LOST IN HIS EYES

I have swallowed all of the liquid in my mouth, so I am not even sure what I am desperately trying so hard to force down my throat. I just feel like I have to do something in this situation, but since I can't bite my nails due to the fact that he has kidnapped my hands and busied himself in unleashing some of his magic on them, my mouth suffers as a result.He is extremely egotistical. So he believes he is irresistible only because he is dangerously hot? I won't dispute that he has an attractive appearance, quite a charm - irresistible and direct turn-on. But I find his brashness and drinking to be very repulsive - a complete turn-off!


"Both," I mutter.

He cocks an eyebrow as if no one has ever admitted to him that he is irresistible. "So, you admit that you find me hot?" His breath tickles my nostrils as he speaks, but I resolutely resist giving in to his allurement.

"Of course, just as I am aware that you deem me attractive. But appearances are quite deceiving, Mr. Almeda." He releases his hold on my hands and moves away from my face, allowing his eyes to rove over my features as if he can see through my skin.


A moment passes with nothing being said. He is taking every single second to cruise his eyes around my face, and I am giving him all the time in the world that he needs to find whatever he is searching for on my face.

"Did that hurt?" I inquire after realizing that he might need eternity to complete his search.


"Not really," he starts, and rests his eyes in mine as he adds, 'I have just come to realize that you really are attractive when you are not acting weird."

Shit! Attractive and the way he is boring his eyes in mine are not a good combo. I briefly averted my gaze.

I amass a little breath to stabilize myself. "You are the weirdo one here, Damian," I finally admit to him, dragging my gaze back to him.

He cocks his head, and eyebrow, "Really? And how am I weird?" He urges while keeping his arms crossed across his chest and paying close attention to what I have to say. As if it really matters!

Whether it does matter or not, words are itching my tongue and I have to let them flow out. "In every single way. In contrast to the flirt and haughty jerk right in front of me, the Damian I see in your eyes is divergent. You will have to excuse my choice of words because I just state things exactly as they are. I lack the ability to be diplomatic." I state.

"And when you speak your thoughts, you look absolutely smoking gorgeous. I would honestly urge you to act in this manner always," He mumbles, leaning in again to the point of brushing my face mid-table.

The way he softly murmurs is just so fascinating. But I know he is just being a flirt. The other side of him.

I pull back a little. "Did you even hear what I said about you at all?" I ask.

"I took it all in," he says, nodding his head as he searches my eyes once more, 'Tell me, though, Ellie. When you look into my eyes, what version of Damian do you see?"

I turn crimson as he maintains his serious demeanor and a cold but soft gaze at me. I am fully aware of what he is doing. It is the other side of him being dominated by the flirtatious jerk side. He is taking advantage of the perils that his demeanor exudes, especially these unfathomable pools of the ocean of fire that have the power to instantly consume you beyond acclaim. How many poor souls has he hypnotized with his beauty? How many women have fallen victim of his allure? Well, I can't possibly ask him that and I may never know it either, but I know that Ellie Marie will not be added to the list.

Not me!

And since I don't trust myself enough to play this game too, I better avoid delving into his trap. I might regret in the end. "I am not susceptible to your allure, Damian. Your hot looks won't charm me, so, no. I am not doing this," I say and begin to get up to take the leftovers to the kitchen, but he grabs my hand and forces me to again smack my butt against the seat.

The hell!

"I am not kidding, Ellie. I am serious," he says, sofly that he wins my warmth this time around, 'I am curious to know what you think. I swear that I am not up to any mischief or dirty games," he draws us closer, too close for my liking, too close to his bewitching features for my sanity. 'Look me in the eye and tell me honestly what you see," he states, sounding dead serious and icy as always.

Forget the bold Ellie, this one that is staring through Damian's eyes right now is a weak Ellie because I am shaking and sweating at the same time. I should save myself by saying whatever shit that I have to pour out and break this closure, but all I am able to do is stare deep into his bottomless eyes, my mouth dry as a desert, and my breath blocked in my lungs. The way his thumbs are moving soothingly on my skin is not helping either.

Why the heck does he seem so serious now, eh? And can I do this without getting burned by the flames of this raging fire in his eyes? No, I doubt it. Ooh, dear, me! He warned me, you know? Now see where my big mouth has landed me into- trapped in his arms, lost in his eyes, and drinking in his seductively rich scented pheromones.

"Ellie?" He whimpers, perhaps attempting to snap me from the magic of his eyes.

"Damian?" I murmur his name, my voice so faint and broken.

"I am waiting," he adds, but what do I do if his eyes are pulling me deeper and deeper into their depths? How can I think of anything with everything that he is percolating on my poor self?