You had been seated at a café in St. Petersburg
you were on holiday and you had always wanted to go to Russia with your 3 best
friends; Sarah, Steph and Ali. They had wondered off after you told them that
you were just going to go down to café and read your book. You had been seated
at the table sipping on a vanilla latte. Every now and then you would look up
and your eyes would catch on an attractive boy, with emotionless ice blue eyes,
sandy blonde hair and from what you could see from the glimpse you had caught
was that he had stubble on his cheeks as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of
days. You continued to ignore him and even swerved in your seat every now and
then. You zoned back into your book, King’s Cage it had come out just over a
month ago and yet you hadn’t even reached halfway yet. You looked at your watch
and realised you had been sitting here for roughly a couple of hours and
decided you should probably leave. You paid for your latte and look at the
emotionless boy still seated at the back of the café. You looked back at him
and his eyes met yours before quickly flicking away to his mobile phone. He was
a strange one.
You spent the rest of the day going in and
out of book stores and clothing stores. Let’s be honest you probably spent a
little more then you wanted too. As you were entering the hotel you were
staying at you noticed the emotionless boy at the receptionist desk, surrounded
by 3 other boys, one with spiky out their coloured hair and pale skin. The boy
next to him was caramel coloured with dark chocolate brown hair. The last boy
positioned next to the emotionless boy, he had sandy blonder hair as well but
it was longer and his skin had a sun kissed tan to it. You had realised you had
stopped and were starring and you noticed the emotionless boy starring right
back at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. From here you could see he had a
black lip ring, it looked good. You gave a cheeky smile and walked towards the
elevator with your bags. As you turned around you saw all 4 boys were staring
at you and then the emotionless boy. You leant forward and clicked your floor
number. Number 11. You pulled out your phone and looked down, going to type something.
The doors began to close and were inches from shutting when a hand shot through
stopping them. You gasped in surprise and dropped your phone.
“didn’t mean to scare you?” the male voice
“no, it’s fine” you said leaning down to
pick up your phone not bothering to look at the intruder.
As you got back up and looked to the rugged
man standing next to you, your breath caught. The sandy blonde hair boy, with
the ice blue eyes was standing next to you. His leather jacket fitted snuggly
to his body. You backed up on the wall, so you were facing him directly. You
thought this would make it less obvious to your starring.
“on holidays?” he had his hands locked in
front. The elevator door just closing.
“yep, you?” you dropped your bag massaging
“one could say that, just a bit of
shopping?” he smiled at me.
“just a little bit” you loved the way he
sounded. The way his words ran off his tongue. “I like your accent” you smiled
“its Australian if you were wondering” he
let his fingers go and slowly walked over to you.
“ah you’re from down under” I attempt at a
joke, was enough for us to laugh. He had reached you and was leaning close to
you. His eyes would glance to your lips and yours to his. You watched as his
hand came close to your face. However, you were wrong. You heard the soft
click. Of him pressing the floor number he was headed too. Number 12. Just
“penthouse, huh?” you said losing the
breath you didn’t realise you were holding.
“I like the view” he said starring into
“bet you do” your voice came out fairly
seductively something you were unaware of achieving.
He smirked and leant back on his heels. You
heard the soft click of the elevator doors opening. You looked out. Your floor.
“do you need a hand with your bags?” he
“no need Hercules.” You picked them and
walked confidently out of the elevator.
“if I’m Hercules, you must be Meg.” He had
his hands held behind his back.
“I may be a damsel but I am not in
distress, I got this handled have a nice day” you were totally aware that you
had done the quote wrong.
“you aware you go that wrong, right?” he
“I know. Just hurry up and go do your hero
thing” you winked at him.
“I’ll see you later” he smiled and the door
closed. You were aware that you probably bit off more then you could chew.
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