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Chapter 5

Kylie's POV

Kelvin invited me for a dinner, hopefully Mark won't be there to ruin my beautiful date. Sara was trying to help me dress up, we bought a black dress earlier today when we went shopping. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think, damn I look good.

The black dress accentuated my curves. It had a slits on either side which ended mid-thigh. The neck line covered my neck, and it was sleeveless. It wasn't too short, neither was it too long. My brown hair was curled, giving it volume. Sara had also done my makeup in a demure fashion, making me look mature. The Doir bag and shoe she had chosen went well with dress too. Just the right amount of sophisticated and slutty, as Sara would put it.

By the time the clock struck seven-thirty, I was good to go. My heart beat was going through the ceiling. Gosh, I really do need to go out more. Then I remembered I never gave kelvin my address, or my landline number.

Holy.Fucking.Shit…. it is the best opportunity for me to finally get rid of Mark, and I felt it was going to be ruined since I can't get in touch with him. I tried calling him with the number I found on his file, but I wasn't going, if I should send him an email it will definitely take a while for him to respond, and just then, my doorbell rang. I walked quickly, well as quick as I could in these death traps, to the door. When I opened it, I didn't expect to see some dude wearing what seemed like a drivers uniform.

I blinked. "Oh." Was all I managed to say. I was a bit confused as to how kelvin knew where I lived. Maybe Luke told him, or did he ask my boss Mr Smith, or maybe Sara told him but one thing I know for sure is that none of my family members will tell kelvin where I live, since they all went Mark for me.

"Good evening, Miss Carter. Mr Kelvin has assigned me to bring you to the rendezvous point." He voiced, offering me an all too friendly smile.

He is a powerful man, with very many connections. How hard could it have been to locate me?

"Let me grab my purse," I announced then dashed to my room to get it, and then came back.

"Let's go." He nodded, and we left my apartment.

By the sidewalk, a Royce Rolls was parked. I assumed this was the 'designated car'. Typical billionaire shit.

"Hold on," the driver said, bringing me to an abrupt halt, and bringing out of my thoughts.

"Mr Hunter requested you to wear a blindfold."

"A blindfold?" I remarked, incredulous. "For what? Is this a date, or a kidnapping, he should have made it porch maybe a mask will do better?" I said looking at the driver in a surprised and confused state

”Am sorry Ms Kylie, but that was his order, and he warn me to follow it to the last, it a blindfold not a mask" the driver protested

"Okay." I muttered, turning around so he could put the blindfold on. Afterward, he lead me into the car.

"Don't let me fall now, or I'll-"

He laughed.

"No, miss. For the sake of suspense. It's a surprise."

I didn't get to finish my sentence because my butt met the plush leather seat. A moment later, he brought the engine to life and drove off hurriedly.

All of what was happening was a bit too strange for my liking. The blindfold was ridiculous, and the ungodly speed at which the driver was driving it had me holding my heart in my hand.

"Could you slow down! Why are you in such a rush?" I yelled, hitting the seat in front, which I hoped was the drivers seat.

There was a bit of silence before he replied.

"I'm running behind schedule but we will be there in a bit."

And true to his words, a couple of minutes later the car became stationary.

The door opened and someone helped me out. I was pretty sure it wasn't the driver, because this person's hands were a bit harder than his. The person also had on highly intoxicating cologne.Spicy, to be exact, and that seemed fimiliar, or maybe it because I have met Kelvin on various occasions and we have shoke hands.

"Sir, I hope I wasn't too late." Said the driver, from some angle I wasn't sure of.

He didn't reply,I was kind of skeptical because there was no response…what if I had been kidnapped, or what if it alm a set up and I am with the wrong person….or even with Mark…' Oh God, why does he keep coming to my head' I was brought back to reality when the driver continued and left me anctge strange person, I have never seen.

"Okay, sir. I'm glad I could be of service. Have a splendid night you two." The driver said, and walked off.

' So, this had to be Kelvin' I reassured myself, moreover I already texted Sara before wearing the blindfold, so if anything happens then at least someone knows about my whereabouts. Kelvin snaked his arm around my waist and took my hand in his free hand, beginning to lead me. He still hadn't spoken.

"Kelvin, what's with all the mystery?" I asked, but he remained silent. His grip on my waist was hard, almost possessive. It almost felt familiar……like very familiar.

I was pretty sure we were still outside because the semi-harsh New York breeze was biting my skin. He began to walk, manoeuvring me through some double doors I guess, and then into what I recognised as an elevator.

"I'm beginning to get scared." I said, earning a low chuckle from him. His deep, rich laugh reveberated, sending chills down my spine. What, did he just make a mockery of me, and why am I having this feeling that he is not Kelvin but someone I know very well.

"Kelvin?" I asked, but was replied with silence yet again. Okay, now I was spooked.

Wait, when did his laugh manage to turn me on?

"Oh my gosh!" I breathlessly said, as I digested the splendour in front of me.The elevator dinged, and then Kelvin lead me out. Soon we stopped and he unlocked an door. Shortly after, the blindfold fell and my eyes were greeted by complete darkeness and with a flick of a switch, the lights came on.

I was standing in the living room of one of the most magnificent apartments I have ever seen in my entire 26years, or should I say 27years…. It had a huge tear drop chandelier hanging off the ceiling. A white leather, L-shaped couch sat in the middle in front of a gigantic flat screen TV. The floor had a fur rug on it, on the other side of the living room …the dinning was an Italian made furniture with marble finishings. The interior decor was one I have never seen before except on social media (Instagram) or in movies. A candle lit dinner, like from those sappy romance movies I usually waste time watching.

I snapped my head back so fast, that I thought I would get whiplash. So I can finally get what is happening to me right now.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar voice asked …I froze. No, it cannot be.

'Mmm, fancy' I said within me and turning my gaze to Kelvin, who is not Mark.

"You asshole…oh gosh! I had a feeling that something wasn't right, but I didn't want to believe it. What the hell is your problem?" I yelled, outraged. But instead a smug expression graced his gorgeous face.

"You didn't think I would really allow you to go out with that swine… what's his name again Kelvin, did you?" He said pompously.

"Over my dead body, yes he might be a model who the hottest guy in L.A but you are mine , and you know what I'm glad I did it too because that 👗 dress you're wearing is giving me wild thoughts." He added huskily, shamelessly checking me out. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover some clevage.

"It wasn't your place to do that, Mark. Who I go out with isn't any of your damn business. We established that already, remember Mark I am not yours and we are divorced. .like legally except you want me to declare myself officially single," I deadpanned, looking away from him.

I hated it.

Because as much as I hated too admit it, something about being in the same room as him, alone didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. I know I shouldn't be here, I should have just told him too fuck off but for some reason my hate for him didn't run as deep as I thought it would.

I hated that I wasn't over him and my mind… and my heart still reminded me of him and would refuse too remember the hurt, the pain. I felt my eyes instinctively met his deep grey ones, he was already staring at mine and I couldn't feel his eyes digging into my soul, searching. But I couldn't care less I was also searching, searching for answers. I wanted too find something, find something so awful I would never even think of being in the same room, much less the same country as him.

I thought everything that he did too me would be enough for my mind, my body, my soul too have this reaction too him but it did. Luckily I still hated him enough too not care what he thinks, what he feels or what he says. I pulled myself away from his gaze and to a seat. The table was oval but pointing at two opposite sides of the room, Mark was already seated on one of the points and I sat down directly across from him.

I hated myself for it but I felt myself begin too look at him again but avoiding eye contact. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a grey tie even though the suit was a little bit lose I could still see his muscles bulging through. I noticed that he hadn't shaved so his stubble was a little bit darker but instead of reducing his attractiveness it only enhanced it.

His jawline was still sharp as ever and I came too the conclusion that nothing had changed about him.

He was still perfect.

Fuck my life……

I stopped studying him and was instantly hit with a suffocating silence. I shifted uncomfortably as I noticed that Mark was studying me as well, glazing over every curve I had, every aspect of me, and lastly deepening his search into my eyes.

What was this man looking for?

I decided to be the one too break the silence by clearing my throat, which then caused Mark too stop looking at me so deeply. I suddenly felt my body tense when he was no longer looking at me and for some reason a part of me wanted him too continue.

"So if I understood correctly, you wanted to stop me from seeing Kelvin, and now that am here maybe we should just talk about the investment and forget about what happened earlier?" I said, trying too sound as emotionless as I could.

I shook the feeling away and figured that Mark wouldn't talk first… so I would. I watched as Mark adjusted himself so he was sitting straighter then he was before,

"Yes that is correct." He stated.

"Alright… do you wanna start then?" I said, as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.

"Get some rest, I will go get something for us to eat." He said, and left the rooms, just as he was about to close the door he shouted loud 'Kylie make sure you lock the door' he said he finally left.

I walked to the edge of the living room still admiring the apartment, looking down from the window I could see most people were not trying to avoid running into or interacting with people. But as I was walking towards the front of the room where the door was I felt a grasp on my wrist as a sudden force pulled me into a dark hallway.

I let out a small gasp of surprise when my body was pushed up against the wall and two muscular arms entrapped me between the wall and the man in front of me.

I was going to let out a scream but a sudden feel of familiarity hit me, the smell of whiskey and peppermint invaded my senses and in a second I knew I wasn't in danger.

"Mark." I said, too the gorgeous man in front of me.

"Babe." His dark voice husked, as he said babe, and I hadn't heard in 3 years.

"Now what were you talking about regret doing?" Mark asked, his face inches from mine so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

At first I was confused, this asshole brought me here against my wish, and now he is talking about regret…I really don't understand, and bam.mm…i remembered that I was talking to Luke and Sara the previous day about something I will regret doing, even though I really want to do it.

Shit.

Wait.

He was listening?

"Eavesdropper." I snarled at him, rolling my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, Mark's lips were on mine. In shock I stood froze not knowing what Mark was doing but when Mark persisted and continued to kiss me, realization hit me and I instantly kissed him back.

Sparks flew as our lips worked perfectly together, a sudden jump of my heart made me inexplicably more excited as the kiss deepened, no longer rushed but deep and filled with passion.

His smell, taste and body were all something I craved, something I felt if I didn't get it I would die. Mark licked my lips with his tongue, demanding for entry but I denied it as I teased him.

I low growl erupted from his chest as he pressed his body onto me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer leaving no room for air. His touch sent sparks of electricity through my body as his arm held my body as if they were made for each other.

His tongue yet again licked my lips asking for permission but like last time I denied it, intrigued onto what Mark would do next. I smirked when I knew he was getting frustrated, knowing that he wanted more of me as much as I wanted more of him. He stopped kissing me, much to my dismay and gently bit my lip, causing a gasp too escape from my mouth. Mark took that moment too shove his tongue into mine and then continued on kissing me.

Our tongues danced together as we both battled for dominance but in the end Mark won. I could feel him grinning when he had his victory on my mouth. But just as fast as I had him, he pulled away from the kiss his face only inches from mine.

"Still regret it, babe?" His husky voice asked, mocking me.

And too my surprise I didn't send him a sassy or snarky remark but instead just said,

"No."

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