Chapter 15 - Caught A Trace Of Elijah (1/2)

The third point of view:

Marcel was getting bored to death, this was not the type of party he envisioned. Nothing was interesting about it, not to mention the fact that his fiancée fed him with the sight of her stealing glances at her lover, Luther.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Of all people his father could pick out as his fiancée, it had to be this barbie doll. There was nothing about Clara that turned him on because she was conceited and obsessed with her self-image. He preferred women who were a bit defiant - like the girl he had met today - it was fun to conquer them.

He cursed out when he thought about that girl again; the thought of her was becoming like a poison infiltrating every part of his senses. Maybe, he could see her tomorrow and check out what was so interesting about her?

God, what was he thinking? He had to stop this before it was too late.

”Hi,” A voice interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up to see a blonde looking at him with lustful intentions.

Oh yeah, women - except his fiancée - have the hots for him. If only he desired Clara just a tiny bit, their married life in the future would have been a bit endurable. Unfortunately, it was obvious that there would be no wedding night between them, he would have to get his gratification from someone. And unless his father intervened, Marcel was sure he would be raising a bastard son from another woman to carry on the legacy of the Luciano family.

Marcel glanced over the blondie and turned away. He needed a redhead, not her. So he said to her without even glancing back, ”I'm not interested,”

The smile on the blonde's face vanished and she scowled at him before hissing and strode away.

Marcel chuckled, why do women take rejection so hard? It was quite unfortunate he had even been polite.

He snatched a champagne flute from one of the passing waiters and gulped the whole thing down before taking another from the tray as the waiter stood to serve him. If he was going to survive this party tonight, he had to be high.

He was on his last glass when a voice said from his side, ”At this rate, you'd get drunk before the party ends,”

”You'd be surprised at my level of endurance,” He answered without even looking at her.

”If that's the case, then you're my type of man,” she claimed.

Marcel then turned to look at the lady intent on flirting with him and a smile crossed his lips, ”And you my dear, is an angel sent to earth,” Yeah, an angel sent to cure his itching prick at the moment. Thinking about that redhead made him uncomfortable.

But there was no need to suffer because stranding right in front of him was a redhead he had been desiring tonight. It seems the universe loved him so much to have answered his prayer.

”And you are quite a sweet talker,” She smiled, batting her eyelid at him and hugged herself such that her boobs were popping out from her bra.

Marcel was satisfied with that gesture, he wouldn't have to struggle with this one. But then he had to be sure as he disliked pretenders, ”So tell me, do you play games?” he made use of sexual innuendo.

”Well,” she took a step forward, ”That depends on the game you play,” purred the redhead who he hadn't even bothered to know her name.