Chapter 7

My brows curled in confusion when I saw him smiling like he was happy to be here all tied up, when I stared at him for a while, he cleared his throat and moved his gaze towards the door.

"I am Everhart"

He introduced himself as if we are having a fucking tea party.

This guy is.....weird...

That's when I noticed what he had called me before...my eyes widened a bit...in realisation..."hey little Miss broken heart"....i looked at him, he was still smiling and looking at the door...then suddenly he got up from his chair and that's when I noticed that his hands were not tied up..!!? he was just pretending to be tied up on the chair?, but then again I saw the rope on the floor.

What if he is the one who ordered those men to kidnap me? But then why would he be here with his hands tied up?

I asked myself ...as I started getting nervous, I kept my eyes on him and every movement that he made, I saw him walk towards the bed that was on the further corner of the room, he clicked his tongue in a disgusted tone.

I could feel the air around me get thicker, I started having trouble breathing when I saw him turn around and walk towards me with a wicked smile on his face....but it was totally different from the man with the scar....but one thing was for sure that this man...that was walking towards me at this moment...was a dangerous man...or is that should I even call him?

"Ariane Williams, right?

He asked me which only made my eyes widened even more...he was now standing in front of me, I took a deep breath and nod my head and then i decided to ask him a question.

"You called me Little Miss broken heart before.....,why did you call me that? And how do you know my name? Were you the one who ordered those men to kidnap me? And for what and why? For my body? Organs?"

He only smirked and leaned in forward placing a hand on the side of the chair, he face was so closed that i could even feel his hot breath on my cheeks...but for some reason all of those felt...so familiar...more like his breath felt so... familiar.

"No little moon, I am not the one who ordered those Bastards to kidnap you.....hmm"

He paused for a few seconds and leaned in forward and whispered in my ear...his lips almost touching it.

"But yes.... I do want your body....your soul.... everything that belongs to you."

His hot breath...and my heart beat growing fast....as I felt him lean in even more.

"wha-"

Just when I was about to ask him what he meant by that, I felt his lips on my ear....as he kissed it… Sending shivers down my spine, .... something about his lips...feels so familiar, instinctively... I closed my eyes, I was still tied up to the chair, so it was impossible to push him away anyway, soon I felt him step away from me, I opened my eyes to see his smirk grow even wider...upon seeing my reaction to his kiss.

"It's your fault"

He said as he looked down at me making eye contact, he dragged the chair where he was previously sitting in front of me as he sat down, crossed his legs and rested his elbow on his knees and his face on his hands, he kept the eye contact never breaking it as if he was reading my mind.

"What do you mean?"

He only leaned in forward when I asked him that, he brushed away the loose hair from my face never breaking the eye contact, I only flinched when his fingers brushed past a bruise on my cheeks. I was scared of all the things he could do to me especially when I am tied up on a chair.

"It's your fault for coming into my bar and kissing a random stranger thinking that he is your boyfriend, none of this would have happened if you were to go into a different bar"

He leaned back on his chair, creating a distance between us never breaking the eye contact, it was he was trying to make me hate myself to make me think that I was one of the unluckiest people on the earth or maybe so stupid to get drunk and kiss some random stranger.

"Who are you? And what do you want?

I saw his reaction, upon hearing my question, it was clear that he didn't expect me to ask him that question, but that was one of the things I care less about right now, he smirked again still maintaining the eye contact, I also never broke the eye contact, but that didn't mean that I wasn't scared of him.

"mi Luna, I have already told you that I want everything that belongs to you....that includes you yourself"

He cupped his hands on my cheeks, making my body all tensed up as my eyes widened in surprise, he gently brushed his thumb on my lower lips.

"....and your lips…"

My eyes widened more when I felt his lips pressed against mine, and...it's too familiar...his lips, his touch... instinctively I closed my eyes...leaned in and kissed him back, I could feel him smirked...as he made the kiss even more passionate.

I don't even know for how long we kissed, but soon he pulled away from the kiss, soon the warmth of his lips were gone and my lips already started to miss that feeling.

"It seems like your body remembers my touch and...the feel of my lips"

He said in a deep and seductive voice with small pants, his hands still cupping my cheeks, his smirk kept on growing more and more seeing my reaction, and I have to say that I have never felt like this in my life before, my breathing was heavy as I tried to catch my breath.He leaned back on his chair, it was like he was teasing me by getting close and then suddenly he moves...away from me just when I expect him to do.... something.