Chapter 3 WHAT'S YOUR NAME

REBEL

The dance floor was flooded with soft, golden light. The air was filled with the elegant melodies of a string quartet. The dancers moved in unison as if they were performing a single, intricately planned performance. I pretend that I don't see him staring as I dance with this stranger, but even as I smile and engage in manly small talk with this uninteresting person, I can feel his eyes boring into me. I didn't realise that this entire event had been held in his honour, and I didn't recognise him for the billionaire he is. Abruptly, he approaches us and interrupts. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. He murmured into my ears, "What is your name?". As though the offer was more of a game than a gesture, my lips formed a slightly confused smile. "What?" I mumble back into his ear as I sexily wrap myself around him. "Your men can't find anything about me, Daniel?" He draws me in as an adrenaline rush goes through his veins. "I wouldn't ask you again if they could locate your name, but isn't that a bit unfair? I don't know your name, but you know mine." He pulls me in so close we look like we're having sex on that dance floor, so I laugh and move away from him a little.

Daniel presses his lips to my ear as he moves in closer. "I want to know your name." With my breath warm against his neck, I tilt my head slightly. "Why?" Silky smooth, I rasp out. "Is it important? Daniel's heart races at what I said. His breathing dances down my ear as he takes a step closer. Daniel: "Then tell me more about yourself. Something... hazardous."

with a playful look, I remark, "Are you sure you're ready for that?" I know exactly what I am doing, and a smile formed on my lips. He picked the wrong one to seduce and charm I am so good at it.

He chuckles quietly as he feels a rush of excitement. Tension, electric and dangerous, permeates the air between them. Even while he can sense his own attraction growing stronger, he doesn't seem to want to fight it and this makes him even more interesting to dance and chat with.

"I've never met anyone like you."

I throw my head back ànd laugh: "That's because most people don't live long enough to." Her words hang in the air, sharp as a blade raised and poised. For the first time, I feel his spine stiffen, and I expect him to step back, but he doesn't; rather, he pulls me even closer to him.

"I like danger."

(with a dark, seductive smile): "Careful what you wish for." He doesn't know who I am; he is simply carried away by the air of mystery surrounding me and that probably feels like a challenge to me, and he feels he needs to conquer me. His grasp tightened minutely, the tips of his fingers biting into the indent of my waist. "Because you intrigue me. And I don't like being in the dark."

(In a cool tone, says), "I'm not some mystery for you to unravel," "And names are just words. He stops our dance and pulls me closer still until our faces are inches from each other. "Then give me any name," he challenged me with eyes so incredibly hot. I smiled and then kept dancing with him, saying nothing at all. He threads his palms into the slit in my dress and strokes my gun and my lap with his fingers. I freeze at first; I can't breathe, caressing my lap while checking out my gun; he moves past that and suddenly his hands are close to my underwear, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties and I am stunned; a moan involuntarily slips out from me and I stiffen and try pushing him backwards but he's like a rock. He went back and to tracing my gun, wondering probably how I got through all the checkpoints without a scratch or at least being thrown out of the event.

He's a danger to me; it's time I stop communicating with him. I glare long at him with great intensity as I try walking away from him, but the only thing he does is draw me near himself.

This guy will give me a headache; by all means, I must avoid him.

"I'd like to apologize in advance to you 'cause I'm intrigued, captured by you, in love with you; therefore, I'll do the impossible to have you. I would like to marry you, see you have my kids. It is much to swallow, but I mean every spokèn word; I will possess you, own you, ruin you and make you, so I apologise in advance; your days of being alone are over; I am stepping in".

He is a distraction. The music stops, and I disentangle myself from him. Then I move on to take down my mark at the event, and I'm done in under five minutes, and nobody would know what happened here tonight, I am that good at my job and by tomorrow, it would have been believed that this old man died of Cardiac arrest naturally. I exited the event without being suspected, stopped, or questioned. I stand on a rooftop with a glass of wine, recollecting my day; then, I feel butterflies in my belly. It's funny, I should be concerned that I now had someone obsessed with me, not just anyone multi-billionaire with more power than he knows what to do with. But a part of me is flattered, and I somehow know he meant every word he said.

I checked in with the organization and confirmed the kill; if they knew about him, he'd be dead immediately, so I hope I never see him again. I sip my wine once more; a message notification pops on my phone:ne "Reb, el some people are looking for you; these are some powerful persons. Did you mess with any powerful person?

I suddenly feel a headache coming along because I know immediately that it's him. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but things are about to get messy.