Dangerous Desires

{Iris}

Going on a trip with her crush, and numerous dates with the school heartthrob that happens to be her crush has always been Iris's dream.

Iris wants a simple life, and being simple doesn't mean she wants to get her life tied down in an arranged marriage with some rich old man.

Iris could not believe that her life could change in the space of one night. She was only in the school library, studying with her friends when she received her father's letter that she'd be getting married to one of his rich friends.

Iris had strongly doubted her father. Cos why not? The last time she recalled, all of her father's friends were typical gamblers/gambling addicts who were married with kids.

Could her father have let her marry some big-bellied man?

But tonight, Iris had received some visitors in her hostel who had supposedly come to pick her up to her to-be husband.

Iris cradled her small pulse to the chest, her right arm fastening the light silky dress on her body.

The harsh cold wind slapping her skin made her realize the consequences of her actions.

Iris has escaped the school hostel, escaping from the thug-looking man who has come to pick her up or maybe kidnap her.

She could never have waited, nor could she find solace in her friend's room which is also located in the school hostel.

Iris realized that if those thug-looking men could pass by the security, then the school or the hostel is not safe for her.

Sighing, Iris wiped the little tears from her face. She could have called her father, but with all the rush, she only managed to take her pulse which contained some notes that could only get a day in a rural hotel.

She'd go to a hotel, then use the hotel phone to get through to her father.

Iris strongly believed that there was a mix-up somewhere. Why would her father get her married? How old is she? What was he thinking when he made that decision... Is she a liability to her father?

Iris almost broke down at the thought. In all honesty, she truly admires her father. Being a single Dad, and even a gambling addict ever since her mother passed away, Iris's father had set up a small restaurant to make sure Iris never lacked much in this world.

What went wrong? Is the responsibility weighing him down that he could no longer take it anymore?

"Ah shit!" Iris cussed out, wiping the lone tears that escaped her eyes. "This is all messed up. And I have a test tomorrow"

In her current situation, Iris couldn't help but think about the test she'd missed if she couldn't make it back to school tomorrow. Angrily, she stomped her feet on the ground, a low sob escaping her month in the process, but she soon clapped her palm over her mouth, muffling her sob when she heard a familiar voice.

"I called boss," a voice she knows too well boomed in the dead of the night, instilling fears in her.

Iris moved back, hiding herself in the dark of the night.

' no... I can't be caught like this. I need to talk to Dad '.

Iris could feel her feet getting colder, and the night breeze is not exactly making it easier for her... With the flimsy dress on her.

"He'd be here anytime soon. And the girl has to be somewhere here"

Iris almost cried out. Does that mean they followed her all along? When she thought she'd finally escaped them.

When has life got colder for her?

Clamping her eyes shut, Iris could see herself curl up on her bed, in her little room given to her by the school after she'd taken her dinner and bath.

If only she could teleport... If only she's a witch like Hermione Granger in Harry Potter.

The ray of light flashing through her closed lid almost made her jump. Her heart beating loudly with renewed hope.

She could take a taxi now and zoom away from this area and from her kidnapper.

Quickly, she waved her hand at the car coming her away, letting the light from the headlight bathe her.

"Taxi taxi!" Iris called out, almost hyperventilating with happiness.

Ever since she'd won the best graduating student in high school, she'd never felt so happy.

The car stopped, and Iris rushed to the passenger seat, not caring to take a second look at the exotic white car she's about to enter.

Of course, Iris thought anything could do... As long as she gets away from her kidnapper.

Opening the car, Iris hopped in, quickly fastening the belt around her before she faced her supposedly taxi driver.

"One round hotel..." Iris gasped, her almond shaped dark brown eyes widened in shock.

Iris knows she'd always been told by her friends that her impulsive act will land her in trouble one day... And does this troublesome day happens to be today?

Because, sitting before her is a man that looks nothing like a taxi driver.

Iris traced his eyes down to the inked arms that held the steering steady with his other dainty arm

.

Her eyes then moved to his face which is almost covered by his dark brown curly hair that resided at the left side of his face, hiding his eye like a mask, but making his left turquoise blue eyes visible.

Maybe it could have been better to be kidnapped by those outside this car, because Iris has never met someone so dangerous yet dangerously attractive in her life.

"S... Sorry..." Iris gulped down her saliva with her nervousness, avoiding this man's gaze at all cost. "I got the wrong car"

"No!" Iris flew her head up, her eyes catching the man's lips just in time it unfurled into a sinister smirk. "Now why should I, dear little bride?"

Bride?

The word resonated in her head many times and she could almost see it written on her head. Then like a flash, it all came rushing into her already clouded mind.

Bride!

This man right here has called her his bride, and it could only mean one thing.

With all her strength, Iris threw all her weight onto the car door with the hope of smashing it open.

"Don't worry, it's safely locked" the man chuckled, a little amused by Iris' act.

She's jumped into his car readily like she's been waiting for him, but now she's struggling to get out?

"Let me out!" Iris cried out, forgetting her resolution to not cry until she sees to the end of this. Tears leaked out her eyes, drop by drop.

She'd not take that risk of escaping in school just to fall freely to her prey hand.

"Please... Let me go... Please... Let..."

Iris gasped as the man leaned in, his cold hand gliding over her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

"Now why would I?" He chuckled. "Do you think I went through this trouble to let go of you?"

"I didn't want any of this!" Iris almost yells out, but only her tears could represent her unsaid words, her pain and her heartache...as they keep falling freely down her face.

This man doesn't look ordinary, nor is he ready to be moved by her tears.

And even though Iris finds him quite attractive and presentable more than her pot bellied father's friends she knows, she thought...

"Won't the pot bellied be better than getting stuck with a devil?"

{ Iris}

Iris sat at the back seat, crossly. Her arms wrapped around her midriff, eyes transfixed on the one behind the steer, probably thinking of a thousand ways to murder him.

For the first time, Iris regrets deterring from her initial dream of being a militant.

Only if she's able to handle guns. No! If only she's gotten that training, then she won't be here, sulking at the back seat of a stranger that's about to be his husband.

"Husband?"

She silently huffed.

Iris has tried to explain to the man that he's gotten the wrong person. There's probably no way she could be his runaway bride...or maybe his soon to be bride as the man has said.

"But could it be true?"

Iris thought, but she just couldn't fathom how her father would get her engaged without her opinion... And to a man she knows not and that seems dangerous.

Even though the man is attractive, Iris could just feel a bad aura coming from her. His musky smell that made her eyes turn and the passive smell of cigarettes and strong alcohol.

Iris could've bet her entire years in college that this man had taken a drag and a couple of shots before he came for her.

Just how could her father think a man like this is "perfect for her"?

"Listen..."

Iris wanted to try her luck for the hundredth time, but the sudden halt of the car made her words stop midway.

Rolling her eyes, a couple of curses slipped out her mouth as she glared at her unwanted driver.

"A warning could have helped" She muttered, her fingers kneading the temples she's hit against the front seat a second earlier.

Without replying to her, the man opened the car door and bolted out.

"And he even has an ego!" Iris scoffed. "No way on Earth I'm tying myself down with such sadistic man"

She clutched her small purse to her chest, feeling the few notes she's planned to use in reserving a hotel room. Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she nodded slowly.

"I can still do it," she mumbled. "I definitely can still... "

But before she could complete her words, the car door opened, dousing Iris with the cold night breeze.

Quickly hiding the smile beneath a sad gloomy face, Iris looked up and her eyes met with a tall man with spiky waves.

"Boss said I should escort you, ma'am."

What! Did her title just change in a second?

{ Damien

Damien slammed the door behind him, stripping himself of the black blazer, and dumping it on the couch nearer.

He pulled on his tie, a foggy breath escaping his month.

There's no doubt that he's mad. His soon to be bride had acted stupidly today almost getting herself killed, and she's made the almighty Damien Nightfall leave his house just to search for an impulsive 20yr old girl.

Damien does not work with people who don't know protocols, and of course, with what happened today, his new client which he's made a deal with knows nothing about his rules.

His lips slowly lifted into a smirk, a smirk hidden the angry face he's on earlier as his brain made a mental note on how to deal with his client.

In his line of business, time and rules go hand in hand. And nor only did his client make him waste his time, he broke the rules.

"Welcome sir," a middle-aged woman in a navy blue apron draped around her body came running out of the kitchen, her head bowed the moment her eyes met with the boss of the house.

"The room?" Damien asked.

"It's been prepared sir." The woman who happened to be the head maid replied, his gaze still remaining on the floor.

"Good!" Damien nodded.

He's tempted to make one request, but ignores it and lets it die in the pit of his stomach.

He could punish her this much for wasting his time anyway.

Not saying anything else, Damien made his way up the stairs and down to his room.

Closing the door with a gentle snap, he stripped himself off of the remaining clothes, exposing the ripped body beneath the white button shirt he had on earlier.

His porcelain skin came to view. The muscle in his arm flexed at the slightest movement of his arm. And the six packs that seem as though he's been living in the gym his entire life.

The 30yr old man stared at his own reflection in the mirror, eyes leering down to the stab wound on his chest close to his heart.

His fingers skimmed over the wound and he let out a shaky breath.

How long has it been since he's had the scar?

Even though it's only a scar now. Even though it doesn't hurt anymore, the memory and the pain hurts more than the actual stab.

"It's okay," Damien gasped. "It's already in the past."

Unable to take it anymore, he took his gaze away from his reflection, then stepped under the shower. The cold water dousing his body and forcing the cold memory off his brain.

He needs something else to think of more than drowning in the past.

Something like his wedding with his 20 yr old bride that will take place a day after tomorrow.

Damien scowled. He could still remember the look on his bride's face when he'd told her about her being her bride, and that could mean one thing, his client has not discussed this with his daughter.

Damien had almost lost his patient there and left the girl behind, but of course, he didn't only need the girl to become his bride for some time, he had an ulterior motive.

He couldn't help the smile that lifted onto his lips as he imagined his stepbrother's expression.

So priceless he couldn't wait to see it.

He gets the girl and wins the game.

After some minutes under the shower, he stepped out of it and wrapped his waist with a white towel.

He stepped out just in time his room door opened, and one of his most trusted guards came in.

Damien dipped his eyes.

"Miss...She escaped"

Damien

Damien threw on a pair of shorts and an oversized round neck.

Clearly frustrated, he followed his guards out.

"Measure?" He asked, dipping his fingers into his still wet hair.

Not as if his little bride could escape this mansion, but she's putting her life on the line if she acted impulsively.

She might die, which Damien clearly believes won't be his fault.

"I already dispersed the search team," his guards said. "And asked the security team to find her through the CCTV too"

Damien hummed, his fingers still combing his hair effortlessly. Of course, he doesn't seem bothered about his bride wanting to escape, nor does he care if she dies while trying to save herself....she couldn't escape anyway.

No! She couldn't save herself from him

But Damien didn't go out of his way to save a girl from his step brother just to have the girl killed under his roof.

And it's not as if her death means he loses, the stress of finding another girl to be his fake wife while she's obligated to keep silent about it dreaded Damien.

Signing, he pushed the door open, entering the room filled with electronic gadgets and people working on it.

His presence alone stops the working people to stand and greet their boss.

"Any news?" Damien moves to a table, snatching an electronic chip from the table. "Found her yet?"

"Not yet Sir," one guard replied, his hand shaking, probably terrified for not only having the deadly boss in the room but also beside him.

Damien, a 30yr old man whom the world believe to be the CEO of the most largest enterprises, clearly oblivious of how deadly of a mafia this man could be

His nickname ' angel during the day, and devil at night ' which only a chosen people know.

"Found her," Damien growled, his eyes glaring at his soon to be wife that's busy running through the woods.

If only Damien could fly up to her, then kick her in the shin for being such an impulsive little kid, but Damien doesn't beat a woman...at least not the one that's about to serve as dinner to his fluffy cute tiger anyway.

"That place..." One guard gasped, his eyes on the screen. "Is that not Eden eagle garden?"

A special garden only for the boss of the house to enter whenever he wants to feed a human eaten tiger he believes to be cute.

Damien cleared his throat, leaning into the screen to watch his bride carefully. A few steps away from where she's standing, then she'd be lost forever, down the tiger's throat even with her bones

It's a win win for him of course. He got the girl his step brother will kill to have, then his cute tiger had the girl for dinner.

Damien couldn't care, or at least he pretended not to care.

The girl means nothing to him, and of course, if she wanted to get herself killed, who's Damien to stop her?

But Damien has already promised her father, he's sworn to protect her in exchange for him getting married to her.

Though, the girl's father has requested financial help from him which he's granted solely to spite his stepbrother.

If his tiger eats her for dinner, he's already paid for her life, but it'll be a problem later because the girl's name and picture is already on the wedding card.

He cannot cancel the wedding, and it'll be a problem later if the press finds out he married another girl that's not on the IV.

"Such a fucking bitch!" Damien slipped out a curse, then sat at the empty chair beside him.

"Listen Iris," Damien spoke into the chips. The electronic gadgets carrying his voice through the mansion... Loud enough to make Iris halt her treasonous act. "If you take one more step from there, you'll be cleared on the surface of the earth."

Damien could see it... The reaction he wanted. The power his word carried across to the impulsive brat he's going to have as a wife.

He saw how her shoulder tensed, and he could almost hear her raggy breath.

But all these doesn't last, for the girl has taken a deep breath, and continued her journey... Totally ignoring the man's threat.

"This is not a threat, bitch!" Damien nearly smashed his fist on the table, but he heaved a sigh, drumming his fist on the table... Not enough to cause a ripple he's intended earlier.

He wanted to calm down, but his blood is at its highest boiling point.

If he goes out there, he might end up being the one who devours the girl.

Momentarily closing and opening his eyes. Damien really wished he'd not put himself in this situation, then he'd gladly offer up this bitch to his tiger.

"There's a tiger," he voiced out, his voice low, but audible enough for the chips to carry it around. "Which I've not fed tonight thanks to you. If you take more steps from there, then you'd be his dinner tonight."

But the girl ignored him and continued with her journey.

Angry is an understatement. Damien could use his mansion to start a fire and throw the girl in just to hear her cry... Her agony.

He wanted to watch her as she burn limbs by limbs for ignoring his warning... Something no one apart from his stepbrother has the ball to do.

"I'll get the search team."

"No. Get me the car"

Damien stood up, ripping the chips off his mouth and throwing it away.

"If she wants to die so much, then it'd be my honor"