She grew twice as more disgusted when her name left his mouth. In front of her, stood a blond with hazel eyes.
Jack eyed her, noticing how she was uncomfortable.
Frances was clearly upset, seething almost. She felt tears of anger prick, inhaling sharply. “Excuse me.”
Frances whirled around, not noticing the anger reflecting from Edgar. “Young lady!” He shouted as she walked away quickly. Wiping away hot tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks. She was furious that she would be forced into such a marriage.
A loveless marriage.
For money, in fact. Money that her parents wanted. If they merged companies, then they would never worry about bills or inconvenient shopping ever again.
Sniffling gently, she blindly walked through the crowd.
Letting out a quiet yelp, she tipped over. Her clumsiness led her to bumping into someone.
She fell over, noticing the person who stood above her. His eyes were gentle, and sincere.
“I’m so sorry, sir!” Frances sputtered, taking his hand. His skin was warm, though she felt a few cuts overlapping his fingers. Frances stumbled upwards, “I’m Frances.”
Stupid. Utterly stupid. Throwing her name at a stranger was stupid. Frances mentally facepalmed, besides that, she was completely unprepared. Frances’ eyes were glassy, and cheeks stained with tears. She looked of a train wreck.
“Emyr,” He crooned playfully. His eyes were amber, hair black and in a braid. To his father, Emyr would be seen as uncanny and uncultured. To the ideal man, he should be serious and have short hair. Also, rich.
Frances found him striking.
“I’m pleased to meet you,” She stammered lightly. Frances eyed Emyr, his smile turning sly. “Right back at you.”
Frances let go of his hand, swallowing thickly. She felt heat collect on her cheeks, it was clear that she was flustered by how charming he was.
”I would question why you were running blindly, but, I would rather offer you a drink.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t drink,” Frances wore an apologetic look.
“Oh, then we can get apple cider,” He waved his hand as he guided her.
“Thank you, Emyr.”
”Anytime.”
She kept her hands pressed to herself in a way of support. It was endearing to her when he spoke with such kindness.
Frances kept her blue eyes glued on him. “I don’t really want to be a bother,” Frances’ voice trailed off when his amber pair of eyes landed on her.
“I was alone before you came, I like company,” He spoke smoothly, sitting down on a stool. “Two apple ciders, warm.”
Frances sat beside him, noticing the barista’s rushed movements. The barista finally put down two, warm cups with spiced apple cider. Frances’ gaze dropped into the cup, a very satisfying scent wafting off of it.
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Emyr thanked the barista before drinking peacefully. Frances tore her gaze from him, looking back into the cup.
”Hm? Something wrong?” Emyr asked sincerely.
”Oh, no,” Frances shook her head, downing the cider. When the spice touched her tongue, it was odd to her. Only the best drinks would be served in the manor, and normally it was never cider or juice.
Swallowing thickly, it felt warm and strange.
”You look as though you ate something raw,” Emyr observed her expression that was her reaction to the new taste.
”It’s nothing. I never tried apple cider before,” She admitted, twirling her hair.
“Never?!” He grew amused, amber eyes rather wide. Emyr chuckled gently, “My, maybe I should take you out more.”
”Maybe so,” Frances eyed the now-empty cup. She sighed, pinching her temple. As if he read her mind, he spoke, “Frances, do you want to go somewhere quieter?” He asked gently.
”Yes, please.” Frances stood up, following Emyr. Meanwhile, she observed his attire. It seemed normal, a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans.
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Emyr smirked, “Do I have something on me?”
Frances flinched, “Oh, of course not.”
She knew that she was ungraceful when it came to things like this. But it was strangely odd to know that he was able to wear such attire while she wasn’t.
Frances was jealous of him, snapping out of her dumbfounded state; she noticed the environment around her. It was a dark alleyway— discomfort slipping into her expression.
“This is better,” Emyr purred gently, leaning backwards.
“How so?” The stench growing little to unbearable.
“It’s empty,” Emyr gestured towards the end of the alleyway. “Besides—“
His words were interrupted by an unexpected gunshot. Her eyes grew wide as she barely moved out of the way in time. Brown strands that got caught in the bullet’s path fell to the ground slowly. Emyr pushed her against the wall, reaching into his leather jacket as he ducked.
”Is this normal for you?!” She spoke after snapping out of her dumbfounded state.
“Any normal person wouldn’t even be talking right now!” He snapped, the trash can making a loud sound when the surprise guest made another shot at them.
”Oh of course, I’m perfectly normal!” She retorted, ducking ungracefully as Emyr shot at the source.
”Of all days that I decided to go out,” Emyr muttered, aiming for the source once more. After a loud gunshot, and a pained grunt, Frances figured that it was over.
Key word, figured.
”What are you doing here?” Emyr asked the guest while stomping towards them, seething with anger.
Lifting the guests’ head, Emyr stared at them dead in the eyes.
”’m name is Kai Butler, I ain’t telling you any more than that,” Kai hissed between his teeth, it seemed that his dominant arm was bleeding out.
Emyr frowned, “Wrong answer,” Emyr spoke as he kicked Kai’s face, “Who do you work for?”
”Nobody.”
Frances winced when she heard a loud crack, which was met with a loud groan of pain that nearly became a scream.
“Emyr,” Frances avoided to look at Kai, who was clearly in pain. “Please, don’t hurt him too much,” She spoke desperately.
Kai sobbed, “I really don’t work for anybody.”
Emyr scoffed gently, glancing from Kai to Frances. “We’ll see about that.”
Frances frowned when Emyr was about to knock the lights out of Kai, shutting her eyes tightly to not see the impact.
“Please—“
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