Page 10 of Owned By Frank
I cannot master heels because of the force with which I am pushed and I just fall clumsily at someone's feet. My hair goes forward and my knees hit the tile as well as my elbows. With both hands I pull back locks of my hair to direct my gaze upward.
I am amazed to see who occupies the chair. My heart begins to beat wildly as I admire the beauty of that guy.
God, what book did this boy come out of?
He doesn't look at me instead. His gaze is only focused on the other young man who has not left his post at this time. He is still standing and serious.
I look again at the boy sitting in that imposing chair. A slight smile is drawn on his beautiful face.
- Ich bin zurück bruder (I'm back, brother.) - speaks the dark haired man who stands.
They both look at each other with smiles until the guy who is a few inches away from me looks at me again.
- Und sie?(And her?)
- Sie es ist für dich bruder (She is for you, brother.) - the dark one answers again.
The guy looks at me with a frown, he observes me with disinterest. His blues are deep and penetrating, his look is so serious, as if he were hiding something. His manly features are firm and imposing. He wears a formal suit. His hair is perfectly combed but still keeps a wild look that suggest he is more dangerous than what he looks like. Everything about him is too appealing, but there is something I cannot help but see... that look that is difficult for me to decipher...
Those piercing blue eyes look at me again and examine every part of my body.
I remain on my knees.. I don't dare look away, it's as if he orders me not to.
- Is it amerikanisch? (Is she american?) - from the tone in which it is heard, I guess it asks a question.
- Nicht, sie ist eine italienerin ( No she is an Italian.) - answers the dark one.
- Hat eins exotische schönheit (She has an exotic beauty) - her hand takes my jaw and examines my face slowly.
- I have chosen her personally for you
- Es ist wunderschön (She is beautiful.) - says the guy who still holds my jaw, his smile makes me uncomfortable, he all makes me uncomfortable.
- She's all yours... - answers the brunette.
Both look at each other seriously. Everyone here looks at me as if I were something from another world. Their lustful looks bother me so I act without thinking.
I stand up in one go and fix my hair, if you think you're going to see me this way you're very much mistaken!
I let out a sideways laugh and here it comes...
- You think you're so intimidating that you give yourself the right to look at me like a fucking worm? What? You think I'm going to shut my mouth while you two talk in a fucking language I don't know? What did you think?! I want to go home right now! I'm not a fucking toy! - Everyone is stunned by my reaction - you! - I point to the brown guy - who do you think you are?! Buying me?? What era do you think we're in? - this time I'm walking towards the guy who's sitting down. I stand in front of him and point my index finger at him - and you! You think you intimidate me, I'm not afraid of you, am I yours? Please, I don't belong to anyone! - I come even closer to him to be the one who intimidates him - I don't belong to anyone, much less to a damn fool who can't even do his own shopping...
Everyone sighs in disgust as they look at the scene in amazement.
Did I offend you?
The guy sitting there puts on a little smile. I look at him with a defying look until he finally decides to stand up.
His body rises slowly, he stands in front of me. I blink countless times as I see how tall he is compared to me. I instinctively recoil at seeing myself so small, I have a perfect and better view of his anatomy.
He is muscular and the suit he wears fits his figure perfectly. His hands have endless tattoos that only make him look sexier than he is. Did I really say that?!
He smiles at me from the side, looks at me as if I were something less than he is. Then he looks around and smiles and can't believe what I said.
- I didn't hear you correctly, repeat...
Hearing his voice leaves me frozen, it is deep and hoarse. Everyone laughs at his comment which makes me look at him irritated. He puts one hand in his pants pocket while the other covers his lips. I am sure he is laughing at me.