Heart of the Underage by Astrid R (best historical biographies .TXT) 📖

my own that I didn’t realise someone asked me a question.

I looked beside me and saw a short man who looked in middle 20’s with a weird hairstyle. His eyes were chestnut brown and he has a small beard on his chin. He was looking at me with curiosity. I looked back at him in the same manner.

“I’m sorry what was that?” I asked.

He shifted his weight on his right foot and cleared his throat. “I said, are you Mr Montgomery’s partner tonight?”

I arched my brow, “Yea, I am. Do you have a problem with that?”

He was taken aback with the tone of my voice, but he quickly pulled it out. “Actually I do-” he started but I cut him off.

“Well, good on you because I don’t, so back off.” I said rudely and shooed him with my hands.

I was holding my glass really hard and breathing rapidly of anger. I hate people who judge someone whom they doesn't know who they really are. But most of all, I hate people who judge or dislike the people I love.

“He’s quite rude, isn’t he? No one likes Mr Bachmann. He thinks that he’s always on the top.” A voice said behind me.

I turned around and saw a breath-taking hot hunk, holding a glass of champagne of his hand while looking towards the rude guy – I guess the rude guy’s name was Mr Bachmann.

The hunk walked beside me and offered me a drink. I shook my head and he shrugged. I looked down at my champagne and nodded.

“Yea, he’s absolutely rude.” I commented.

The hunk stretched out his hand towards me, “I’m Michael Aylmer, by the way.”

I shook his hand, “Gabriel… Gabriella Snow.”

He looked at for a second before looking ahead. “Hmmm… Nice name, though the surname is really familiar.”

I freeze and quickly responded in shaky voice, “You do realised that there are heaps who has 'Snow' surname, right?”

He nodded and rubbed his jawline, “Well, you’re right. How old are you by the way? You look really… young.” He looked me up and down and I felt my cheeks redden.

“Uh… I’m still 18,” I replied looking down on the floor.

I heard him chuckle, “Oh… that’s why lots of guys were looking at you the whole night since you arrive in that door.”

I looked up and he wasn’t lying. I caught a few eyes on my direction and I feel my blood creeps on my neck.

“It’s not that many,” I mumbled.

I saw him shook his head in the corner of my eye, “Yea, well, there are many behind us.”

I turned around and surely, there were eyes making hole on my back. Most of them looked at me like I’m a piece of meat and I felt a shiver ran down my spine.

“Are you cold?” Michael asked.

Before I could answer back, he removed his jacket off his masculine body and put it on my small figure.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

Michael smiled and nodded. My knees weaken and lost my balance but Michael quickly pulled me up by my waist like a thunder. Our face was only centimetres apart. I could feel his normal breathing comes out from his nostrils. His blue eyes were looking at mine intensely. His hands were on my waist holding me tight. I feel so small on his arms.

I feel him leaned closer and I freeze. My heart stop beating and I found myself lost on his gaze. I slowly move my eyes down to his thin and slightly pink lips. His lips looks so smooth and I bet it taste good when it would connect to mine.

His lips was getting closer and closer and I started to close my eyes but soon fly open when I feel a fingers tap my shoulder.

I quickly move away from Michael’s grasp and straighten myself before looking face to face to none other than Carlo Ferrero.

My eyes widen in surprise and my mouth slightly open. His face was neutral but his eyes said the opposite. His eyes were full of anger, hatred and ready to kill. I shook my head and close my eyes not believing what I saw and opened it back. He was looking at me like I did something wrong.

“Carlo, what are you doing here?” I asked, still shock.

“I should ask you the same thing,” he replied venomously.

I flinch at his voice and started fiddling at my fingers. Uh-oh… he is mad. This only mean one thing, I’m in a big trouble.

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