Chapter 9

🎶 Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel

Love your imperfections every angle

Tomorrow comes and goes before you know

So I just have to let you know 🎶

- Bazzi ft. Camilla Cabello - 

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#Luke's POV

I am in awe.

I never knew a girl could look this beautiful in the dim light of the backseat car. The way she silently looks outside the window with her fingers clasping around each other on her thigh, so graceful. The street light outside illuminates her face, highlighting her beauty. Those soft stray hairs that wrap around her face add a cute touch to her calm aura. And my jacket looks fantastic on her; it feels like I own her, though temporarily. 

Everything around her makes her look more angelic. 

Everything about her captivating me. 

And here I am looking at her like it's the first time I see such a beautiful creature. She takes my breath away just by sitting there.

I am only human; I can't deny her. 

The air is filled with an unknown tension, and I can feel it crawling on my skin. She really affects me in a way that makes my brain spin in bewilderment. My attraction level to her is beyond crazy; it's staggeringly closer to being a creep. I don't even know what triggers the awakening on this side of mine. 

Is it her smell? Her soft smile? Her clear eyes? 

My eyes flit back to her again in a casual manner, acting like I'm not just watching her like a creep all along. 

Is this how a creep feels when they watch someone they are obsessed with?

I don't f**king know. I have never felt this way before. All I know is that she's here, and I want to know everything there's to know about this girl.

Before that, I need to get a grip and stop staring at her like a creep. For the first time that night, I try to pull my gaze away from Jeanette. And to distract myself, I speak to my driver, aka bodyguard, my best man all around.

"Call Gale. Tell him to swipe the area around the apartment once more with the other guys. Make sure no paps lay hidden around." I turn back to Jeanette after I've seen Dan nod his head briefly and turn to call Gale through his in-ear earphones.

She looks at me with a questioning gaze but says nothing. I guess she's too shy to ask anything. Cute.

She's totally different from any girl I've met before. They're all fighting for my attention just for clout. They'll grab anyone they can with their claws and suck their blood dry. What a fucking dracula. 

"It's just a precaution. Don't worry about it." I assure her, but mostly myself.

She just smiles at me with that innocent look and understanding in her eyes. She's truly magnetic. I feel lucky that I get the chance to meet her tonight and get to know her better. Hopefully she feels the same way.

I know better than anyone what will happen if tonight's date leaked to the public. Who knows what kind of hell we'll be getting through, more so her than me. I don't want her to be out under the scrunity of the public's eye and get shredded to tiny pieces with their toxic mouth under the pretense name of 'fans'. She doesn't deserve that kind of hell.

But like the bastard that I am, I want to be with her for a moment longer. I want to talk to her and enjoy a night together, just the two of us, not in the goddamn private room club.

I know it's selfish of me to drag her with me, but I'm really desperate, and I'm willing to take a risk for a date with her. 

All I can try to do is make sure that she's covered from the paparazzi. 

Alex better do his one job right. He's the one that annoys me to go out every time, and now it's high time he pays the price. 

I know my bandmates are going to tease me like hell for this tonight, but I don't really care. None of that really matters to me anymore. I'll just enjoy my time with Jeanette until she demands to go home tonight. Or tomorrow, that's okay too.

Fuck, it's more than okay. It's going to be fantastic. Out of this world. 

Thinking about her spending the night with me got my groin stirs like crazy. The image of what I could do to her flits through my brain like a broken record, and I can't help but groan in dismay. F**k. 

I'm glad that we're inside the dimlit car because I wouldn't want her to see my bulging, half-hard dick. If she ever finds out about what I'm thinking right now, I'm pretty sure she will stop the car, say goodbye and never to see me again.

I'm such a sick pervert. I feel guilty to even think about her in that way, when all she does is sit there looking like a pure and innocent angel. 

I shift closer to the edge of the car, afraid that my hands will do something inappropriate. 

I want to make this right. I want to treat her right. 

Will you let her go after tonight?

If you're asking me, I would definitely answer in a negative. Hell no. 

I want to make her mine if she'll let me. But if she doesn't want me to, then what can I do?

The thought of not being able to meet her again after tonight sent my heart palpitating in pain. On the contrary, I don't want to force anything on her and hurt her in the end. 

Hundreds of scenarios flash through my mind, and not one of them sounds okay to me, not even close. Ugh, this is confusing! 

I bang my head to the window to divert my thoughts anywhere else but her, although I don't think that's working nicely.

I can feel her presence, I can smell her sweet fragrance, and my mind keeps going back to her. This is insane. 

"Are you okay?"

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a/n:

He's definitely not okay kekeke "ψ (｀∇´) ψ