Cocky Fiancé

by T. L Smith

  “You were right about it fitting like a glove. Who did all this?” He waved his hand around indicating my made up face and long wavy hair.

  “Me,” I replied indignantly. “I actually do put in an effort when I come to work. You know hair, makeup, nice clothes. It’s not such a huge change.”

  “Yeah, but you don’t have your bits on display at work.”

  I threw a glance down at the elegant strapless floor length dress. “My bits are not...” Meeting his humored eyes, I saw the familiar twinkle that told me he was teasing and jabbed him in the ribs with my polished nail.

  “Relax, Nina...” his tone became sincere, features softening, “...you look absolutely beautiful. Now get on my arm so I can parade you around.”

  I hooked my arm through his and we both absorbed the grand room ahead before making our entry.

  It was ridiculously extravagant, no expense spared. The ballroom was huge and filled with the likes of politicians, staff who belonged to the DEA and FBI as well as the NYC Mayor. Tomas and I were expected to attend as we were the leading agents fighting the recent pharmaceutical war. Our latest case was almost a year in the making after a young upstart bought his way into a company selling affordable drugs for HIV sufferers. Not long after taking on his new role, the price of the drugs jumped seven thousand percent rendering it impossible for suffers to afford any treatment. It was a low act and a very public one. After some investigation, it was discovered he signed and submitted false documents to acquire legal possession of the company rightfully left to the original business partner. The man he defrauded? His father. The lawyer who signed off on the paperwork? His girlfriend of three months.

  Accepting a glimmering glass of champagne, I watched as my colleagues and those I didn’t know, shook hands and made bold declarations, most of them false, that the war on fraud was under control.

  “Cross. Garcia,” came the unenthused voice belonging Chief Delacroix.

  “Boss,” we both responded in unison. He was a balding man who always seemed like his mind was elsewhere and more often than not, in a dark place.

  “Cross, you shape up nicely,” he said, eyes assessing my appearance almost like he was double checking to see if it was really me.

  “See, I told you,” Garcia insisted.

  “It’s like you all think I’m a hobo at work. The only thing different is I’m in a dress and my hair is down,” I stated, slightly confused. Their compliments were greatly appreciated, but their shocked expressions were a little extreme.

  “I’ll pay more attention next time,” the boss offered with little sincerity. “Garcia,” he turned his attention to Tomas, “find some time, we need to talk.”

  “Okay,” was all the response he gave. I could have been wrong but I was certain there was a hint of defiance in his tone.

  With a nod, the Chief went to leave. As usual, he looked distracted, eyes darting around the room, the crease lines on his forehead becoming more pronounced. Swiping another glass of champagne off a passing tray, he downed the whole lot. Without saying a word, he discarded the glass on a nearby table and left in search of his next target.

  “Is he okay?”

  Garcia shook his head also confused over the boss’s behavior. “He seems fidgety more than usual.”

  “Why does he need to see you?”

  He shrugged his shoulders not meeting my eyes. “Don’t know. Guess I’ll find out tomorrow. Let’s find our table.”

  Accepting his answer, though still finding it odd, I let him steer me to the sectioned dining area. The tables were elaborately decorated and the glimmering of the chandelier above offered an intimate glow. Weaving our way through the maze, we located our names as others also began to take their seats at the round tables. Soft orchestra music played live nearby and I could feel my shoulders beginning to relax as the mood took me. Our line of work was hectic almost every second of the day and rarely did I find the time to unwind.

  Just as the waiter placed my entrée in front of me, Tomas’s cell rang. Retrieving it from his jacket pocket, I noticed it wasn’t the typical agency issued smartphone. Checking the number, his eyes shot to mine then back again as he cut the call off. Clearing his throat he slid it back in his pocket and avoided my stare. Tomas’s behavior was off and there was definitely something amiss, but our relationship was built on trust and when he felt comfortable talking to me about it then I’d listen.

  As I was enjoying a sliver of roasted duck a feeling came over me. The type of feeling that both piques one's curiosity and screams that something just isn’t right. The small hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my skin goose bumped. Shaking it off as nothing, I continued eating until another ripple coursed through me.

  It was stronger this time.

  Was it a possible threat in the air demanding my attention or the curious wayward stare of an onlooker raising my hackles?

  Sitting back sipping my champagne, I scanned the room of people that was now mostly seated except for some struggling to finish their respective conversations, their bodies lost in the maze of tables.

  Coming to a standstill, I froze as another gaze locked on mine. He sat two rows across to my right, dark impenetrable eyes watching my every move.

  Slightly narrowed with a sense of brooding, he held my stare, jaw locked in place. He sat with his chair angled from the table, one ankle on top of the other knee, his fingers drumming a slow mesmerizing beat on the table. Like a stormy sea he swallowed me whole and I found myself not even fighting it.

  For some reason, the somewhat ridiculous effect he had on me was showing. My chest rose and fell heavily, my own eyes narrowing to meet his intimidating challenge, yet beneath it all the man was throwing me off kilter. My throat suddenly dry and heartbeat accelerated. Not even when others crossed our line of sight did he waiver.

  “Who is that?” I asked Tomas being careful not to noticeably move my mouth.

  There was a pause before he answered as he casually sussed the stranger out. “I don’t know, but he has a thing for you. You sure you don’t know him?”

  “Positive. That’s a face I’d never forget.”

  He was handsome, rugged almost, and slightly older than me. There was nothing ‘pretty’ about him. Even in an expensive looking tailored suit, he looked manlier than any others in the room. To me, he was my perfection. With a trimmed five day growth, he was every bit oozing the life experience I desperately wanted a slice of. His dark hair complemented his tanned possibly Hispanic skin, and a faint smear of dark circles under his eyes added to the brooding stare he had mastered.

  Strong, broad shoulders took up space under his deep grey suit. The type of shoulders that could handle anything thrown at him.

  No, he wasn’t a pretty man. He was gorgeously manly and my traitorous body was having a response to him in a way it had never experienced before.

  Beside me, Tomas cleared his throat. “Should I get you two a room?”

  That was enough to pull me back to reality albeit a little turned on. “What? No! I’m simply trying to figure out who he is.”

  “By eye fucking him?”

  “Tomas, I was not eye fucking.”

  “Trust me, I know sex with the eyeballs when I see it.”

  “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

  Was it that obvious?

  During that time, my empty plate had been replaced with the main meal. Eyeing the delicious food, I realized I was no longer hungry, my appetite quickly abandoning me along with my nerve. Cautiously glancing back up, the brooding man was gone, his chair pushed back neatly into place as though he was never there. There was a sense of relief and disappointment at his sudden departure, a mix that didn’t sit comfortably either way. Only moments later my attention was quickly drawn to a terse interaction occurring out of earshot.

  “Who is the Chief talking to?” I asked, nudging Tomas in the ribs to get his attention.

  Again he followed my gaze to where Chief Delacroi
x and another man seemed engaged in a heated conversation. They were doing their best to reign it in, but their body language clearly revealed the tension between the two. Then unexpectedly, they both turned and looked directly at us.

  “Are they talking about us? Have we done something wrong?” Uncomfortable with the stare off, the two men, without saying another word departed in opposite directions.

  “Odd,” Tomas conceded. “Maybe it has something to do with the new case tomorrow. Shall we?” he asked with his hand extended to take mine.

  “We shall,” I accepted, pleased for the distraction. Leading me to the dance floor, we weaved between other couples before we found an opening.

  “How’s the dating going?” I asked with a tease, getting into position.

  “It’s not,” he replied indifferently, looking absently over my shoulder as he moved me around.

  “What do you mean? You spent a week away from the job and you didn’t think to line up a few dates.”

  “Nina, I’m too busy for the shenanigans you imagine me getting up to.”

  “Too busy?”

  “Yes,” he replied curtly sending me out in an amateur twirl.

  “Well, since you don’t tell me what you do in your spare time anymore I’m happy to speculate.”

  Before Tomas could respond, my smile faded and my body slowed.

  I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him. I tensed, the hairs on my neck again rising to the sensation.

  “What is it?” Tomas asked, brows furrowed in question.

  “Nothing,” I downplayed. Because even as I looked around the room between the mass of socialites and dignitaries’, the man from earlier was no longer in sight. Falling back into rhythm we continued dancing, but unlike before the feeling could not be shaken.

  He was here.

  But where?

  And why did he give me the chills?

  When the song ended, Garcia squeezed my neck and took my hand. We were almost off the dance floor when he alerted me.

  “Your nine o’clock closing in fast,” Tomas said, his mouth moving like a ventriloquist.

  Braving a look, I inwardly cringed.

  “Oh God, do something.”

  “Like what?”

  “Anything!” My hiss went unheard as Garcia, my work partner and best friend released my hand and made a quick step in the opposite direction, leaving me vulnerable to the elements or who in this case was Jarrett Lloyd. A pompous ex-college jock who still carried the frat boy mentality.

  “Nina!” he announced, drawing out my name. He was a good looking self-assured man and unbeknownst to him—despite numerous shake offs—I never planned to lay a finger on his athletic body.

  “Jarrett,” I greeted in turn, my voice lacking enthusiasm. That didn’t deter him.

  “Nina, I always knew under that pantsuit you wear every day there’s a kick-ass body.”

  “Well, apparently it’s been a shock to everyone,” I replied, deadpan.

  What did they all expect me to wear at work?

  “Mind if I?” Without waiting for a response, Jarrett took my hand and pulled me along behind him.

  “I’ve really got to go,” I said, trying to reclaim my limb.

  “Nonsense. You can afford one dance.” Although he turned and smiled, it was one of those that said he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I wasn’t one to cause a scene, not unless under extreme duress, so he already having the upper-hand was not working to my advantage.

  While looking for Garcia, who had conveniently managed to disappear, an arm wrapped around my waist that didn’t belong to my determined dance partner. I was pulled back against a hard chest causing my hand to break free from Jarrett’s, his stern face turning on me in suppressed anger.

  “You ready?” my rescuer asked with a false familiarity. Looking up, I saw it was the perfect stranger from earlier. His brooding gaze was cast upon my face, eyeing me as if we were lovers. A small delicious shiver crept over my body and the small smile forming on his lips told me he noticed.

  “We were about to dance,” an irate voice broke between us.

  The stranger turned his gaze to meet Jarrett’s challenge. “No, you weren’t.”

  And with that, I was led to the floor by a man who both chilled me to the bone and ignited my senses. Pulling me into his arms, he held me close, our cheeks touching. I wondered if he could feel my heart beating against his chest. I wondered if he could read my indecent thoughts. He moved with grace, his hand on my back holding me possessively close, his delicious cologne consuming my senses.

  “Who are you?” I managed after some time, my shaky voice betraying me. Why did he make me so nervous?

  “Someone you probably don’t want to know,” he said with such certainty. His rough cheek grazed over mine, my eyes closing against the sensation.

  “Then why are you dancing with me?”

  “Because you intrigue me, Nina Cross.” How did he even know my name?

  “I’m just another face in the crowd.”

  “Even if you were in masquerade, I would know those lips anywhere.”

  Oh!

  He speaks and I feel like a giddy teenager with a crush. The orchestra was beginning to fade and I was caught between wanting to run from this man, or to stay in his arms at all costs.

  “So you know who I am, tell me who you are?”

  “You should be careful who you trust, Nina,” he warned even though I was certain it wasn’t said to scare me. He held me tight preventing me from pulling away.

  “Why?” My hackles were raised, that now familiar chill taking hold. “What makes you say that?”

  “Thank you for the dance,” he said, beginning to loosen his grip on my waist.

  “Wait. Tell me who you are.”

  This time, drawing me in close, lips grazing my ear, he whispered four words I wasn’t expecting. My body shook as he lingered, letting them have to their full effect.

  Four words that ignited a fear deep within.

  Four words that left me breathless as he turned his back and disappeared into the crowd.

  Four words.

  I am your ruin.

  Availabe Now

  Chapter 1

  Orion

  My breath hitches as my head comes up out of the water. I take a deep breath and drop back under. Dropping further and further until I can go no deeper. Looking up, the water is murky at best. Lily pads clog my view of the night sky, so I close my eyes. I want to keep them shut because I need to see what I always see when I’m here, in this spot. The strain becomes too much, almost to the point of my lungs tightening and darkness is now my only view.

  Her. It’s her I want to see. Nothing else.

  If I could see her every day I would die right now a happy man, but that can’t happen. Not seeing her in forever has done that to me. The only memory I have of her is from years ago, the memory as I watched her walk out the door. It wasn’t as easy as that. It was something I would have chosen not to do if I had a choice, but I had to do it to protect her. And now, I’m not even sure what I’m doing.

  My hands start moving, but as my vision begins to blur, I see her. Her hair. The way it hangs over her shoulders, red, as bright as the blood that stains my hands every day, to her creamy skin that my lips touched on a daily basis.

  She wouldn’t approve, that isn’t who Lotus is. Yes, her name, funny, isn’t it?

  The house I own, the one I can never bring myself to leave, has a large pond—or as some call it, a dam—and it’s full of lotus flowers and lily pads. Each night, when everything is at its worst, my tired feet drag me to this very spot, and I let it consume me. Because no matter who I lose, who I hurt, when I come here I see an angel amongst the putrid, a lotus above the murky water. And I can’t seem to let her go.

  Her eyes come into view, that’s when I know it’s time to move. So I don’t let the water that feeds the lotus, consume me. My hands push up, my hair touches the surface followed by my mouth, which takes a large
breath to fill my lungs with lifesaving air.

  The moon shines its bright beams of silvery blue down on me now that I can see clearer. I wonder where Lotus is and what she’s doing at this very moment. Finding her wasn’t an option, she moved out of our small town, and left to accomplish bigger and better things with her life. It’s what was planned for her all along—bigger and better.

  Not me. I was a mistake she made along the way.

  The women I fuck and touch now are nothing like her, and they could never be. They don’t challenge me, fight me, love me the same way she did. Lotus Vein fucked with my heart so badly not a single soul can replace it.

  Maybe that is what’s made me so cold.

  So disconnected from the world.

  Maybe she was the last irredeemable tower in my life that had to fall, to make me who I am today. Even if I could rebuild every wall to have her never leave again, I know it wouldn’t be the wisest decision for Lotus or me.

  “Breathing again, I see?” His voice comes from behind me, and I turn to see him through the darkness. His hands are in his pockets, and his head is shaking at me. I still haven’t moved, the water wants to pull me down to its murky depths again. But what makes that even worse is I want to go back down just so I can see her again.

  Now I have eyes on me, I know I can’t. Lotus doesn’t come to me when other people are around, she only visits when I’m alone, lost in my mind.

  Cole drops to his knees and touches one of the Lotus flowers, then picks it from the water. “She will be there tomorrow night. Do you want to go instead of me? Sebastian did ask specifically for you to attend.”

  “How do you know?” I don’t intend to sound hostile, but it comes out that way. He pulls the lotus flower closer to his eyes and studies it carefully.

  “Sebastian may have mentioned it.” Cole stands with the lotus flower still in his hand, then drops it back to the water. It sinks past the lily pads. The pink that colored it, and made the flower so vibrant, is now covered and hard to see as it sinks further down. I watch as it drops until I can no longer see it. “Be prepared though, she’s moved on.” Cole doesn’t wait for me to ask any questions, he simply turns, walking away and getting lost in the long grass as it licks at his ankles.