Chapter 7

The reason for the pull... there it was. A man, right there in flesh and blood.













Memories of two nights ago flood back to me instantly and I can’t help it. Especially knowing that the one who ignited such feeling that night was the same person I have set my eyes on.













Crazy how I could tell it was him despite not having a very good look at him the night. I just know it is none other than him, and this time I have to get to him. We probably need to talk about why I was being affected by a strange feeling while he seems not to care.













I walk over to where he is which is right on the edge of the part of the balcony. And from there I could tell it was facing a huge part downhill. The woods, obviously as nothing more than the greenery could be seen beyond. He was alone, so it was apparently going to be convenient for me to strike a conversation with him.













“Hey,” I utter to catch his attention which seemed to be focused across me. I felt too nervous, though, and it also was like a first for me because I was always firm in situations like this. Don’t know what happened this time around.













Slowly, he turns his head to look at me and I got a perfect display of what he looked like. A face with a strong jaw, clearly from someone that works out a lot. His face said something about someone who could be reserved and not be at the same time, and I think I like it that way.













His black hair is as deep as my natural hair. Seeing his was making me envious and at the same time being considerate of changing it back to what I used to have. But I love the red, nevertheless.













With his looks, you could tell he was someone kind of old. And Rainia said something about being underage before. That is clearly untrue.













When I lock eyes with him, he seems to be contemplating and I could tell from his gaze. He probably is confused about what I was doing there, and it only leaves me with more questions for myself. What the hell am I even feeling?













“Good day to you, ma’am,” his baritone voice runs deep into my ears and sends down a sort of calm down my bones. I try not to flinch at how satisfying in some way that was but looking at his face was making it hard for me to hide my internal interest.













“So, you are one of the guards here?” the words come out of my mouth in a bid to find something meaningful to say. I think that was meaningful enough.













“Yes, ma’am,” came his immediate response. He was looking much formal this time around. But I was irritated with something.













“Can you please stop with the ‘ma’am’ thingy? You are making me uncomfortable,” I tell him with a frown etched on my face.













“I’m sorry.”













Now that was oddly satisfying. Seems to me he is a gentleman. Let’s find out if he is really one.













“Why did you escape from the club some nights ago before I could get to you?”













A reaction came from him but it was gone as soon as it came to be. It was obvious he was trying to hide something.













“I don’t know what you are talking about, ma’am. You seem to be mistaking me for someone else,” he says confidently. It instantly wants to make me believe I might have made a mistake but the pull toward him told me otherwise. It was definitely him that night.













“Well, my eyes cannot deceive me. It was you I saw that night and no one else. There’s no need for you to hide it,”













“It was definitely not me you saw. I was never at a clubhouse.”













“Are you calling me a liar, then?”













“Not at all. But I was never at wherever you said you saw me. It wasn’t me you saw,”













What I do next is to look at him from head to toe. I wanted to examine his body structure, at least to relate his physique with the one I saw that night.













There was absolutely nothing different from the body structure of the supposed him I saw the first time. Nothing at all. So why was he so hellbent on insisting that he wasn’t at the clubhouse?













“You are probably being scared of something and that is why you choose to keep it to yourself. But be more than assured that I won’t tell on you of you simply attest to the fact that it was you I sighted two nights ago.” I put it out in the most reassuring way possible, and who knows it could get through him.













It does the opposite, though.













“I appreciate your trying to get me to talk by any means but I can ascertain that the accusation against me is false. I was never at a clubhouse two nights ago. And if you will excuse me, I’ve got a job to do.”













That went from a hundred to zero real quick. He just sort of told me off now. What the heck? Feels like a rejection to me. At least my shattering insides were making me believe I have been broken.













His demeanor now says that he does not want to talk anymore. He wasn’t even looking at me again. Damn it, I cannot ever imagine myself in a situation where I would feel this much pain. Except I was exaggerating on the level of pain. But it was to a substantial amount.













Slowly I start to back away from the scene with my eyes still fixated on him. I was with the hope that he would look back at me but even until I got down and turned around to completely walk away, he did not spare me a glance.













One last look at him and I was out of the place because I could not take it anymore. The dude just literally ignored my existence. Such has never happened to me but at my first trial of being the one approaching a man, it did happen.













Despite my confused state of mind, I still found my way back to where I came from. Is this the same way men felt whenever a lady tells them off? Is this? It was the worse feeling ever and here I am, a lady, experiencing it even though I did not ask someone out.













“Where are you coming from?” I hear Mark’s voice but I do not even bother to look up at him. I was not in the right frame of mind to do so.













“Nowhere,” I mumble the word as a response to him.













“Are you okay?” now he was sounding a little concerned.













“I’m fine,” I nod and then pass by his side so I could walk back to the front of the building. “Let’s go inside,”













“Are you sure you’re alright?”













“Let’s just go inside,”













“Okay,”













I’m glad he does not continue to argue about that. If Cassie were here, I’m sure I would start explaining to her everything that went wrong with me. Such a pain in the ass for a sister.













And now on our way back into the building, I could only do one thing. It was to think about a way I could get to the strange man with the strange pull toward. I have to find out why I was actually being that way toward him or else I will continue to wallow in such an inexplicable mess.













It shouldn't be that hard if he was supposed to be a result of a mate bond. But when there has been no reaction from him since, then the reasons could be surplus. And it was left for me to find out what one of those reasons is.