73.2- Fairy

Deciding to razz her, when her eyes parted, I vanished from her sight. Taking a long path to follow her trail from behind. I stood behind, she was searching for me throughout the party and I asked, startling her, "Are you going to avoid me all the time?" Gasping inaudibly, she turned to me, pressed herself against the pillar. Tensed shoulders, widened eyes and rapid breaths. Noticing her gestures was amusing. With my smirk growing wider, I took a step closer, hovering over her to block her view so she could only notice me. "I am still waiting for the request too." "Did I creep you out? Are you doing this to mock me?" She asked, not removing her big bright eyes from mine, my heart thump. I wanted to evoke more reactions. ‘Don't look at me like that. I am not used to witnessing such innocence.' I thought. My heart skipped a beat. I wanted her to stop, to not stare into my soul, to stop making my heart race but since I had locked my words away. I decided to uphold my facade. "Who knows?" Clicking my glass against hers, I gave my glass to hers and took hers, finishing it in one go as I walked away. After a month of complete scrutinization and gathering of my thoughts, I reached the final conclusion about Eileen- "I want to marry Eileen Lior. Go and send a proposal to her." I would marry her, keep her imprisoned, do whatever I want and then kill her in the end after I would be done. It didn't mean much or was in-depth. It wasn't and it shouldn't. Devils are not the builders of homes; they break them- our would too. "What!?" None of my family members preferred my proposal. "Her Father is looking for suitors. Send a proposal." I shrugged nonchalantly, using my phone. "Are you kidding me? You and marriage? When was the last time you kissed a woman?" Father asked, not liking my idea in the slightest. "I have to get married one day and I want her to be my life partner." "Don't think too much, Father, he would definitely become bored of her and kill her in the end or break up. Let him fulfill his little experiment." Ruben called, they all considered it a joke. They thought I was not fit enough to carry out a marriage which obviously pissed me off and now I would show them too that I could stay in my marriage and fulfill my deepest desire simultaneously. ‘What about my fairy? Well, poor soul. Her loss.' Since they didn't know our real work and considered us businessmen, they agreed to the proposal. I mean- I was ‘swoon worthy'. Thrilled, I finally came to see my future partner who didn't dare to lift her gaze. We were alone, she was showing me around her place. Noticing her features, I stood behind her, asking faintly. "Are you still not going to look at me?" Nibbling her bottom lip innocently, she turned to me. An adorable pout came to her lips as she leaned against the wall, not lifting her gaze. "Are you taking revenge?" She asked innocently and it augmented my thrill. My heart pounded hard before her exculpation. What a catch. Shrugging my shoulders, I smirked wickedly, taking a step closer, "Who knows?" Forming her lips in a thin line, she straightened her back, pessing herseld harder against her wall. She was nervous, timid in my presence. Placing my one hand across her head and other in my pocket, I hovered over her, indulging in the blush which rose to her cheeks. Forcing the lump in my throat, I called the name of my future angel, "Eileen-" My heart skipped a beat. It sounded euphonious on my tongue. Her breaths stopped, putting her hand in between she shook her head in denial. "Don't. Don't say my name yet. My heart cannot handle it. It feels weird." Her innocence was testing my patience, it was murdering my heart slowly but I controlled myself. It would be worth it eventually. "You are too innocent, you know that? I could tell at one glance and your innocence has compelled my heart." Murmuring, I shifted her hand down my index finger, leaning to her ears. "And I love caging what attracts my heart." I whispered seductively, contemplating her each gesture. From her shiver to hurried breaths. It was her first time after all. Pure nervousness, countless worries, the decision of lifetime- all wrong yet so euphoric. "I think I am going to faint. Give me a moment to breathe." Gasping, she pulled away, leaving my vicinity, walking away, resting her hand on her heart to regain her senses. I chuckled at her demeanor as if it was her first male interaction. She had male friends, a boyfriend too- so what if it was in college. 'I guess I am so swoon worthy that you couldn't control it." I teased her, bringing a frown on her lips. 'Are you going to bring it every time?" 'I won't if you don't want to." I shrugged. 'Then don't. Please. I don't want to sound like a creep." She mumbled, leaned against the wall like me. 'Yes, Madam." We both turned our faces to each other. "Well, sadly, your Father said that according to your family's tradition, I cannot meet you till marriage." Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders. I hated this condition deeply but I had no choice. She chuckled, averting her gaze and I began to observe her. She looked arresting. She dressed so bewitchingly for me. Just for me. "We can call. I want to know more about you. But, I have a feeling we would get along well. I mean, who wouldn't want you-" Her voice was melodious, how beautiful her cry would be. I wanted more of her. I would love to break the image she created in her mind of me. She would realize I am not what she imagined. She would soon realize she made the biggest mistake of her life. Noticing my intense stare on her features, she paused, tugging her hair behind her ear, lowering her gaze shyly. "What?" "Nothing. You are making me feel what I never did before." I replied honestly. She made me feel strangely satisfactory but I considered it my first physical attraction. I mean, she was the first woman in my life. It was natural, right? Nothing deep or great, right? "Really?" She asked in disbelief. I nodded casually, straightening my back. "Yes. Can you call my name before we go back and join others?" I request politely, offering her my hand. Smiling gracefully, she took my hand. Calling my name when I kissed the back of her palm, "Sebastian." God, it was heavenly. I wanted her to call me again. Call me over and over again. "Much better than I imagined. It confirmed that my name sounds perfect- as if it was made for it- for your lips." Smirking, I unwillingly let go of her hand, going back. "Your talks are misleading, you know." She smirked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion but only in amusement. I chuckled at her keen glance, waiting for my reaction, "I know." Everything went how I imagined and planned. She agreed, before I knew it, she became my fiancée. If this wait wouldn't be worth it, she would gain the worst outcome. I placed incredible efforts to make her mine, I wouldn't let it go to waste, into nothingness. "Are you truly going to get married to her?" Joseph asked, knowing I was going too far this time. "I don't know. If she acts well, she will live, if she doesn't then I will have no use for her." I hummed, shrugging my shoulders, washing my bloody hands. "As long as I get the chance to taint her soul, I am fine with everything-'' Stopped mid sentence, my phone rang as Eileen called. 'Your Madam is calling, take care of it. I will be back," I called, motioning them to take care of it while I talked to her. They were taken aback but since I had taken this responsibility, I must fulfill it whether I want to or not. Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath, picking her call.