61 He Was Unbelievable
Arianna was awoken from her sleep by a continuous lick on her face. What the hell?
One of her eyes first opened before the other and she glanced up, only to see that it was no other than a cute-looking snow-white chihuahua licking her face.
âGosh,â Arianna was vexed a bit, she had been having a good dream when it woke her.
In that dream, she was with Elijah and they actually had a life together. By having a life together, Arianna meant they had kids â two kids actually, a boy and a girl â and lived happily before the dog decided to lick her back to reality.
And reality sucks.
âWhere did you come from?â Arianna muttered, pulling the dog from her face.
The last thing she remembered was asking about Redhead before losing consciousness. And right now, she was attached by wires to a recording monitor alongside an Iv drip. Who knew he cared so much for her life?
His people didnât.
Arianna found the tag necklace and read, âRedhead?â
.....
âHuh?â Her brows were furrowed.
Wait a minute, does this mean that the Redhead Marcel wanted her to meet was a dog? What the hell was wrong with this guy? Moreover, the dog didnât even have a red spot on its body, why name it Redhead?
This man Marcel was confusing her more and more.
âNonetheless, youâre a pretty little thing,â Arianna broke into a smile, running her hands through its furs as the dog leaned closer to her.
âIâm glad you like him,â A voice said from behind and Ariannaâs hands froze at once, her back stiffening. She hasnât even heard him come in.
She slowly lifted her gaze, her green eyes staring into teasing gray ones. Marcel looked carefree as usual with his devil may care attitude.
âWhat do you want from me?â Arianna asked immediately, she wanted to get this over with, âBecause if itâs about Elijah, then trust me, youâre in for a loss. I would never tell you what you want to know.â
âIsnât it too early to start the interrogation? I was hoping that we could at least get to know each other first of all,â Marcel said to her astonishment.
What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Arianna was dumbfounded. She had thought Elijah was shameless, but that was nothing compared to Marcelâs.
As if that wasnât enough, he sat down on the edge of the bed and that made her shift back. She didnât exactly trust him, not after what his people did to her. Marcel was a predator and she was prey.
âHow do you feel?â He asked, surprising her once again. But Arianna would not let her guard down, this was nothing but a trap.
She knew what Marcel was planning, he wanted her to lay down her defenses around him and when it seemed as if nothing would happen, he would then strike where it hurts the most.
So Arianna snorted, âAs if you care?â
âI do care, Arianna. You would be surprised how much I care,â He said so softly like a whisper down her soul and she would have been entranced by its charm if she didnât know who she was dealing with.
âYouâre a monster, Marcel,â Arianna told him, quite surprised at her bravery.
She was sitting face to face with Marcel, the man who shredded her happily ever after at the airport; the man whose people almost tortured her to death. For him to have such power and resources, Arianna finally came to the conclusion, Marcel was in the Mafia.
âDonât monsters deserve to be loved?â
âWhat?â Arianna was stunned by that question. By the way, when did their conversation move in this direction?
âIn every story and fairy tale, the good ones always have their happy ending. Why does no one write about the villains? We, the villains, are the reason the plot seems interesting in the first place yet no one tells of our contribution nor creates our happy ending. Whyâs that?â
By the time Marcel was through with his question, Ariannaâs jaw had already dropped to the ground.
Marcel was weird, really weird.
While she was supposed to be afraid of him, she couldnât help but compare the fact he looked like a curious school kid while talking.
She said to him, âI donât know what youâre talking about? Moreover, Iâm not a storyteller. Perhaps, if you still want an answer to your question, you should schedule an appointment with any of the best-selling authors out there. Iâm sure they would your questions correctly,â
Their gaze held once again and for a moment, they didnât say anything, just trying to gauge each otherâs reaction and intention. But something strange happened.
Marcel suddenly bit on his lips and Ariannaâs gaze followed the gesture and it turned out to be a mistake.
At first, it had been an innocent staring, her eyes couldnât help but go there. However, her gaze couldnât help but observe Marcelâs lips, it was pouty and looked soft, supple, and kissable â what the...
Ariannaâs face burned with embarrassment upon having such improper thoughts, but when she saw the smug smile on Marcelâs face as if he saw through her, she understood at once what he did.
âGet out!â She yelled, outraged. Her heart monitor began to beep, having sensed her heart rate increase significantly.
âWhere to my lady when this is my room?â He smirked and the red tint in Ariannaâs face increased. Only that this time, it wasnât just embarrassment, she was angry.
However, as much as Arianna wanted to hit him, she couldnât. If that evil woman could almost torture her to death, who knows what their leader, Marcel is capable of doing to her. So she bore the anger in her heart while praying Elijah was safe wherever he was.
âYou should have let me die,â Arianna hissed and his face distorted at once as if he couldnât stand the thought of that.
âWhy should I let a beautiful woman like you die, it would be a huge loss to the world,â Marcel said.
âStop calling me that,â She warned him.
âMia Bella, why shouldnât I?â he retorted, a teasing smile on his lips.
Arianna shut her eyes close, she didnât know which one was worse. His teasing smile or his flatterings that pissed her off so much. How could someone be so irritating?
With that anger, she shot back,
âBecause you donât have the right to call me that. You kidnapped and brought me here where your people almost killed me. What gives you the right to -â
âShhh,â
Arianna was surprised when he cut her off by pressing his finger against his lips â thankfully, it wasnât her lips.
âBefore you heap down the accusations youâre more than willing to lay on me, letâs go down memory lane, because if I could remember, you were the one who stole from me first,â He reminded her.
âYour life wouldnât have been intertwined with mine if you had kept your pretty little hands to yourself,â He added immediately, âAlthough I do like your hands on me, the only disadvantage was that I didnât feel them until you were gone. Perhaps, the next time, you go a little slower. I donât really mind,â
Was he flirting with her? Arianna had to blink twice to confirm what she just heard wasnât part of her imagination.
Unlike before when she was scared, Arianna crawled closer to Marcel till they were on the same eye level, their breath mingling together.
Arianna tilted her head, whispering into his ears, âYou are sick. And trust me, the only time you would feel my hands on you is me crushing your balls,â She threatened.
However, Marcel laughed instead, it was a deep melodious rumble in his chest, âOh honey,â He was back to holding her gaze and Arianna didnât back down from the challenge.
He said, âI like it hard,â
Ariannaâs eyes widened, a blush creeping up her face, âOh my God, youâre unbelievable!â She panicked.
What kind of human being was he? Must everything he says allude to sex?
Her reaction was so cute that Marcel couldnât help but burst into laughter. She was so innocent and there were a whole lot of things he wanted to teach her. Or maybe he just craved to paint her soul black, only then would a monster like him get his mate.
Mate?
How funny?
âAs much as Iâve enjoyed my conversation with you, duty calls,â Marcel said, standing up to his feet.
âYouâre leaving me here?â The question slipped off her lips unintentionally.
Marcel smiled, âYou seem too eager to spend time with me,â
âKeep on dreaming,â she rolled her eyes.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Marcel put his hands in his pocket only for his brows to furrow while Arianna looked the other way.
âThe keys, Arianna,â He demanded.
Arianna sighed, why did he find out so soon? She had no choice but to pull out the bunch of keys from beneath the sheet. She had slipped it from his pocket earlier when she leaned closer.
She tossed it towards him and Marcel caught it.
âQuite a good skill you got there, itâs quite unfortunate that we donât be spending much time together,â
That question made Arianna turn around at once, âWhat do you mean by that?â
But Marcel wouldnât answer her, âBe a good girl and donât even attempt escaping, Arianna, I would always find you. Also, I named the dog after the color of your hair,â He informed her.
âMarcel!â
Arianna tried to go after him only to be held back by the wires attached to her body and before she could look up, Marcel was gone.