In the story of us, hate was just the prologue, and we're left wondering about the chapters yet to be written.
-Unknown.|A L E E Z A|In the middle of the vibrant chaos of this party, my eyes locked with his. The man in front of me was the actual embodiment of captivating masculinity. His brown eyes, deep and rich like the finest chocolate held a quiet allure, cloaking the mysteries and secrets, untold.Dark rampant hair framed his face in a way that whispered of his rebellious charm and nature. His nose, elegantly pointed, added a touch of rectification to his rugged charm. His chiseled jaw, chiseled with such precision that it seemed sculpted by the hands of an artist, making every head turn to him, twice, in appreciation.His physique was nothing short of magnificent, he stood out in the crowd of college students. He was huge, definitely huge than a college student as he claimed to be, by being present in this party.He swirled the content in the glass in his hand before taking a final sip of it and putting it back to it's place on the bar table, his gaze now on me, his whole attention and focus solely on me as if he is trying to find out something . An expression passed his face quicker than I could say expression, one I could not understand."Yes?" He asks, his voice coming out calm and composed as if he has practiced the words hundred times before speaking out. And, if he did, it does shows.Unlike, most of the people here, he was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, yet, he defied convention, resembling a Greek God, amidst the revelry. I observed him, a little more than before and then again, a little more. My heart raced and my mind swirled with a mix of wonder and desire."Hey," I greeted him again with a bright smile, trying to break through his icy demeanor, "I am Aleeza." I added, introducing myself.He did not bothered looking at me, again, he just raised an eyebrow. His expressions remained stoic and disinterested. The bartender served him with another drink, I saw the red liquid in it.Red wine.The man in my sight took a sip from the glass, his expressions not wavering a bit as he said, "Do I need to know that?"Rude.This was the rudest response I have recieved to a simple, heart warming greeting that meant no harm. I do not know what it is about him and the lack of emotions on his face, but I let his first rude remark slide.I continued, undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm and trying to lighten the tight air around us, "It's considered polite to introduce yourself when someone says hello."His lips twitched, but in a mocking smile, swirling the red wine in his glass he said, "Politeness is not my forte." The way he replies to my every statement annoys me. How can one be so good looking and so fucking annoying?I leaned against the bar counter, my eyes not leaving his face while he did not bothered to look up from his drink as if it is the most important thing on the earth right now. "But, one can try." I say.He shrugged, simply. Bringing the glass of drink to his lips he dragged a long sip of the liquid before he said, "I do not try things, I don't care about." His careless and I do not give a fuck attitude has started to bother me, annoy me so fucking much. But I am better than that. I am known as the calm person in my family with all smiles and hug, so, I try to calm myself down."So, what is your forte?" I ask him, a silent mocking in my tone as I added, "Silent brooding and drinking expensive drinks?"He finally glanced up, his brown eyes giving a hint of amusement twinkling in them. I tried not to let his mesmerising eyes fuck with my nerves but it was hard. When I say he is beautiful, he is not the good face shape and better nose kind of beautiful, he is beautiful like the moon that shines in the darkness stealing all the attraction.His gaze darkened, something in his demeanor changed but he was quick to mask it with his stoic expressions as he said in a casual yet dangerous tone like hiding the secrets of ruining an entire world, "Among other things." There was nothing casual or simple about those three words that he spoke. There was an underlying thought, something he did not wanted to give away yet could not stop himself from speaking about.And, it irked me. It irked me that he opened some sort of puzzle to me but with no pieces of it in my sight. It made me curious, and, curiosity always led to one thing, danger.I would know, I learned from my brother Lorenzo and the woman whose curiosity got him involved with a man as dangerous as Lorenzo Ace Russo."You know what, Aleeza?" He said, stretching the sentence, my name rolling of his tongue like it was always meant to be said with such ease and thought, "You look quite pathetic craving my attention while I am clearly not interested." He taunted, his eyes on me while mine burned with the rage that took hold of me right in this moment.In that moment, something in me snapped. I could not tolerate his mannerless and rude ass any longer. Without a second thought I grabbed the glass of red wine from him, half full amd glistening in the vast light and flung it towards Jake's swan like white t-shirt.The wine splattered across his chest, staining the fabric a deep and angry crimson. His face expressions were a mix of both shock and anger, his face contorted with rage. But before he could retaliate or kill me with that murderous look in his eyes, I turned on my heels and disappeared into the swirling crowd of people dancing on the floor.The music pulsed through me, drowning out the bad moment I just shared with an annoying asshole in this splendid party. I felt a mix of jocundity and relief as I lost myself in the rhythm, the lights and the dancing crowd. It felt good to be free, to stand up for myself instead of letting my family take charge of my situations. I had stood up for myself, today, refused to be belittled by a man who seemed to relish in his arrogance.As the night wore on, my mood got a bit better. Though, I have never seen that man and hope to never again but still something inside me says that this was only the beginning. We had started our relationship with a clash of egos, his sassy remarks and a splash of red wine, while, I am known as a woman who loves peace despite the environment I have grew up in.The seed of hatred between us had been sown and I had a feeling, this hatred is only the beginning and much more is waiting for me.I just wish, I don't loose myself in it.I just hope, I don't regret anything later.I've met enough people to know that genuine kindness is a rare gem, and I can't help but question its authenticity. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|The crimson droplets from the glass of my drink painted my pristine white t-shirt hideous art and fiery rage boiled within me. The rage clawed at my insides, eager to consume me whole. The audacity of this girl who dared to profane my attire and humiliate me in a room full of foolish people. The red soaked my t-shirt and I bawled my fists, in an attempt to calm myself down. My gaze fixed ahead on dancing crowd where she disappeared. I remember her. I remeber her from the night in the forest, the darkness that surrounded us while her eyes shone with rebellion was a little hard to forget or ignore. Beneath the surface of my anger, an ember of amusement smoldered. She is a little too brave and feisty for her own good. But unlike me, there was not even a hint of recognition in her eyes. It was not su
Embrace the beauty of spontaneity; sometimes, the most meaningful connections are born from chance encounters. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I woke up to the soft caress of sunlight spilling through my bedroom window, its gentle warmth cajoling me from the depths of slumber. As I slowly opened my eyes, the hazy memories of last night's party began to unravel. My honey blonde hair lay scattered across the silk pillow, a ruffled testament to the wild festivities that have unfolded. With a dopey stretch, I reached up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Amidst all the memorable memories of last night party, one memory made me annoyed. Those pair of brown eyes danced in my mind, their arrogant allure impossible to ignore. I remember the chaotic and arrogant conversation that happened between the two of us, driving me to the edge of annoyance, so much, that I end up ruining his white t-shirt by the stain of red wine, like a painting on a blank canv
Hating someone's flaws can be the first step towards understanding and eventually loving their complexities. -Unknown.|A L E E Z A|Dressed in a crisp white t-shirt that highlighted his muscular frame, accentuated by a black leather jacket draped casually over his shoulders. His black jeans clung to his legs, as he stood there, ahead of us with cross legs. This man, right here, had an undeniable rugged charm, with his disheveled dark hair that seemed tk defy gravity. His piercing gaze exuded an air of ignorance, his disregard towards the world. "What are you doing here?" The man beside me, Lev, questioned the man who is the center of my sight right now. "Just thought of having brunch together." The man with chocolate eyes, answered, his voice comparatively softer than the ignorant one he used with me last night. He kept his whole focus on the man with me, his eyes not wavering even once. There was not even a hint of recognition in his
He was everything I despised, but, he also became everything I could not resist. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|After the whole day, I returned back to my luxurious apartment, the lonely luxurious apartment. The bustling streets outside seemed alien, and the empty rooms echoed with the solitude I had chosen. I missed my family, their warmth, their laughter. Most of all, I missed my brothers. I don't think there would be a day where I won't miss them. I settled onto the couch unable to shake away the feeling of loneliness that washed over me. The apartment, though cozy, felt strangely empty without the comforting presence of my family.I checked the time in my phone amd realised that Elena, my niece, must be sleeping right now. So, it would not be the best time to call my eldest brother, hence, I decided to call, Lorenzo, my second eldest brother. The phone ringed twice before he picked it up, his voice laced with concern even before I uttere
Beware the devil in a man's disguise, for he'll lead you to the darkest of surprises. -Unknown.|K I R I L L|The forest lay before me, a vast sea of towering trees that reached towards a moon shrouded in wisps of cloud. The sound of dried lips churned under my feets with each step taken forward by me. Keeping the mask on, I continued my steps towards my destination. The moon, a mere sliver in the obsidian sky, cast its pale light upon the gnarled trees that stood sentinel in the darkness. My footsteps were measured, each one taken with purpose and unwavering resolve. Fear was a foreign concept to a man of my background, a world where danger lurked around every corner. I moved with the quiet confidence of one who had faced far greater threats than the enigmatic woods that surrounded me. The tangled underbrush reached out like ghostly fingers, but I pushed through, undeterred. Each rustling leaf and distant hoot of an owl were mere distractions, background noise in the grand symphon
Blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with. -Paulo Coelho.|A L E E Z A|Other people's days might turn bad, but my life is going awry. I have no idea how I consistently manage to immerse myself in the worst of troubles. It's like an unwanted talent that I possess, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get rid of it."Are you okay now?" Lev asked me, and if someone were to see the concern on his face, they might think I was on my deathbed."I'll survive," I replied with a playful smile.No matter how many problems life throws at me, I can never forget this person standing in front of me, with so much worry in his eyes.Tonight, Lev came to my apartment again with dinner. He mentioned that he doesn't like having dinner alone, and his older brother, who is egoistic and arrogant but somehow a good broth
She walked into the future, blissfully unaware of the storm that was brewing on the horizon. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The morning Kirill walked through my door, I knew I was in for a week of pure torture.As he arrived at my doorstep, I couldn't help but notice how different he looked from his younger brother. Where Lev was warm and easygoing, he exuded an aura of reserved confidence. He had the same striking dark hair, but his chocolate brown eyes held a perpetual glint of indifference.When I opened the door of my apartment, he walked straight inside like he own my fucking house, not wasting any time with pleasantries."Hello to you too," I gritted through clenched teeth, my voice laced with sarcasm while barely concealing my irritation. Stuffing his hand inside the pocket of his jeans, he surveyed my apartment with a critical eye, which made me hyper aware of the way I live. Things are messy. The boxes of pizza are lying on the couch
I'm not a possession to be handled, I'm a person with my own boundaries. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I quickly slipped on my sneakers and tiptoed forward. Once I ventured outside, I closed the door quietly and began trailing him.Kirill was completely clad in dark attire. In his hand, there was an object that caught my attention. But before I could discern what it was, he suddenly halted. My breath seemed to escape me, and I felt as though I was in the presence of a creature rather than a human, and if I caught his gaze, he'd do away with me. Before he turned to look at me, I hid behind a tree, holding my breath.I placed my hand on my chest, waiting for what felt like an eternity. My heart raced with the intensity of a thousand drums. After a few anxious minutes, when the sound of his advancing steps reached my ears, I dared to peek out. I had silently applauded myself and stealthily shadowed his every step.I couldn't fathom where he wa