Precious Food

Precious Food

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Liam is waiting for his blind date to arrive. After a week of sending messages back and forth on that dating app, they were finally going to meet. However, after 40 minutes, still nothing. Disappointed he asked for the bill. The guy who showed up when he already gave up took his breath away. Drop-dead gorgeous but something is terribly wrong with him. And Liam can't pull away from those bewitching eyes.

Summary

Liam is waiting for his blind date to arrive. After a week of sending messages back and forth on that dating app, they were finally going to meet. However, after 40 minutes, still nothing. Disappointed he asked for the bill. The guy who showed up when he already gave up took his breath away. Drop-dead gorgeous but something is terribly wrong with him. And Liam can't pull away from those bewitching eyes.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Blind date

Author Chapter Note

Liam meets him for the first time...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 30, 2020

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter 1

 

It was pouring outside when my eyes rested on the restaurant’s window. The colors bleached from the gloomy neons flashing from the tattoo parlor across the street. Rose Noir blinked in Fushia against the blackened front store. The sun had just set behind sad gray industrial buildings. I checked my phone for the thousandth time. He stood me up. I sighed and turned back to my half-filled beer. It was now warm, just my luck. The tall glass sweat on the stained coaster with the logo of the family restaurant, The Happy Corn, where my blind date was supposed to meet me.

 

What was I really expecting? This was the third disastrous date I got from that stupid app. At least, the first two showed up. What a waste of time, I’ve been sitting here for the past 40 minutes convincing myself this will be different. Note to myself: ignore any guy without a profile picture, even if the way he writes is enticing, just stays away. Actually, I should probably delete my account and the app altogether. 

 

I turned back at the pretty blond waitress serving coffee to the couple sitting at the next table. She looked up with a smile. It was a polite type of smile. The business one.

 

“Do you want some coffee, Sir,” I shook my head. Coffee with warm beer wasn’t a great combination. I should order something to eat but I was beyond the point of enjoying good food—alone. The disappointment has sipped deep inside my stomach. I just wanted to get away from the cheerful clients and go ravel in my self-pity.

 

“The bill, please,” she nodded and went to the owner of the business at the bar. The counter was made of heavy oak, polished to a shine. The man was round with a jolly face wiping glasses as he scanned the room. He wore a stained apron around his midriff. I drained the last of my warm beer in one sip. The waitress came with the bill. The moment she placed it on my table I saw a tall silhouette standing behind her. From where I was sitting, the camp-like lantern hanging from the ceiling formed a halo around the person's head. Something about him made me paused. The waitress's eyes followed mine and she jumped away from the stranger. An omniscient aura hanged around this man.

 

“Are you leaving already?” he said in a low seductive voice than had an edge of an exotic accent. The waitress stared with wide eyes and I did that same. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up at this point. The clients around us went silent. Forks and spoons stopped in midair. I was sure I heard someone gasped. The waitress took a tentative step away. She faced the speaker, scared to turn her back to him. I bet she did it unintentionally. This man—this person was a mere shadow. I couldn’t tell what color was his hair or eyes or what he was wearing. Yet, what radiated from him was—pure power. I shivered.

 

“Are you?” my voice trailed off when he came closer to the table. He didn’t walk, he was just closer. The light from lanterns was supposed to create a warm atmosphere shone on his long jet black hair that draped around his shoulders. His black shirt and his hair blended into a uniform solid form. He wore black from head to toes. No wonder he looked like a shadow. The gloom made his face the centerpiece. An exquisite pale triangle, delicate against all that harsh darkness. His eyes—I just couldn’t look away. I have no idea what color they were. They sucked me in. He was not handsome, the word was too weak to use to describe this deity standing before me. The people in the room also had difficulties going back to their food. I couldn’t blame them.

 

“I believe I am your date,” an intoxicating spicy fragrance hung around him. I took a deep breath and felt drunk. The waitress literally ran away, scared. He slid in the seat opposite me. I followed him with my eyes, my mouth hanging open. Please, don’t wake me up.

 

“I am sorry for my lateness. I had to wait until sundown,” he rolled the last word on his tongue. I swallowed. My heart had picked up in anticipation. His guy was way out of my league. He looked like royalty. The way he shone in that dull restaurant was shocking. He watched amused by my reaction. I was sure my cheeks flushed. I’m not really the type to blush when I see pretty people. I thought I was jaded to looks. Surely, he kicked my assumptions out the window.

 

“I-I don’t understand,” I swallowed the lump building up in my throat. “You’re Nightowl238, right?” he crossed his long legs and gazed with a mild smile. The tip of his soft leather boots pointing at me. Expensive. I suddenly felt underdressed in my faded jeans and a blue polo shirt.

 

“I am and you must be Conrad,” I had no idea how he was able to make my name sound sexy. But he did. Hearing my name coming from his lips moved something low in my body. Conrad was not the name my relatives or friends use to call me. Technically I didn’t lie when I told him it was my name. A second name that no one ever used was not exactly lying, right? I let out a nervous laugh. I just couldn’t believe this drop-dead gorgeous person was sitting across from me. I lowered my eyes to my empty glass then to the bill waiting for me. I sighed. Right, I was about to leave. It will never happen, I told myself. He must be disappointed with my average self and will soon leave anyway.

 

“Well—” I half got up when he spoke again.

 

“I had to get rid of my entourage to be able to attend our little Rendez-Vous. I’ve accepted to this public display simply cause I wanted you to trust me,” he held me with his eyes. I just froze in mid-movement between sitting and standing. I had no idea what was going on. “Conrad,” he called. I exhaled feeling dizzy. “Let me pay for your drink as forgiveness,” I swallowed. I’d normally refused any date who offer to pay my bills. I opened my mouth to protest. But he placed his hand on mine. “Please,” the contact with his cool skin and his voice got me high like I was on some shady drugs.

 

“Wh-what are you—?” I couldn’t formulate my thoughts. My head was blank. 

 

“Come,” he got up, took the bill, and went to the counter to pay for it. I straightened up, the muscles of my back tensed from staying in a half-crouch position for too long. 

 

“Get a grip,” I murmured. When I lifted my head he was next to me, too close. I gasped and inhaled the spicy fragrance emanating from him. He placed a hand on the small of my back. My whole body relaxed against him.

 

“Let’s go,” he simply stated. I couldn’t fight him.

 


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