La Serpiente, Foxy cursed bride in CEO Ghost’s lair - Chapter 2

[TIME PASSES]

“Hello, Michael.”

My dad greeted his friend with a warm hug and affectionate voice, at the doorstep of main hall.

“Long time no see, Ambrose.”

He shifted his eyes towards me with a welcomed smile as we shook hands.

“Yeah, just busy with business and all that stuff.”

I simply replied him cut short.

“Oh Lorenzo, remember the topper from our college badge, Peterson? He’s here, come with me.”

Dad became euphoric to hear that name and the both the men went off towards their own gang, leaving me there at the entrance.

Well they had their own ways of enjoying a party, as I had my interests. With a devilish smirk worn on my face, my eyes began to scan the decorated hall filled with guests.

My eyes landed on a lady in black, perfect and beautiful to be precise. Moreover she was already eying me every now and then. With a smile I walked towards the bartender completely acknowledging how to lure my prey.

I sat there and ordered a tequila shot. My view was perfect from there, I could see everyone in the hall immersed into different activities of their own taste.

I sipped on my drink and glued my eyes on her. You know a passionate eye contact is always a good start.

I smiled at her to which she was responded back to me elegantly, toying with her hair strand and winking in my direction.

I ordered another shot, a champagne this time. In that brief moment I bagan to ponder upon her V-shaped neckline, extremely fit dress which was showing off her every nerve.

Her face was caked in make up, a dark one with maroon shades which gave her a sultry appearance. Well I didn’t care about that when her body was so sexy and delectable upon imagining.

I swallowed my shot down the throat in a single gulp and began continuing my eye contact again. She was responding to me and I was enjoying that flirt play.

When my gaze suddenly slid behind her, on that woman !

She was gorgeous, heavenly and classy. The first thing that hit me was “Whoa!”. Rooted there across the table she was feasting on rice and gravy, odd to my experiences regarding women. Talking to her friend she was laughing wholeheartedly.

I felt like a spring breeze brushed my cheeks gently. Her smile was so perfect in those lightly pink tainted lips. She was wearing a blue gown, neither so nude, nor so covered.

She had chocolate brown hair with golden stripes, black diamond eyes which formed a slight scar near her left eye when she laughed. Beautiful facial features, she was indeed some goddess to me which blew my mind in just seconds.

Something hit me hard, A CUPID’S ARROW? Something unusual bit me as if a sweet poison within my body began burning.

I wanted to have her.

My heart began to flutter.

I wanted to taste her.

Touch her.

The Casanova in me began to come out.

Mr Michael caught everyone’s attention through mic and gave a small speech. After that the music and dance began.

Without wasting any more minute I walked towards her. Passing through the previous woman in black, ignoring her existence and with a smile I reached towards the goddess.

“Can I have a dance my lady?”

I cleared my throat and asked her gentlemanly. I knew she would not turn me down. Just confident because of my looks as I ever had been.

For a moment she stared at me while holding the spoon. Her black diamond orbs took my heart away and began to dance merrily.

Flabbergasted by my request she did not replied. When her friend shook her by elbow.

“Azlaan he’s asking, girl grab your senses.”

It was my first success to caught her name that instant.

“Oh yes, sure.”

She smiled again and that was a million dollar one I would say honestly.

And we walked towards the middle of the dance floor. I stretched my hand out to which her gentle creamy skin touched. I felt a wave in my body like a current, not in my lower abdomen as I was expecting but in my heart.

As it skipped a beat perhaps. It did not occurred before, never mind we both began to sway along the beat of the romantic music.

“So Miss, Azlaan?”

I wanted to talk, befriend to pave my way. And perhaps after that….

“Azlaan Amber to be precise.”

She told her name in sweet voice. That wasn’t made up like women do, speaking in a certain flirting manner.

“Quite an unusual name, unique.”

I complemented, to which she replied proudly.

“Yes it symbolizes a Lioness.”

Well even If you would ask me, that meaning suited her well. She was not like a barbie doll despite having soft delicate looks. Something was there hidden there in her personality which made her seem strong.

“Oh that’s so great.”

I swayed her along in a round circle while holding her one finger. And after a complete one circulation, held her tightly around waist. With a jerk she was close to me.

“So all by yourself?”

Her breath became fast and was brushing over my face. We never lost our eye contact, which was so mesmerising.

“No, with my parents.”

She smiled nervously because of our closeness.

I loved her that act. It was so natural, I took a liking to every single bit about her and watched closely how she behaved.

“No. I mean for someone special to accompany?”

I chuckled at her answer and innocence.

She bit her lower lip slightly,not in luring way and tip toed. I heard her whispering in my ear.

“No one here is better than you, Mr?”

She was being naughty. I decided to go slow. She was tempting me in every way, indeed a temptress without knowing.

“Indeed no one can be better than Ambrose Lorenzo, Miss Azlaan Amber.”

I hushed to her proudly.

She chuckled as while dancing I lowered her silhouette and for some seconds we stayed like that. Her neck became bare to my sight, defenceless. My urge to kiss her rose unintentionally I placed my lips on her skin. A tingling sensation circulated throughout my body as I touched her soft milk skin.

I lifted her up in my embrace again. She did not say anything but simply smiled. I decided to savour the moment so we kept on staring at each other. I studied her features thoroughly.

Mr Michael announced that the cake cutting session and we both went across the gathering. The little kid was in her mother’s arms as the couple cut the cake.

Claps echoed in the hall. Azlaan was standing opposite to me across the table. But her eyes were glued on me as mine was on her. We both shared some sort of unsaid feelings.

Father took me to meet his topper friend. But time to time my gaze slid towards her and to my happiness every time I caught her staring at me.

The birthday bash ended and she was about to leave. Some strange emotions overcame me and I rushed towards her, grabbed arm and uttered impatiently.

“Any contact, Miss Amber? I think we can be friends.”

Honestly I knew I only wanted her in my bed nothing else. She slipped my hand away, again leaned closer to me, bending forward and whispered with a challenging smile.

“Go find it yourself, Mr Ambrose Lorenzo.”

And she walked out, before plopping in the car she turned and waved me a goodbye.

I responded her with a genuine smile as a sign of accepting her challenge, and she drove away.

I got bitten by something because my whole body was burning and blood was gushing fast as I fell for that lovely temptress at the very first sight.

The poison of love was now running throughout my body as I was ready to surrender and die of this heated venom !