Chapter Twelve: Silver Hair

The room was once again filled with silence as both I and that silver hair boy stood there looking at each other.

I finally realized that my heart was beating so fast that it was nearly about to pop out of my chest.

My hand was clutching the hem of my jumper tightly as I tried my very best to not succumb to the hard icy gaze of the silver hair guy.

He was handsome, to be honest, very handsome. Of course, his beauty was accompanied by a five-ten or five-eleven something height.

His persona shouted that he was one of those cool and bad boy kinda person, probably the leader of their group.

If Mark was fire then the silver hair appeared pure ice. They were in direct contrast to each other, however, I could bet that both of them were equally dangerous.

The silver hair stepped closer and it immediately made me step back. I could not help it. I was not some cool kid who could take anything and everything.

Rather, I was someone who could not stand her own shadow, her own past, and her own history.

I was not afraid because I had never dealt with a bad boy before in my life, rather, I was afraid because I had dealt with enough bad boys in my life to know that they had the power of shattering me into pieces.

"I-I'm sorry. I n-need to leave."

I hated that my voice came out cracked. But I had no time for reprimanding myself for that.

I just wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. To get as far away from the boy as I could.

However.....

"Ah! Why in so hurry? I have a few questions for you. Just answer them and I'll let you go immediately. I promise!"

He had a twinkle in his eyes which only made me scared of him even more. Nonetheless, I nodded my head in reply.

As long as I could get away from the room and the boy, I was ready to answer his questions if I could.

"Perfect! Alright, so what is your name?" He asked the first question.

"Emilia," I replied without much emotion visible in my voice.

I could tell by his expression that he was waiting for me to tell him my surname. But I kept quiet, not even looking at him.

"Emilia..., such a nice name. What's your relation with Mark Alessandro, Emilia?"

This time he didn't waste his energy on pretending to be nice. He asked exactly what he was dying to know.

I had no idea how to reply to his question. Should I tell him that I'm Mark's sister?

But if I remembered it right, the bodyguard said that this boy and Mark had problems with each other.

My mind was suddenly filled with so many questions that it almost made me felt dizzy for a second.

I watched as the silver hair took a step closer to me. I was about to open my mouth in fear to say something when the door of the room flew open with a bang.

The next thing I knew, the silver hair was pushed away from me and I was staring at Mark's back.

"Stay away from her!"

Mark's voice came out sharp and deep as he probably glared at the silver-haired boy who was now smirking.

"Why? Who she is? Your new fuck toy?"

A gasp left my mouth as my ears registered the words of the silver hair. My hands immediately found their way to Mark's arm as I clutched his shirt in a tight grip.

Probably the horrified and disgusting looks on our faces gave him the answer to his question.

"Her relation with me is none of your business, Sullivan. You better keep both your eyes and hands away from her." Mark said through gritted teeth.

A smile appeared on the silver-haired guy's face. His eyes were trained on me and it started making me even more afraid of him.

"But what if I want to make her my business? What if I want to steal her away from you? What will you do, Alessandro? Huh?"

The mockery and challenge were clear in his tone as he gave me a last stare before turning to look at Mark.

Mark's hand found my fingers that were clutching his shirt tightly. He pulled my hand away from his shirt and took my hand in his own, closing my cold fingers in his warm ones.

The shock must be evident on my face as I stared at the large hand which was holding mine carefully.

"Aww, come on baby. If you want someone to hold your hand you can always come to me. I can hold more than just your hand." The silver hair said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Fuck off, Sullivan. We are not really free to waste our entire day here on you."

Mark gave a last firey glare to the Silver hair before pulling me towards the door where the harpy was already waiting for us.

I could not help myself from turning around to look at Sullivan. However, the promise and challenge that I found in his eyes as he stared right at me, left me even more confounded.

We came out of the building and this time I was made to sit in the front even though the harpy was about to make a scene on that.

However, one glare from Mark, and she immediately changed her tactics as she plastered a fake smile and gave him a flying kiss before making her way towards the backseat.

Of course, in the middle of all this, I also received a gift from her as she passed me a deathly glare before shutting the door.

We dropped the harpy at the same cafe from where we had picked her and then we headed towards the Alessandro Mansion.

The silence that was present in the car throughout the journey was making me feel more and more afraid.

I was just waiting for Mark to start shouting at me for causing problems even though we both knew that I did nothing wrong.

However, what happened next was completely different.