Yna's pov
There was sudden movement and before I could fully process what was happening, I felt a breath on the side of my face. The warmth it exuded rattled me for a second making me feel like I was drowning in the ocean. And as if that wasn't weird enough, I felt like I absolutely wanted to drown in it.
A truly intoxicating scent for a man I could barely even see.
And then he stepped into the dim light. My eyes widened slightly and then I averted them before my composure could slip.
Serial Lockheart. I couldn't believe I had actually thought he was a bodyguard just a while back.
"Lockheart", Amani greeted with a smile, confirming my inner thoughts with a smile and a devilish little glint in his eye. I gulped silently at the infamous name, feeling like a mouse caught in a cheese trap in between two cats.
"Vidal", he greeted back, voice like fresh gravel on stone. I didn't dare to look at him, trying my absolute best to keep a straight face.
I could feel his eyes on me, like a pressure cooker that was making his last meal.
"I don't recall my assistant mentioning a guest list for my private dinner", he said again still looking at me.
I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity raising doubts in my mind about whether or not he had recognized me. I felt like a specimen under a micros under his gaze.
His scrutiny was doing things I could explain to my insides. That much was undeniable, but terrible was no way I was blowing my cover.
Then Amani leaned back, a hint of a smile on his face
"Serial. I didn't know you were in the habit of hiding in corners, sipping wine alone. Did bachelorhood catch up with you?"
I could clearly tell he was cooking something up in that crazy brain of his.
I silently glared at him, making him chuckle.
"not hiding at all, I was waiting for management to explain why a man my baby brother partnered with is trespassing on a fully booked floor. Also, I'm not exactly a bachelor anymore. I presume you know I'm engaged", Serial replied back pulling himself up to stare blankly at Amani, his voice was so calm, but biting.
And I was beginning to understand that this was his signature. This venomous voice that also felt like it was made to protect you. A double whammy.
Amani smiled, teeth on full display. I could tell he was enjoying this show he was putting on.
"You're in my chair", he said with his full attention on me. I looked up, meeting his eye while he came me a full body glance.
"Serial don't be a dick", Amani snapped , standing to bridge the height gap.
"This is Fynn, she's with me"
"Clearly", he said as he circled Amani and then grabbed his seat.
I couldn't believe he just sat in Amani's chair.
Now he was staring right into my eyes
"Pleasure to meet you Fynn", he said as he extended a hand to me. I didn't make a move and I watched as he grabbed my hand anyway and kissed my palm.
I shuddered slightly at the intimacy of the touch.
He definitely knew I'm Sarafyna. He was playing with me. I thought. There was no way he was randomly flirting with every girl out there. Right? Before I could answer myself, I heard Amani huff and then pull a chair from the closest table to sit right on my right.
"Oh, couldn't come empty handed", he said as he sat the vintage wine on the order.
I gulped again as he handed me his half finished glass.
"Try it", he commanded
Oh he was definitely humiliating me at this point.
Looking dreading at him, I grabbed the glass and took a small sip.
"Well…", he inquired
"Very sophisticated taste. Well aged", I replied
For the first time tonight, I saw him smile.
"I imagine Vidal is trying to make an impression?"
I frowned at that in confusion and Amani laughed hysterically.
What game was he playing?, I wondered.
Just then, someone rushed in.
"Mr. Lockheart!"
The voice was high-pitched and anxious. It was the floor manager, almost stumbling over his own feet as he rushed towards the table. He looked between Serial's cold face and Amani's amused one, his hands shaking as he adjusted his little pink bow tie.
"I am incredibly sorry for the…the oversight!. There was a mixup with the reservation software-"
"I don't care about your software", he interrupted rudely
I took a deep breath looking at the poor guy.
"It's ok, I made the reservation. Do make sure to compensate Mr. Lockheart for the inconvenience and it should be fine"
Serial quirked an eyebrow at me with curiousity. He was probably thinking I wasn't just a dumb rich blonde after all.
With that, the floor manager nodded deeper and hurriedly left.
Looking at him, I wondered if he got off being rude to everyone. First, Christean, then Amani and now the floor manager.
And if I thought I had the entire list down, he pulled a surprise on me.
"So tell me Fynn, do you usually frequent fully booked restaurants with men aren't your fiancé?
Now I was on that list. Technically I was probably first on the list. The memory about his declaration about not marrying a Yuriat slipped into my mind, reminding me exactly what he thought of me and my family. That sarcasm dripping from his voice cemented my belief that he knew exactly who I was.
His fiancée. And he was playing games with me.
Amani laughed, breaking the tension
"We may have to get engaged now Fynn. We wouldn't want to seem scandalous in the sight of Serial Lockheart"
I gave him a look
"Aman!", I said with a sweet venomous voice.
"Don't indulge Mr. Lockheart. I don't appreciate such comments "
Serial smirked.
"Well if you're not going home with him, you're coming with me"
It was my turn to quirk a brow
"I appreciate the invitation Mr Lockheart. However, I'll be going home alone, by myself tonight"
Amani let out another laugh as I stared squarely into Serial's eyes. He must be having the time of his life watching us play around in circles.
Serial stiffened slightly.
I took that cue and decided to retire for the night.
"Thanks Aman, I had a great dinner. See you at the Gala tomorrow. Mr. Lockheart, pleasure to meet you". I said with a smirk.
As I walked out I heard them still talking but the only thing I caught was;
Careful Serial…