Sinister yet beautiful

Garcia's POV

When I said that, I noticed a slight smirk on his face; he was staring at me admirably. I was expecting him to kiss me with his juicy red lips, but to my surprise, he immediately stood up and left me on the ground. I was stunned at his actions; I couldn't utter a word, but my mouth was wide open.

"You should have helped me at least, as a gentleman," I said. He stiffened at my words as he stopped walking. He turned to look at me, and it was clear that he was surprised at my words.

"If you know who I am, I guess you will think twice before you mention the word gentleman," he said. His voice was hoarser, and he sounded slightly terrifying. I gulped hard; my heart was beating so fast, and I needed time to get a grip on myself. He started walking away without bothering to ask where I came from or how I came about.

I can't help being fascinated by his long hair that managed to cascade down his back. "Am I in heaven?" I asked curiously, like a baby who is curious to know about him. I know very well I'm not in heaven, but I just want to get him to talk. He stopped walking and turned to look at me; his gaze was stern and cold. I gulped, and I almost regretted saying that, but I was still curious about him. "Does this look like heaven or hell on earth?" he stated more of a statement. I could see splitting hate and resentment in his eyes, but he immediately changed his expression before he continued walking.

I don't know why, but I can't help that feeling that this angel in front of me has been through so much in life. So I decided to keep quiet because I didn't want to be on his bad side. He immediately stopped walking to look at me. "Why are you following me?" He asked.

"I... I don't have anywhere to go," I voice out with a trembling voice.

"Then what made you think that my home is any less safe?" He asked, his voice sounding more like he was amused by my actions.

"I don't think so, but I just hope so. I hope that your house is safer because staying here in the forest without a family, without a pack... I'll end up a rogue wolf." My voice ended up trembling. Then a frog leapt on me, and I screamed and yelped. I didn't know when I had landed on Mr. Angel, and I had already wrapped my hands around him.

"I'm scared... please help me, please," I found myself begging. He ended up laughing so hard, his laughter sounded like music to my ears. I have always hated reptile frogs; they scare the creep out of me and make me feel restless. "Since you can jump from such a high place and you are scared of frogs of all creatures," he mocked in between breaths of laughter. I turned to look at him, and that's when I noticed how close I was to him. I could almost perceive his deep, muscular scent, and his blue eyes bored into mine. My heartbeat accelerated, and my breath hitched.

Whenever I look at those eyes, they remind me of oceans; they are so deep and beautiful. My cheeks heated up, so I immediately let go of him, not to heat the moment.

I immediately adjusted my dress while I adjusted my throat, and I started walking away.

I don't want to look at him right now. I almost cursed for embarrassing myself to this extent.

What was I thinking to have thought about jumping on him like that? I continued walking, but then my eyes widened when I remembered that I didn't even know where to go, so I turned back to continue following him. I was shocked to see that he was already at a far distance from me.

I immediately ran after him to catch up with him. "I thought you had found a home. I almost let out a sigh of relief, because I won't want you to stick up with me like a koala," he said to me. I drew in a deep breath; my heart was beating so fast, so I decided to keep a very safe distance from him. I kept looking down, and the flash scene of how I was so close to him and how he had stared at me—the thought alone made my cheeks burn. "I can see you blush more often," he said as he kept walking.

I immediately closed my face because of the embarrassment.

Then he stopped walking and turned to look at me. "Are you sure you want to go with me?" He asked, his gaze was deep and intensifying, and it gave me goosebumps. "I know I'm being too clingy and all..." I trailed while fidgeting with my dress. "But unfortunately, I…I don't have anywhere else to go, and I don't know where to go from here. My life is in danger if I let go of you," I added.

His gaze softened, but unfortunately, he surprised me by yanking my hand and bringing me closer to his hard chest.

"Look, lady, I don't know who you are, and I'll advise you to leave and find somewhere more secure because I would be a danger to you," he said, his voice so deep and masculine. He tried to sound good and domineering, but his eyes were saying a different thing; his eyes showed more about his insecurities and how he hated the way he had become.

After long, uncountable seconds, I can feel so much heat emanating from his body. With a frustrated sigh, he immediately let go of me and turned to leave. I stood there; I decided not to follow him. I didn't want to go with him since he didn't want me to follow him. But then I heard his voice resonate, and it elevated my spirit.

"Why are you standing there? Did you now have second thoughts about coming with me?"