The Runaway Lover by Kyzyl Mhy (rocket ebook reader TXT) 📖

Chapter Twenty-Three 

"Take me...and make me yours." said a woman's voice.

Tina stood frozen in her tracks as she listened to the conversation. There was a little noise in the background, but it did not affect the quality of the recording - everything was loud and clear.

"Are you sure about that?" A man's baritone voice was heard.

"Yes..."

"What if you forget, and end up regretting it?"

"You're recording this right?" The woman chuckled. "Then you'll just have to play this to me."

"Make a promise."

"I promise..."

"D*mn it..." The man cursed, then the recording ended. 

Five years ago...

Felix walked his way to the bar counter to order a drink for himself. He had just finished a meeting with an investor when he thought he could use some drink.

"One scotch." He calmly said as he took his phone out from the pocket of his trousers to check if there were some important messages - gladly there were none. After that, he placed his phone inside the inner pocket of his coat and focused his attention on his thoughts.

He then made himself sit on the stool and tried to focus his attention on the carefree ambiance that the whole place was giving off, but he could not, because he could feel that someone was staring at him.

Did those f*cking press people follow me here? He asked with annoyance. Just the mere thought of being followed by the media made him slightly lose his temper. He hates them the most. He understands that they play a vital role in advertisement and information dissemination, but he was never fond of them because of their tendency to spread fake, and useless rumors that destroy and invade privacy.

He then released a deep breath before he brought his fingers to massage the bridge of his nose, and then he noticed something with his peripheral vision so he slightly shifted his attention only to see a woman. He realized that the one who was staring at him was her.

"Staring is rude." He spoke.

Then the woman quickly looked away. "Sorry..." He heard her whisper.

Felix intended to return his attention to his drink but then the woman spoke again. 

"I just couldn't resist... it's my first time seeing such a gorgeous man." said the woman.

Subconsciously, Felix just found himself chuckling because of the woman's words. It wasn't the first time that he had been called 'gorgeous', and he, himself, knows that he's a charismatic man - it's one of the good genes that he had inherited from his parents...

“Gosh sorry... it must be the alcohol.” She quickly withdrew her words.

He already had women run after him to try their luck. Most of those women were supermodels, A-class celebrities, and or daughters from prominent families. But none of them ever gave off a vibe like this woman beside of him was emitting; it was definitely the first time that he had met someone who retracted a compliment.

"You're a first..." He voiced out. "I have never met a woman like you yet," He added before he once again drank from his glass.

The woman raised her head and gazed into his eyes. "I'm not a stalker, okay?" She defended herself. "I was just admiring you." 

"Hmm... really?" Felix teased. 

"Yes! I'm not lying!" The woman replied. "Not because I said you're gorgeous, doesn't mean that I'm your stalker!"

Felix chuckled. The woman was really trying her best to defend herself from an accusation that he never said. 

"If that's what you want me to believe then, fine," Felix smiled then his eyes shifted to the woman's almost empty glass. "Shall I buy you a drink in exchange for that pure compliment?" He offered.

"Why would you buy me a drink?" The woman asked in return. "Is it the other way around? Are you the one stalking me?" She accused.

Felix shook his head and smiled as he shifted his eyes back to the woman's face. Her brows were furrowed while she glared at him, but despite that, she still looked beautiful. Her hair was tired in a low messy bun, and some strands were loosely tucked behind her ear. Then his eyes traveled down from her small almond-shaped eyes, cute pointed nose, and down to her thin pink and glossy lips. He somehow found himself having the urge to crash his lips with hers.

"I like you..." He spoke.

The atmosphere was then filled with slight awkwardness - both of them looked away and focused their attention back to their drinks.

The place was filled with music, however, for both of them, the world seemed completely silent. Tina just stared at her empty glass while thinking of things. The alcohol was slowly getting in her system; she was starting to get drunk, but it did not stop her from trying to figure what his words meant to say. She can't deny that a part of her felt flattered to hear those words come out from a complete - gorgeous - stranger.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked when she turned to look at Felix who was quietly playing with the ice ball in his glass.

Felix tried to contemplate as to why those words came out of his mouth, but the only explanation he could come up with was that 'it felt right'.

"I like you." He repeated. "Can those words mean something else?" He asked.

"I know what it means!" She glared at him. "What I meant was 'why did you say that'?" She asked.

"Because I wanted to." Felix casually replied and shrugged before once again taking a drink from his glass.

Tina's eyes then wandered off to his adam's apple. Why is this man so sexy? He's gorgeous, handsome, and smells wonderful! She said in her thoughts. Felix on the other hand can feel her staring at him, and he can't deny that he was slightly bothered by it. It was as if something unfamiliar was growing inside of him.