He was wearing an expensive-looking suit, well-ironed and not a speck of dirt in its white cloth. (Well, that's if you don't count the glitters in his shoulders.) The coat was half-buttoned. He would have been a perfect male apparition if not for the mess I had created on top his head - in his glorious, messy yet stylish brown hair.
He was like a pancake, all sauced up with white glue and topped with luster dusts. I wanted to laugh then because he kinda looked funny appearing like a bedazzled Olympian God, but I remained as still as a stone. My mouth just jammed open; unable to produce any words of apology; horrified and at the same time mesmerized by him.
Such magical eyes.
Bluish-green ringed with hazel was their color completing the handsomeness of his face. He was tall; I reckon about six feet? His shoulders were broad, abdomen flat but he was standing ramrod straight with an air of self-importance in him.
That didn't hide the fact that he looked silly though.
Sexily, he combed his hair with his fingers. In the process, his hand greased up with the glue, but he didn't seem bothered at all... or maybe he was just too stoic, too excellent at hiding his expressions. I saw him put something in his pants pocket quickly. If he was hiding it, it was useless because I could see the tiny object protruding in his pants.
He released a sigh, a very long sigh, and as I watched I could detail out an angry twitch in the corner of his mouth.
"Ignorant woman, " he drawled, I arched a brow, "you are staining blood in my expensive carpet."
Toss him in the cliff! Impale him with a pitchfork! Burn him alive! Those were my brain's furious commands. The hell he think he is?! Tsk! Disrespectful bastard calling me an ignorant!
Before I could voice out my callous remark, he pulled my leg out towards him and I, the comely, refined Daniella Rosecraft, came tumbling down onto his wide arms.
I gasped midair; my heart pounding like crazy and my eyes constricted in fear.
Once he caught me, I thought I was safe, but when I looked into his glittered face, I realized I was nowhere near heaven. This devil was scowling at me....
And that's how it all started.
Now, focusing on the present, the handsome, but outrageously rude stranger continued the path towards the second floor foyer. His hand was tightly holding my arm while I struggled to keep up his long strides with my four-inch heels.
"Hey asshole!" I cried out loudly. "I demand to know where you are taking me?! I understand I bedazzled and glued you, and I'm sorry for that. Really. But it was an accident! You startled me!"
My complain fell on deaf ears again.
Many of the soul's present — mostly staff of the mansion putting up vases of white orchids — gawked at us. They seem to find our fiasco unexpected, but one tall man wearing a red turban and black tuxedo showed quite an opposite expression. He was actually smirking.
The stranger continued to drag me into another hallway to the right and then he turned to a path towards a closed white door. Although confused still, I felt fear start to climb its way into the surface. With his gloomy aura and the psychopath silence, who wouldn't be right?
He opened the door, but before he could push me inside, I raised my free arm (the one with the deep cut), made an iron fist out of it (amidst the slicing pain) and gave him a strong uppercut! (Or at least what I think is strong.)
"Dammit woman!" he spat, touching his chin with his free hand. I bet I did a good blow because I could see him wincing slightly.
Huh! And look at that, a small part of his lovely chiseled jaw showed an early bruise!
I grinned in triumph.
"I said let me go! If you won't, I will punch you again! Stronger this time! I can do that you know!" I threatened, lifting up my fist in between us.
But damn... he didn't even look affected at all with my— (okay, let's face it) my mediocre threat. With my slender, feminine hands, I doubt I can accomplish that and he seemed to see right through me.
"Get inside, " he simply commanded.
"Uhh, no way. Why would I do that?!" I exclaimed, wriggling my arms to try to loosen his grip.
He scowled at me again. "Look what you've done, " he drawled again. What's with him and the drawling thing?! "You are staining the second floor's carpet now. I might have to let you pay on the damages, Wild Woman."
He watched my wounded fingers still dripping with blood and leaned closer to me, ultimately trespassing my personal space. I leaned back; giving him another dagger-like glare.
"Now, go to the nurse and have that bandaged up and disinfected. Don't complain, don't go Super Saiyan on me, and don't do reckless things, or I will glue a six-zero cheque on your sexy ass right now for you to pay later after your client's wedding. Capisce?"
What the— Just who is this man in front of me?
But wait, did he just say nurse?
He released my arm and crossed his arms on his chest, looking at me with a slight curve of his mouth.
With wide eyes, I peeped on the inside of the room and found two females wearing matching white nurse uniforms talking to one another. In their front desk, there was a sign with the words 'Le Chateau de Esclavette Clinica' in bold letters.
My mind immediately registered the facts.
"Oh, " I said, embarrassed with myself. Although it was hard, I gave him a lopsided smile; my only meager way of showing my gratitude.
He raised a glittery brow and said, "You're welcome."
"You could have just told me we were going to the clinic, " I said with a frown, wrapping my fingers with my blazer again, "we could have avoided this...misunderstanding."
"You are the only one who misunderstood the situation, Ms. Rosecraft, " he answered me, now with a blank expression. "I suggest you don't overthink simple things, and next time, do your research. You're temper and ignorance is way too deadly in a place like this."
What are you freaking saying? I wanted to ask that one, but decided not to. I instead just simply surrendered and walked inside to the front desk without giving him a backward glance. The nurses inside however when they noticed the man, widened their eyes briefly. Then, as their composure regained, they gave him a low bow which I found a bit odd.
Maybe it was a sign of greeting to their guests? Maybe it was.
I heard the door close and realized that he left. Good. My bedazzled stranger is finally out of my sight. I seriously don't want to see that arrogant, acting all-high-and-mighty man ever again.
"Good afternoon Madame, " greeted the older-looking nurse.
"Hi, good afternoon too, " I answered sheepishly.
"What seems to be the problem?" She took out a form and handed it to me.
"Well..." I said and then showed them my bleeding forefinger and thumb, "I just needed this bandaged up and disinfected."