Handsome Yet Obnoxious

(Anna) We stepped outside to see who had arrived. All my senses were hyper aware and my free hand rested on my hidden gun in case it was the enemy again. Little Ollie was clinging to me like a monkey infant and was shivering. I felt him and his strong aura before I even set my eyes on the man. The force was something I had never experienced as I came face to face with him. Crystal clear blue eyes just like the vast sea behind him stared back at me like angered pits. The contours of his extremely handsome face were rugged and masculine. A sharp nose and pointed chin, just like a supermodel. I gulped and my eyes dipped to his overly muscled torso, his navy blue Ralph Lauren dress shirt was stretched along it, buttoned just to leave the upper two open revealing his corded chest. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up enough to reveal his veiny forearms, his left hand was shoved deep into the pocket of his black slacks which covered his infinitely long and muscular legs. Woah! He was tall and angry. Never a good combination. Plus ruggedly handsome, the one you would wish to cling to. Everything about him whispered, ‘powerful and elegant.’ Now these were good combinations and I needed someone like that for my future plans. I was staring. He was not appreciating my stares. He was glaring daggers at me. His enigmatic but serious voice rang out as he called. “Oliver, you better get your ass here and explain everything.” His voice seemed familiar as if it was stored somewhere in my subconscious and yet I was sure I had never met the man before. From the looks he seemed like Oliver's father and then I remembered what Oliver had told me about him. All that surprise disappeared to be replaced by a scowl. How dare he hurt his son and now try to call him like that. Ollie had hidden away his face in my chest. He was trembling so I patted him in assurance. “Hey! Mister, look here. How dare you raise a hand at your child? Can't you see how scared he is? Do you have any shame?” The man narrowed his deep oceanic eyes at me and his own scowl deepened as he spoke, trying to remain calm. But I could sense the agitation. “And who might you be? Another gold digger perhaps, using my son against me.” He annoyingly tapped his left foot on the ground. His expensive leather shoes didn't have a spec of dirt on them. He called one of his guards. “Give this woman some money, get her out of my sight and bring my son here,” he ordered, making my temper rise. But I didn't want to confront him when he was being so chauvinistic. I needed to play my cards right. Before I could speak, Ollie poked his head out of my chest to sneak a glance at his seething father. “She is Anna, she saved me from bad men and she smells like my mate. Don't be rude to her dad,” Oliver told his father, his voice trembling. “Bad men? You young man have no idea about mates. A grown woman cannot be your mate. Guards get my son from this woman,” he sternly ordered, seeing how Oliver was clinging to some unknown woman. The woman in question being me and Ollie calling me his mate didn't help my case. The guards approached and grabbed him from my hands as he whined and cried. It felt like they had wrenched away a part of my heart. They took him away to his father. It just felt wrong. “Hey! That's no way to treat your pup. First, you beat him and when he ran away because of how you handled him and ignored him, you are treating him like this again. Do you want to traumatise him for life?” I asked, clenching my fist. I stepped closer pushing past the guards and wished to beat some sense into him, I continued to speak as he raised a brow at me, his lips thinned out. “If you had spent more time with him and acted more like a father then he wouldn't have run away. You don't even deserve to be his father.” I pointed my finger at him and accused. To my surprise he threw his head back and laughed dryly, lacking any kind of warmth. It was a derisive and hollow laugh. All his guards gasped at my words, stepping back. “Is that what he has been telling you?” He finally stopped laughing and took a step closer to me, approaching like a predator. His eyes glowed with this feral darkness, the one I had never observed before. He confidently stepped into my personal space and grabbed my chin, letting out his potent aura. I could sense how strong he was. His hands were callous and his grip hurt but it tingled wherever his skin came in contact with mine. Bringing his face a breath away from mine he tried to scorch me with his gaze. He smelled crisp and clean like freshly fallen snow. It fitted his cold personality so well. I took a deep gulp, inhaling and filling my lungs greedily. “How dare you talk to me in that tone and accuse me of being a bad father? You know nothing about me and my life. Is this some new way of seduction you women have invented?” He grumbled, pressing my face so my lips formed this ‘O’ shape. As much as I found him handsome, he was obnoxious in personality and a chauvinist. Not feeling any intimidation I slapped his hand away and scoffed, not breaking eye contact with him. “Oh! Please, don't flatter yourself. I didn't even try seduction. I wouldn't choose you if you were the last man on Earth. Get down off your high horse.” I mocked, he fumed. I blazed, he sizzled. Oliver stood between us and I guess the little guy sensed the tension. He grabbed his father's pants and pulled. “Dad, please! I don't feel so well. Can we go?” He pleaded in a crying voice. His father gave me one last loathsome look and snorted before backing away. “Let's go,” he ordered and began to move towards his helicopter with Oliver in tow. “Please! Wait for me, don't become someone else's Luna,” Oliver said with a pleading look and a teary face. I watched him with sad eyes but smiled at him. “I lied about my father. He has never laid a hand on me,” he told me the truth. “Don't do that again, Ollie. It's bad to lie,” I instructed and he nodded. His father picked him up in his strong sturdy arms and hugged him before carrying him inside the helicopter. Oliver waved at me from the helicopter and I waved back but his father kept his face in the other direction as the helicopter flew off. I slowly walked around and found that the guards were still there so I asked one of them. “Can you drop me off at Crescent Island?” “Sure and thank you for handling Oliver. He gets too much at times. We think he needed a lady's touch,” he solemnly said, seeming appreciative and understanding I was not a threat. “No problem.” I quietly walked to the front of the ship and began to stare out at the vast sea. Once I got back to Shadow Headquarters, someone was going to be dead. For they dared tamper with my Apache and tried to kill me.