Just A Kiss
"I am going back inside the club. My party people are calling me." Ava hung up the call with a loud squeal. Arabelle shook her head. She would never change. She walked into the bathroom, undressed and then had a shower.
When she came out, it was no surprise to her when she saw a pair of night wear on the bed. She changed into it quickly before going downstairs to the living room where Asher was before she had left for the room. She thought it was time for them to finally talk about the process of her revenge plan.
She was surprised when she got to the living room and there was no sign of Asher. She looked around, and when she saw a maid passing by, she stopped her immediately.
"Where's Mr. Roth?" She asked the girl. She had blonde hair, which was packed in a bun. It fitted her small face perfectly. Her hazel brown eyes stared at Arabelle with an unknown emotion.
"He's in the garden." The girl bowed and then stood there awkwardly, waiting for Arabelle to say something. "Take me there." The girl nodded to Arabelle's words. The walk to the garden was a long one. They passed by a swimming pool, different trees and then a statue.
The statue interested Arabelle more than she should have been. The rays of the moon fell across it coupled with the lights that surrounded the whole area. There were two people who were sculpted.
One was of a man standing, his eyes wide in a kind of demonic way and the other person was a man kneeling, with the standing man's hand around his neck. Arabelle didn't have the time to analyze more since they were walking a little fast. The girl who was leading the way finally stopped in front of a gated sort of place.
"We are here, ma'am." The girl announced as she turned to look at Arabelle. "What's your name?" Arabelle asked to which the girl replied. "Isabelle."
"You may go." Upon Arabelle's command, Isabelle bowed one last time before heading back the way they came. Arabelle looked at the gate in front of her. She pushed it open and her eyesight filled with a marvelous site. The garden was made in such a beautiful way, with each flower having its own section.
She walked towards the red roses and plucked one out. Then, she sighted Asher's back in the distance. His solemn back was a stark contrast to the vibrant and pure energy she was feeling from the garden. She tiptoed to him, suddenly feeling naughty.
She wanted to give him a good scare. She made sure her steps were light and when she finally got to him, she jumped up and screamed right beside his ear. To her disappointment, the man's back didn't show any movement like he flinched. At this point, she was certainly sure that this man was a log of wood.
He turned to her disinterestedly. "What were you planning to do? Give me a scare?" A teasing grin appeared on his lips. Arabelle cleared her throat awkwardly. Her hands went to her clothes, brushing off invisible dust from it.
"I should have known you are a solid block of ice." She pouted and Asher's eyes travelled to her lips. "I have decided the...." He trailed off which got Arabelle wondering what he wanted to say.
"The intimate thing I want is....A KISS. On the lips." Arabelle felt as if the life in her had been knocked out by the wind. A kiss? This man must be joking, right? He had better be joking. As if knowing what she was thinking, he said. "I am not joking, little bunny."
Arabelle choked on her spit. Which kind of man was this? Their relationship was meant to be strictly professional. "A kiss?" She stuttered. Of all things, he asked for a kiss. Was a hug not intimate enough? Or even a peck on the cheek?
"Won't a hug do, Mr. Devil?" She blinked cutely, hoping to entice him with her charm.
The man simply shook his head in response. A hug? Never. He wasn't a kid who needed hugs.
Arabelle swallowed forcefully. She had no choice. Why did she have to break condition 3? This man could have chosen to remind her but he chose to act like a devil he was and purposely let her forget. Wicked!
She sighed before breathing in and then out deeply. It was better for her to do this now. She would never ever stay out till after 7:30p.m again. 'You can do this. It's just a kiss, right? You are not going to die after kissing him, Arabelle. Do it and get over it. You have to talk about your revenge plan.' She motivated herself inwardly.
She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, rising on her toes. He bent down a little and then....it happened! Their lips collided with each other. Arabelle's eyes widened when she felt how soft Asher's lips was.
His lips moved gently against hers as his hands wrapped around her waist. Was this how to felt like to be truly kissed by someone? Was this how a kiss felt like? She and Ryder had kissed in the past but she never felt like this. The jittery feeling in her legs, the pounding of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach.
What was this man doing to her? Her arms tightened around his neck, making them press together as if to mold them into one. Their lips moved in sync with one another gently. Asher finally broke the kiss after a while.
Arabelle gasped as she struggled to get in air. Her fair face turned red when she realized what they had just done. Asher stared at her with an amused expression in his eyes. Arabelle's eyes met with his silvery gray ones.
She didn't wait to see if he wanted to say anything before bolting off at high speed. One would think she had suddenly gotten superpowers.
Asher smirked. This place would surely be more interesting with his little bunny around.