never give me in a man, a being that has in multiple ways proven he doesn't exist but yet I couldn't turn off the switch of wanting to believe in something. Anything.

"We need to talk, Romania."

"I wished I killed you when I had the chance."

The stranger beamed.

"After you." He said as my dad gave me a sharp withering glare before leading him to his study away from the terrace.