Chapter 2 Jarek

• JAREK'S POV
• I should be outside her building - guessing what she is doing, patiently waiting for her to grace me with her presence by hoping she has to go grocery shopping or anything at all.
• But instead, I was in a goddamn wedding as one of the representatives for a colleague's wedding.
• ‘A colleague?’ A voice questioned within me and I almost smirked.
• I do not consider Garland First as a colleague…never have….never will.
• I was only working in the same Engineering organization he works at because I was not ready for the world to know that I was the ‘unknown CEO’ running the affairs of The Stark Conglomerates.
• The mystery of my existence is still one of the charms that has magnet-ed the world to my family's empire.
• I love the privacy of my life - a great deal - and I do not plan on making myself known anytime soon.
• Even though my face was stoic, there was a particular emotion warring beneath the layers of my black suit.
• It was Grave Indignation.
• Angry because after today, Olivia will get to know that her ‘supposed boyfriend’ is a douchebag and that he has never deserved her.
• Hell!! Even the world doesn't deserve her and that is why I have chosen to remain in the shadows of her life all this while.
• There was no doubt that my inner shadows would corrupt her radiance.
• I had wanted to take Garland far away from her but anytime I remember how happy she is with him, the words she had said about her life with Garland, I refrain and choose to merely surround her…from the sidelines. Ensuring her safety and making her happy… being a guardian demon rather than an angel.
• A guardian angel would not have the kind of wild imagination and thoughts that I have toward her. They weren't all roses and sunshine….far from it.
• On Saturdays, she is always in her house, and I was not expecting to see her here. I was not expecting her to find out about Garland this way.
• “No…not at all my love. I have never seen her in my life, “ Garland spat, and the shock from his words had Olivia almost falling back.
• I was one of those in the front row, and immediately, I reached out to her.
• When our eyes met, the cloud of tears in her eyes broke the last thread of humanity I had toward Garland First. Now, he has permitted me to serve him all my piled-up hatred of three years.
• ‘He made her cry… I'll watch him drown. Drown in every single thing he thinks upholds him.
• Even the heavens will turn away at the sight of him.’
• My hand around her waist tightened as I shot fiery glares at the people staring and at the cameramen looking for the best angle at which they could snap her.
• I never thought our first physical contact would be this way but I took hidden delight at the pleasure of having her in my arm and of the daisy scent that permeated my nostrils from her.
• ‘Divine!’
• This savoring did not last long because her best friend looked at me apologetically before she took her hand and pulled her away from me.
• “I always knew you were a scum! Fuc* you Garland!” Her best friend exclaimed with disdain and the women in the congregation gasped.
• She turned around and pulled both of them out of the church.
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• I was outside her building in my nondescript SUV. I could not make the solid move I wanted to make on Garland at the moment because he was surrounded.
• He had made sure to get married into a powerful and wealthy family - The Cavendishes!
• But that didn't mean much. The Starks still towered…
• Her friend had left sometime during the day and had not returned and I doubt she was going to. It was 8 pm already.
• I was planning on going back to my condo when I saw Olivia. She was dressed in a short skirt, a brown crop top, a leather jacket, and a pair of knee-length boots.
• ‘Where is she going?’ I thought sharply.
• She had let her hair down, hidden her eyes under feminine, dark shades, and smuggled her lips red. She looked breathtakingly hot but…
• I knew that wasn't really Olivia. There was just something different about the person that had exited the gate. She wasn't the same lovely girl that had broken the world’s record by speaking befitting - ly harshly to me in that elevator. The same girl that had enchanted me from that singular incident till forever.
• A cab passed by and she waved at it. She got in and they drove off.
• I trailed after the cab at an unnoticeable distance till she led me to a clubhouse.
• ‘What is going on in your head Daisy?’ I thought as I watched her exit the cab and saunter inside the clubhouse. I watched the eyes of the supposedly professional bouncers follow after her*, causing something green and hot to flow into my system.
• I could not stay still when I knew men worse than the bouncers would be inside and would be clamoring for her attention tonight. I wore a baseball hat over my head and I wore it so low it covered my eyebrows.
• ‘Perfect!’
• When I got in, blue, purple, and red lights danced above my head, but I pushed through the throng of sweaty bodies and horrible laughter to look for her.
• My calculation gathered that she would be in a corner, sipping alcohol and being quieter than she normally is. But for the rarest of times, my calculation was wrong.
• Instead, she was on the dance floor, eyeglasses off and tucked in her purse and her hands on her body.
• I gulped. It was as if the people around had intentionally reserved that space on the dance floor for her.
• No one was dancing with her but she was attracting the eyes of many around.
• A sultry look glided across her facial features and I could see the dark drag around the rim of her eyes properly.
• Her hands didn't linger on any part of her body but they found their way to her hair, to the cup of her breasts, around her waist..
• Gradually her slender fingers peeled the leather jacket off and allowed it to slowly…painstakingly…slide off her arms.
• I'm aware of how many people I have killed but right now, I was beginning to feel that by the end of the night, I would lose count.
• Bodies wit
• hout eyes deserve to drop because I am going to groove out their eyes.
• ‘F**k Daisy!’