Translucent #Billionaire Series (1) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13

His place was so like him. Every atom, every wall was screaming him.

Dark

His place looked haunted, a harbour for evil. Someone possessed and it scared me. His duplex flat sort of a house which was nothing short of expensive screamed abnormal. Right from the skull of a raging bull kept on the side table to his painting which were just black in colour. The lights were extremely dim. The only sound that echoed in this forsaken place were heal of his shoes. They hit hard against the ground and every thump had me gulping with anxiety and endless amount of fear. I had a very bad feeling about whole of this. I kept my mobile data on hoping that my dad will be keeping an eye on me. Moments like this I envied my life, how it used to be. I was free and young and now, now I feel like every part of a women somehow that Nevaeh died when I met him. It was just the way every wave of air spelt it into my ears..I felt it in my energy. Things will change, for better or for worse, that's something I dared not to think about

My gaze took in everything that he so openly displayed it, in his house. If I can call it one.The place was huge and there was a big plasma on the left wall, covering almost the entire thing. While  elegant black couches sprawled over the living area. The theme was dark and forbidden. His place looked like a temple for black magic.

He had some thousands of eerie statues kept in an organised angle. This place looked so not me, but maybe it was giving me an insight about Mr. Terence Rodriguez, the infamous and extremely mysterious man

If I can judge his place with that if his soul then the only thing I can think about, the only thing that reflects him, that pictures him right now is evil. Pure evil and deserted

My eyes went to a big Scorpio golden piece on the way towards the kitchen, we had to climb few steps four to be precise and walk down a lengthy aisle which was illuminated with golden lights. It was like these entrances we had for grand palaces. What are you Mr. Rodriguez? I have never see something like this ever before and somehow it made me even more petrified to know him as a person. He felt lethal and toxic, to an extent where death seemed the only better option

You are not even half saint you are portrayed to be, you are limitless and so so wrong. I hear him pause, his muscled back stood erect in front of me, making my eyes wide. I tried too peep from his shoulder but all I could make out was the endless space, which look grander, then only thing I could make out was the strong orange illumination that lit the room. Don't turn around

"This is my harbour" his voice came with a humourless authority . I felt chilled prickles cover my entire skin. Don't talk, please don't. Your voice is too dangerous. Just don't

He causally turns his face towards the side and eyes me from the corner of his eyes. I gulp seeing him, he looked dangerous with his half face hidden and the visible part made him all the more mysterious

I didn't utter a word, if this place is  his harbour, then Mr. Terence Rodriguez is officially the king of demons

He turned around making me gasp in surprise and for the first time since I arrived in Berlin he looked straight into my eyes. My stomach churned while I stood helplessly staring at him, I just couldn't move my eyes from his stare , they were captivating..

His grey eyes were shimmering, they were light grey and scary. His eyes were creepy but if you look closer they were intense, deep and almost impossible to fathom.

My blue eyes grew wide when I felt him slowly approaching me, his tall muscular figure advanced towards me like a predator towards its prey and involuntarily I started taking a step back. His expression didn't change, his stoic face did not reveal an ounce of what he felt, it was hard to make out whether he was breathing in the first place.