Chapter 2;

Ethan barely choked his water, as he gazed at Arya; she had actually kissed the stranger.

And she looked like a pro, his stomach churned, was allowing Arya to kiss a stranger a good idea? Or a really terrible one, he just stared, stared faintly.

Sofia stared with widened eyes, what in the heck was her daughter doing, kissing someone that for the first time, wasn’t actually Kelvin, was she suppose to be excited or she was supposed to panic, either still, it ruined her ability to think properly.

Arya’s hands traveled to the crook of his neck, her lips deeply engraved in his, for a bit second, the stranger remained still, and then in the next minute, he pushed her aside gently,

His stare, so deadly.

Arya laughed nervously, winking awkwardly, before she turned and hurriedly walked back to her seat, her gaze low.

He fixed his eyes on at her.

"And so you see." She picked up the cup, and emptied the whole content. "That’s how you kiss a stranger."

Ethan gazed at the stranger, whose eyes danced with anger, he had left without saying a word, without accusing her, and he just left. Was it only he or he feared for Arya? The man didn’t look like someone one could really mess with.

"Ethan, are you there?" Arya waved her hand, looking intently at him.

He turned to her, "Sorry," He leaned on the chair, his eyes glistening again with playfulness. "How was it? Was it good?"

She flushed red. "It was okay, for my first time."

He nodded, out of everyone, only he knew, that she had never kissed Kelvin before.

"Arya Morris!"

Arya gulped down the lump that formed in the corner of throat, before she inhaled slowly. "Mother, didn’t you see that? I told you that I have already moved. It just took me a kiss to prove that to you,"

Sofia lifted her brows in confusion, her daughter had moved on, with a kiss?

"Do you know him?"

Arya nodded.

"Bring him over, I want to meet him."

Arya tilted her head, suddenly nodding, she didn’t even know who he was, except for the descriptions she could barely remember, she didn’t know his name, his status, maybe, and kissing a stranger was a mistake.

Her mother walked out of the restaurant.

"I don’t know what to do." She leaned against the chair.

"You need rest, I will talk to you later, okay?" Ethan gave her a brief embrace, before he walked out of the restaurant.

Maybe, she needed rest, she needed to calm her breath down and relax, as she stood up from the chair, followed by the strange stares from others, her heart squished lightly.

Outside the restaurant, she squinted her eyes, hoping to maybe see the stranger, and apologize, there was something about his kiss that had kept her spellbound into her own world, his body felt safe, they felt calm just like whenever she was in Nicole, her friend’s comfort.

She needed to find that man, at all cost, she needed that man.

As soon as Arya arrived home, she slumped on the couch and sighed wearily, her mind trailed on how she was going to locate him. Silver like eyes, where in the heck was she supposed to find someone who had silver like eyes, she couldn’t admit, that was a rare specialty of eye color, she had them too, and now, the stranger.

She bobbed her eyes shut, trying her best to think, think about something, but nothing was coming, it was all blank.

Maybe, she needed rest, she stared around the living room, her younger brother Colin had not arrived from school, her mother was nowhere to be found and her father was out of the country.

Meanwhile, in another part of the country, in a gigantic office, the stranger, Devon Brookes sat elegantly on the chair, as his hands clicked the pen.

"Contract with the Lere enterprise." His assistant said.

"Signed." He applied the pen on the paper.

"Meeting in Japan."

"Signed."

His assistant stared up at him, fiddling with the folders in her hand. "Your stepmother, Mrs. Barbara Brookes wants to have lunch with you."

He shot her a deathly glare, his voice cold as ice. "Reject."

The assistant nodded a bit, as she shivered, keeping up with her boss, Devon Brookes was not something regarded as easy, he was cold, dangerous, and no one messed with him.

He leaned on the chair, "Leave."

She hurriedly walked away.

His mind trailed to the lady at the restaurant, someone had actually dared to kiss him? CEO of the Brookes Limited? Who was that lady that dared to steal his first kiss? He sighed, though the kiss lasted for nearly five seconds, he felt something, something like a spark, something like a tingle in the heart.

He didn’t know the feeling, and heck, he wanted it to stop.

Her face popped out in his mind again, and his breath grew raspy. Who was she? Something about her had brought awe to him; she had silver like eyes, something that was considered extraordinary.

He had to find her, ask her how she found those eyes. His eyes trailed to the picture on the wall, and his gaze darkened, controlling himself, he decided to focus on the papers in front of him.

His cell phone rang loudly, and the caller ID was no one than Barbara, why in the heck was she calling him? So they could have lunch? Or so, she could threaten him to get married. He disliked his stepmother, no that wasn’t strong enough, he hated her, her face brings him the creep, her voice reminded him of the old witch tales, and her composure, certainly, and he hated every sight of it.

He sneered, before turning off the phone. Some things were better the way they were.

The door lunged open, and his assistant walked up to him, "Sir, it’s time for the meeting.” She managed a polite smile. “They have been waiting to see you for a while now."

He stood up from his seat, grabbed his car keys. Maybe, being single wasn’t a bad thing after all.