A chance *

When he finished almost devouring my lips and stealing my air. He even squeezed my butt hard. What the… 

Anyway, I felt a piece of my makeup fall off. I don't know how I allowed it but the kiss had become too intense and wild by the end.

"It looks like your skin is falling off," he told me with a smirk. "You're a witch."

I looked at the gelatinous part of the madívula that had come off. I didn't know if I could put it back in its place.

I could only look at the man angrily.

"We better get going," he whispered in my ear. "I can take you to..."

"No need, I was already planning to leave with Vin," I told him and pushed him away immediately. I had no plans to do anything else with him.

I saw him frown. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?"

"Is he your boyfriend? The fiancé you told me you had."

"That has nothing to do with you," I pushed but the man looked like he had focused on growing his muscles these past few months. "Let me go, you and I don't have anything else to say. I already made it clear to you, go with your girlfriend... or girlfriends, I don't care."

"I don't have any girlfriend."

"What a jerk, then find yourself another girl to annoy."

"Eva, I don't have anyone to bother, only you... you're the only one."

"I don't believe you, I already told you I saw you with a girl."

"She is not my girlfriend."

"I wasn't either, you seem to like flirting without strings attached," I smiled sarcastically at him. "Well me too, but since I have a fiancé now, I don't want him to be upset by…"

"You love him?"

"What?"

His eyes turned red, almost like that day… I felt a bit of danger in his sight. That look had a touch of murderous aura that barely let me breathe.

"Tell me, do you love him?"

"I don't have to answer that," I pushed him but he had me against the wall again. His eyes started to analyze me carefully and deeply.

"You don't love him," he said and cupped my chin. His voice seemed to contain a bit of happiness, even the dangerous glint had dimmed to give light to a bit of gentleness.

I dodged his hand and pushed him again. "I don't love anyone, and maybe I'll come to love him with time. At least he respects me and is kind to me... please don't come any closer."

"I can't promise that," he took me by the waist and hugged me. "Eva, I love you."

I felt him sigh on my neck.

"I want to be with you."

He was trying to seduce me again, with his tone, with his soft, sweet voice. But I wouldn't believe him anymore. I don't have time for these things.

"Let me go," I whispered. "Don't make me hate you."

He pulled me closer to him but released me after a few seconds. His eyes seemed to beg me to give him a chance.

"I'll show you that you're the only one, just give me a chance."

I should turn him down for good. I opened my mouth trying to find the right words, but every thought that came out of my mind, cold and dry, broke with every beat of my heart. It was a torment.

"I..."

"Please," he took my hand, caressing it tenderly. I don't know why, but I wanted to believe him. "I only ask that you let me prove to you that I am sincere. I... I have never felt this way for anyone..."

If he continues he will melt me. Damn, this isn't me, it shouldn't be me.

When I was about to answer and perhaps tell him yes, the balcony doors opened and two people entered.

They seemed to be looking for someone.

"You..." Ian spoke first, in his usual dry, cold tone.

He looked handsome in his sleek black suit, but just as arrogant as before, with his square glasses. He came with another person, I didn't recognize her, but she looked like his assistant. He hired another poor slave. What does he have against this one?

"You're Eva Cote," Ian said, trying to sound less arrogant. "And you..."

He looked at Thunder and wrinkled his brow.

"I'm David Parker," Thunder replied.

Ian looked at him strangely for a moment, then turned his head to look at me. "I was searching for you Miss Cote, I have come to propose a deal... Mr. Parker, can you leave us alone for a moment?"

It sounded like a question, but it was actually an order. Thunder didn't move.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lark, but Eva will not make alliances with anyone," he answered for me as if he were my guardian or representative. How bold.

"Is that true?" Ian looked at me firmly and coldly.

I didn't want trouble. "That's right, I have also said that I will not participate in this contest."

"Can you swear to it?"

"No," I replied looking into his eyes. "Everything can change from one day to the next. But... I must inform you that Mr. Peter Lark has ordered me not to join or ally with any of his grandchildren if I decide to enter the contest."

I didn't mind lying, I would never team up with those arrogant idiots anyway, they would most likely try to manipulate me into doing all the work.

As far as I know, none of them have been successful in their ventures... except for one, but I don't know him well, he's my uncle's son, Asher.

His company was also very mysterious, and he started it from nothing. Without interference from his father or grandpa. I only know that it offers private security but there is no more about it.

It doesn't matter, at the moment I don't care to know.

"Is that all, Mr. Lark?" Thunder asked in a dry and cold tone.

Ian only looked at him, turned around, and started walking back to the event, but before leaving he turned to see me. "I think I'll see you more often at school, Miss Cote, I hope we'll be good friends."

I nearly threw up, now that he couldn't have me on his team, I think he was using his other technique, cajoling delusional youngsters. But I am her sister, by blood. I'm about to vomit from the idea.

"Not necessarily, Mr. Lark," I told him, trying to cover my mouth so my disgust didn't show.

"We'll see about that. By the way, your makeup is falling off."

He came out and left us alone. Damn, I forgot I already had half a jelly jaw out of me.