A Chanced Encounter 4
This voice....this voice....yes, this was the same voice, the source being Zsadin's biggest nightmare in life. It made her head jerk up, an action which didn't go unnoticed by Caleb, but given the rough voice his uncle's accent also was noticeable so he ignored it.
Brandon's rough voice echoed across the café. He has become old, remarked Zsadin and his vocabulary has got cleaner, almost no swearing. But apart from his deceiving appearance and behind those groomed words was a personality full of bitterness and corruption. The man in question stood up and greeted him. "I am fine, uncle. Just didn't expect to see you here", laughed Caleb.
"If I hadn't rushed here, you would have slipped out again. It is quite hard to see you now", Brandon was disappointed.
"I am extremely sorry for making you wait. It is just thatI always have meetings to attend and plots to visit. I cannot abandon my work, right? Schedule has become very tight and I am getting busier day by day", he was embarassed, but Brandon just laughed.
Zsadin was getting bored of this harmonic chatter. She didn't care about this handsome specimen her eyes set on only Brandon.
Then she saw him going towards the restroom. She sipped her last gulp of coffee and followed him inside.
When Brandon rushed into a cubicle, she patiently washed her hands. Just when he come out she staggered against him and he caught her.
"I am sorry, I just slipped. Did I hurt you?", Zsadin almost ached to punch him across the face but kept her countenance calm.
"Ah, it is alright, but your body is weird, you should work out", laughed Brandon.
"Hahaha, you have got quite a humour", Zsadin almost sounded awkward and went outside. She went towards the table where the bill was already placed. She paid it and was about to head outside when she bumped into someone taller than her and was about to fall down when a hand encircled around her waist. And immediately, Zsadin reacted. She dropped her bag, circled the person and blocked his arm. She caught his other arm and with her right hand hit him on his throat. But the person blocked her arm encircled Zsadin while holding both of her hands in hostage.
"You have got nice moves, but they are not enough", Caleb's voice sounded deep and low in Zsadin's ear almost sending her in a trance. But she recovered in an instance, she backlashed at him, freeing herself and showered punches at him. Caleb blocked all of her hits when a black suited man attacked her and she hit him with his head resulting in her wig getting scraped off her head.
Caleb and the men just stared at this forbidden beauty. Even the café's staff couldn't help but look at her with admiration and awe.
Her long black hair flowed like a waterfall following the movements of her head. Those pitch black eyes threatening to drown Caleb in them, she fought with his men like a tigress who had stayed a long time in hibernation.
His men attacked her, protecting their boss at all costs and when she had tackled half of them, Caleb motioned them to stop. Zsadin also stopped her actions, expression calm and eyes darting everywhere to find even the slightest bit of motion.
"We won't hurt you, but we also cannot let you go. Follow us", a man who was wearing a similar black coat called out to Zsadin.
"And why do you think I will follow you?", Zsadin replied in her original stern voice, a smirk on her lips. And Caleb got butterflies in his stomach.
Even that goddamn smirk is threatening!