thebeautifultruth
Friday, October 30, 2009
12:23 AM
She watched him through the crowd at the masquerade, the figure standing at the doorway. A simple black mask covered his shadowed perfect, sleek face; revealing only his dark, ardent eyes; his long limbs and well built body covered in a well-fitted black tailored suit; his black hair combed back to reveal his porcelain white complexion.
His posture spoke of arrogance and pride, and his eyes charmed whoever stared into them.
The crowd parted and stared in silence as he entered the ballroom, all around him young girls were giggling flirtatiously, hoping he would look their way, hoping he would reserve a dance for them.
Despite the mask which he masqueraded in, supposedly keeping his identity clandestine, there was no mistake who he was. That angular face, narrow eyes, sharp nose, thin lips and perfect set of straight gleaming teeth.
They could only belong to one person, and one man only.
Aidan Darcy, heir of Amberly. His father, a viscount.
Perfection was his middle name. Seduction was his little game.
He was handsome; no, not just handsome, he was outrageously attractive.
Her eyes trailed him as his long legs strode across the tessellated tiled floor. She froze as he looked up, as if time has just stopped. His dark eyes had shifted to look directly into hers; and she swore it was a smile she saw in those bewitching eyes.
Her cheeks burned as she turned away shyly; those intense sharp eyes staring right into her very soul made her feel like jelly But she knew she couldn't fall for his charm, his spell. No way could she, for she had known and heard of all the broken hearts he had caused. She could not be a part of it.
Yet, when she looked in his direction again, his eyes were still fixed on her, he was walking straight at her. She could feel all eyes on her, silent whispers of gossip all around her. Quickly, she looked down again. No way could he be walking towards her, she told herself silently, why would he? She was not the prettiest girl that night, she was sure.
But she was wrong, in no time, he had closed the distance between them.
'May I have the honour of having you as my partner of the first set of the starting dance, my lady?' He asked, as he bowed. His eyes never leaving hers. His bewitching smile seemed permanent on that angular face of his.
She prayed that her mask was hiding her flaming cheeks now as she curtsied in return. 'Yes you may, sir' She was not going to use his name of any sort, he has no need to know how much she had secretly admired him all these years. So much that she even knew him with a mask on.
He offered him her arm and she accepted it, she knew it was not right, but temptation got the better of her. She felt jealous stares from the girls all around her as he led her to the middle of the ballroom.
'Do you dance well?' he teased, placing one hand on her waist, and the other in her hand. She could feel the well-built muscles hard beneath her hand on his shoulder, the coolness of his hand. His soothing, deep, attractive voice was all she could hear, drowning the sound of the now-insignificant music playing in the background. His eyes were still fixed on hers, she thought she could faint right then, it was too overwhelming for her to take.
She was dancing with Aidan Darcy! The man she had fancied ever since she had seen him!
She felt like there was only two of them in the room, and couldn't help but feel disappointment when the dance had ended.
'So you do dance well,' He said, that teasing smile still playing on his lips.
'I was taught well, I believe,' She replied.
'Yes indeed.'
He walked the few steps between them towards her, so close she could feel his breath against her ear as he leaned closer to her.
'Do you fancy a stroll in the garden after the third set, sweetheart?' His breath was warm. He turned to look at her, a charming, yet so mesmerising eyes looking deep into hers.
Temptation made her nod agreement. And he continued to lean closer to her, and she could smell his cologne.
'By the way, darling, you look splendid tonight.'
His posture spoke of arrogance and pride, and his eyes charmed whoever stared into them.
The crowd parted and stared in silence as he entered the ballroom, all around him young girls were giggling flirtatiously, hoping he would look their way, hoping he would reserve a dance for them.
Despite the mask which he masqueraded in, supposedly keeping his identity clandestine, there was no mistake who he was. That angular face, narrow eyes, sharp nose, thin lips and perfect set of straight gleaming teeth.
They could only belong to one person, and one man only.
Aidan Darcy, heir of Amberly. His father, a viscount.
Perfection was his middle name. Seduction was his little game.
He was handsome; no, not just handsome, he was outrageously attractive.
Her eyes trailed him as his long legs strode across the tessellated tiled floor. She froze as he looked up, as if time has just stopped. His dark eyes had shifted to look directly into hers; and she swore it was a smile she saw in those bewitching eyes.
Her cheeks burned as she turned away shyly; those intense sharp eyes staring right into her very soul made her feel like jelly But she knew she couldn't fall for his charm, his spell. No way could she, for she had known and heard of all the broken hearts he had caused. She could not be a part of it.
Yet, when she looked in his direction again, his eyes were still fixed on her, he was walking straight at her. She could feel all eyes on her, silent whispers of gossip all around her. Quickly, she looked down again. No way could he be walking towards her, she told herself silently, why would he? She was not the prettiest girl that night, she was sure.
But she was wrong, in no time, he had closed the distance between them.
'May I have the honour of having you as my partner of the first set of the starting dance, my lady?' He asked, as he bowed. His eyes never leaving hers. His bewitching smile seemed permanent on that angular face of his.
She prayed that her mask was hiding her flaming cheeks now as she curtsied in return. 'Yes you may, sir' She was not going to use his name of any sort, he has no need to know how much she had secretly admired him all these years. So much that she even knew him with a mask on.
He offered him her arm and she accepted it, she knew it was not right, but temptation got the better of her. She felt jealous stares from the girls all around her as he led her to the middle of the ballroom.
'Do you dance well?' he teased, placing one hand on her waist, and the other in her hand. She could feel the well-built muscles hard beneath her hand on his shoulder, the coolness of his hand. His soothing, deep, attractive voice was all she could hear, drowning the sound of the now-insignificant music playing in the background. His eyes were still fixed on hers, she thought she could faint right then, it was too overwhelming for her to take.
She was dancing with Aidan Darcy! The man she had fancied ever since she had seen him!
She felt like there was only two of them in the room, and couldn't help but feel disappointment when the dance had ended.
'So you do dance well,' He said, that teasing smile still playing on his lips.
'I was taught well, I believe,' She replied.
'Yes indeed.'
He walked the few steps between them towards her, so close she could feel his breath against her ear as he leaned closer to her.
'Do you fancy a stroll in the garden after the third set, sweetheart?' His breath was warm. He turned to look at her, a charming, yet so mesmerising eyes looking deep into hers.
Temptation made her nod agreement. And he continued to lean closer to her, and she could smell his cologne.
'By the way, darling, you look splendid tonight.'
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