Skyla’s palms all went sweaty and she could feel more heat rising to her face. She must have turned into a tomato by now. But as they say, curiosity killed the cat so she stupidly nodded her head in his direction while biting her lower lip.
To contain his amusent at her keen little self Zyair averted his gaze from her and focused on the pole dancer. A faraway look crept up in those azure eyes of his.
"All this doesn’t excite , the seductive postures, the nudity, the coy smiles, they don’t affect . It’s the innocence that holds the true beauty," his words shook Skyla and the respect she held for him deepened a layer more.
He continued:
"Everyone thinks I don’t notice how Amber always tries every trick in the ’Book of Seduction’ she must read at night."
Skyla couldn’t hold herself anymore and burst into loud laughter, throwing her head forward she laughed to her heart’s content and Zyair joined in. They laughed for half a minute before Skyla’s eyes began to water and she chortled.
"I guess everyone forgets you are a guy after all."
"Obviously. Just because I don’t let them touch doesn’t an I don’t see what they do to get my attention."
"Like they say. The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest." Skyla finally straightened up.
"So that’s the opinion ladies hold for . I am a forbidden fruit," he asked with amusent dancing in his eyes. His gloved hand strumming the armrest.
"Pretty much, yeah!"
The server arrived with their drinks and neatly placed them on the table.
"Anything else, Sir," he asked.
"Can you dim the lights in this area and close the curtains? I would like to enjoy my drink in peace." Zyair wanted this drink and also to keep her company.
"Of course!" The server did as he was told.
Skyla didn’t feel any nervousness creep up on her when curtains were drawn and lights above them went out drenching them into slight darkness. She turned her face away so he could take off his mask and enjoy his drink like a normal person.
"I hope I am not making you uncomfortable. I will get it done quickly and we will draw the curtains back," he assured her.
"No issues, Sir. Take your ti." Skyla sipped on her iced tea. It was cold, intoxicating and refreshing. All the combinations, she loved.
They relished in the feel of their drinks and each other’s company while sitting under thumping music and dimd-out lights. It was like a heaven of their own and Zyair wished for nothing more in that mont to have her in his arms soday while sitting like this.
When earlier she was lost, Zyair knew she must have been thinking about Mirage. Even his thoughts had wandered there. He hated going to clubs now, they held no aning, no pleasure for him. Places like these had scraped away the pieces of his soul. Those he would never get back.
And yet when Lawrence insisted and Skyla showed interest in going as well, he couldn’t deny them. These two were very important people in his life, people who had dragged him out of chasms of depression. Even though they didn’t know of it, especially Skyla.
Finishing his drink, Zyair put the mask back on and pushed back the curtains, letting the place flood with light again. He noticed that Skyla had ended her drink as well.
Before he could ask for more, Lawrence trotted over to them like a happy child.
"This place is so fucking dope," he clapped his hands together, the excitent flashing on his face.
"Language, young man," Zyair reached out and pulled his ear.
"Ouch! Ouch, ok, ok." He quickly apologised and Zyair let him go. Skyla giggled at their banter.
"Miss Skyla, you want to do shots?" Lawrence asked with expectant eyes.
"Boss, will you be the judge who wins? The winner gets a treat from the loser. Deal?"
"It’s a deal." Skyla’s drinking prowess had turned rusty over the years and the last ti she did shots, she ended up sleeping with a stranger but right now she didn’t care.
Zyair had his arms crossed against his ripped chest, watching two of his subordinates throw everything to the air and he knew he would have to babysit them again.
"I will get tequila, just give five minutes," Lawrence exploded in excitent and ran off.
"I love his energy, so very enthusiastic," Skyla remarked, fixing her hair.
Zyair’s presence had spiked interest in the ladies present at the club. He was getting quite a few stares and inquisitive looks. His tall stature, those larger-than-ocean eyes and overall mystical persona made the ladies slightly weak in the knees.
And that three-piece he wore was acting more like a magnet, pulling them towards him. Skyla had begun to notice the whispers and stares. They thought she was with him because they had been sitting together and had drawn the curtain for a while too with lights dimd out.
It sent a very wrong ssage because they didn’t know why the curtain was drawn.
One of the bolder ones finally mustered up enough courage and with her friends cheering her on, Skyla knew this was stirring up trouble.
She confidently began to amble towards them on her spindly legs, her chest jutting out as if she were trying to entice the male species. Now her eyes were focused on Zyair as she flipped her raven hair back and pouted her glossy lips.
Skyla readied herself, the nearer she drew the faster Skyla’s heart would beat and she didn’t even realise when she got up and stood between the approaching Siren and Zyair.
"Excuse !" The approaching girl tried to get Zyair’s attention who was very keenly observing Skyla’s actions.
"He is taken," Skyla waved the back of her hand in front of the lady so she could see the ring resting on her finger.
"Oh!" All excitent deflated like a balloon from her face and with one final disappointed look she returned to her horde of friends.
Skyla’s actions were prompted by a will to protect him as he did her.
She turned around to find Zyair’s gaze holding such flickering emotions.
"Miss Skyla!" There was this hint of surprise and hoarseness to his voice.
"Did you just defend my honour from an approaching danger?" And it llowed down to amusent and playfulness.
Skyla clicked her tongue and shrugged her shoulders.
"I might have, as your guardian angel, it was my duty."
And she left him slightly stunned with her words and actions. She had taken his words from the texts last night, seriously. Too seriously it appeared.
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