Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Luck seemed to be against me as I accidentally bumped into him once again before reaching the car.
"You're a seer, aren't you?" he remarked casually, as if he hadn't just revealed a life-threatening secret.
"Why would you assume that?" I replied, trying to remain composed.
"Don't play dumb, love. I sensed something when we touched. Even now, I'm certain those were visions, and they weren't mine," he asserted, still gazing ahead.
I chose to remain silent, unsure if he was one of the people out to kill me.
"Here you go, miss," he said, opening the car door wide for me.
I entered the car, finding the interior as immaculate as the exterior. "You never answered my question. What are you?" I inquired.
He turned to face me instead of driving and said, "Well, I suppose you're not in a rush since you're not driving either, are you?" He leaned closer, sniffing me. "You don't smell human," he muttered to himself, though I overheard.
"And you don't behave like one either," I retorted, pushing him away from my face. "Furthermore, there's something called respecting someone's privacy."
He appeared shocked by my response. "I don't understand," he said, studying me intently. "In the vision, you saw what I am. We were happy together, having fun. You know what you mean to me," he continued, taking a deep breath. "Why do you still act this way around me? Shouldn't you show me more respect?"
I glanced at him, concluding that he was the most delusional person I had ever met.
"Take a left and then the third building on the left. You'll find the restaurant," I directed, disregarding his comments. There was no need to argue with him.
He appeared irritated, but I paid no attention. Leaving as soon as possible was all that mattered. My contact lenses were causing my eyes to itch.
He drove silently, and after a while, the silence became somewhat comfortable.
"Wait here," he instructed, opening the door for me.
"You know, I am perfectly capable of opening the door by myself," I remarked. Ignoring me, he took my hand and led me inside.
"The ambiance here is lovely," he commented, and I nodded, recalling all the times I had to handle interior design choices due to my boss being "too busy" to do his own job.
Since I didn't require assistance from the waiter, we proceeded directly to the VIP section. I practically hired all the staff myself because my boss, once again, was too busy to do so.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, causing me to suppress a snort.
"I'm covered in sweat, still in my work clothes, and have dark circles under my eyes. There's nothing beautiful about me, Eric," I replied, signaling the waiter to come.
"I admire your outspokenness. It's sexy," he said, and I tried to conceal my blush, but it was futile. I couldn't resist compliments.
"I know you saw what I saw earlier, and I believe you had a hand in it. So what exactly happened?" I began questioning, but the waiter interrupted us.
"Good evening, ma'am and sir," the waiter greeted, turning to face Eric. "I'll be your waiter for the night. I hope you enjoy your evening." We placed our orders, and as he winked at me
I heard a growl emanating from the other end of the table.
Ian had a reputation for being a flirt, but he was skilled at his job, and that's why I had hired him.
"Your boss is a complete idiot!" he growled. "How could he employ such people?"
"What's wrong with him?" I asked, assuming he was referring to the waiter.
"Are you seriously asking? He was looking at you inappropriately! It was as if he was undressing you with his eyes!"
"You don't strike me as someone who knows how to control their emotions," I remarked, looking at him.
"That's it? That's all you have to say? You enjoy it, don't you?" he accused.
I looked at him, confused about what he was implying. "What?"
"Oh, don't act ignorant. You like the attention. The looks, the lustful gazes. You revel in it. That's why you dress the way you do."
I had reached my limit. I stood up, ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Somewhere else. I'd rather be at home, curled up in bed, than be here with you, listening to the garbage that comes out of your mouth."
I saw a flash in his eyes.
"I don't appreciate your tone," he stated.
"And I don't appreciate your attitude!" I snapped back. I was exhausted. I refused to tolerate any nonsense from anyone, especially him.
Suddenly, it all happened so quickly. One moment, I was getting up to leave, and the next, a glass shattered on the floor beside us.
I swiftly crouched down.
"Hey there, pretty lady," a man said from above me. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin as pale as the night, and his fangs sharp.
He slowly advanced toward me, but someone pushed him aside, revealing Eric's face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, scanning me from head to toe. "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, too stunned to speak. He took hold of my hand and led me out of the restaurant, toward the far back near the exit door.
"Why can't we just go through the front?" I asked, taking deep breaths after finally regaining my ability to speak.
"We're surrounded. There are up to eight of them in the front, and engaging in a fight would expose my true identity. There are humans present," he explained. I nodded, attempting to open the faulty exit door.
It still malfunctioned, just another item on the list of things that needed to be fixed soon.
"Well, it seems dinner is served," a vampire suddenly emerged out of nowhere, remarking with a wicked smile.
I cursed my boss for this. He was the reason behind all of this.
If he hadn't assigned me this ridiculous task, I would be at home by now, far away from this chaotic situation.
"Back off," Eric warned, positioning himself protectively between us.
"Don't worry, sweet cheeks. I'm not interested in you. It's her I desire. Her blood is driving us insane!" the vampire sneered, licking his lips.
I tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to run. I ended up hitting the wall.
"Come on now," he taunted, taking a step forward and accidentally pressing a gas button in the process.