Free Web NovelChapter 122: The Man Of Her Dreams
The chaotic world around her stilled and blurred.
All sound droned out, all other existence ceased to exist.
Her eyes fixated on one man only, the man of her dreams.
Skyla seemed to have been transported back nine years ago. The very night she had met him for the first time. For he looked the same.
Same costume, same get-up, same hair and same eyes.
He emerged on the stage, striding forward on his infinitely long legs. For the briefest of seconds, their gazes collided.
Her dazed one with his savvy one, a hint of mischief cooly simmered under his.
If she could see his face she would know there was a profound smirk playing on it.
He had cleverly planned it and perfectly executed it just to see her reaction.
By God, she didn’t disappoint.
The tint of mahogany he so loved was decorating her cheeks as her mouth lay open giving him the view of her pearly whites.
The presenter enthusiastically continued in the background as Zyair honoured the audience with his presence.
"Let’s hear it for Mr. Zyair presenting our version of Kakashi Hatake’s costume. Constructed from the finest of..." The presenter resumed explaining all the specifications of the neat and stylish costume he adorned.
Skyla’s hungry gaze followed him like a puppy, no matter how much she tried she couldn’t tear it away.
Reaching the end of the ramp he posed for the audience and the hall went berserk as he did his signature move and then rubbed the back of his head. Hundreds of cameras and mobile phones flashed, capturing him and his magnificent body.
He elegantly paused, letting them soak him in.
"Zyair!"
"Zyair!"
The chants went around the hall, loud and cheerful.
He raised his glovelette adorned hand. The music dulled out and the cheering slowed down.
"Good evening! Angel City," his deeply dark and affluently rich voice rang out and the hall ruptured again, answering.
Some of the females were shouting at the top of their lungs and incessantly crying. If the security wasn’t holding them back they would have jumped on the ramp.
"Thank you for joining us and making this event a huge success. I would like to invite my Anime Department, our collaborator B&Js, and my secretary, Skyla. She is also the head of our Anime department. It was because of her incredible efforts that we were able to hold such a magnificent event. Let’s hear it for them."
Zyair turned and tilted his head at her, spreading his arm in Skyla’s direction. She was still reeling from the shock he had given her.
"Come Skyla!" Mawar ushered her forward and onto the stage so they could join Mr. Zyair.
She walked like a zombie, her heart thundered in her constricted chest. Some of the memories of that night when he had made love to her kept bombarding her over-fried brain.
Hot, why was she feeling so hot? The closer she stepped to him the faster her heart beat and more her body quivered in a gripping nervousness.
He had done it on purpose to elicit such a reaction from her, she was sure of that and yet she couldn’t get angry.
Instead, she wanted him to grab her waist and kiss her.
’Stupid brain, idiot heart. Let me focus,’ she pleaded with herself but her treacherous body had secretly colluded with him. He held the invisible strings like a puppeteer and she was being pulled like a magnet.
"Miss Skyla," his silvery voice, soft and teasing pulled her out of her stupor. His mischievous oceanic eyes were drilling holes in her.
He had been saying something because the crowd around her was clapping and so was the anime team as they were taking a bow.
She stupidly smiled and thanked the audience. Her voice seemed raspy and nervous, Skyla couldn’t even feel her legs so she held onto Mawar’s hand.
"You alright?" Mawar whispered to her in concern as they posed for the audience and hundreds of cameras flashed in their eyes.
Zyair was clapping, standing at the side along with the crowd.
"Yeah, I am a bit overwhelmed. I guess," Skyla wanted to get down from this stage and disappear.
His proximity and his ravenous eyes were too much for her fragile body. The luscious images her brain kept bombarding at her were too much. freёwebnoѵel.com
They finally descended the stage. Huria and Lawrence caught up to them with cheerful smiles and hugs went all around. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
"That was what I call a tremendous show. I am so proud of you, girl." Huria caught her in a bone-crunching hug. The smile on her face told Skyla how proud she was of her friend.
"Thank you, I had an amazing team and a very supportive boss." She glanced around to find him but just like he had appeared out of nowhere, he had vanished again. A subtle disappointment descended in her heart.
"This went even better than I had imagined. You should see the praises everyone is singing. Well mostly they are about our boss but people are mentioning you too."
Lawrence was showing her social media posts and live streams people had been doing. People were super impressed with the way the event had been organised and panned out.
"It surely did. Let me see the guests out now so I will catch you guys."
They proceeded to bid farewell to all the important personalities. Skyla individually thanked everyone for their time and enthusiasm.
By the time the hall emptied, Skyla’s jaw had stiffened from keeping a smile fixed on it. She was so tired that all she wanted to do was collapse on a bed and sleep.
She made her way backstage and thanked all the personnel and models too. Sending them off she ensured that everything was wrapped up nicely. The whole anime department chipped in to get the work done quickly and efficiently. They had turned into quite a formidable team.
It was decided that they will hit a bar to celebrate so everyone was ready to leave including Lawrence, Huria and Erdith. But Skyla’s bag was in one of the changing rooms so she needed to fetch it before leaving.
"You guys go ahead, I will meet you outside. I need to get my bag," she informed them and they nodded.
"You need me to come with you?" Huria asked her friend while checking her make-up with her front cam.
"No, it will just take a minute." Skyla waved at her and headed off. Her black loafers made small thudding sounds on the tiled floor.
The studio had almost emptied out, now the cleaning department was here to bring the place into its sparkling state and restore it to its original glory.
She reached the room and turned the door handle before entering it. It was dark inside so she fumbled for the switch on the wall and finally turned on the lights. Flooding the small room with a pale yellow hue.
Her eyes roamed in search of her purse and landed on the sofa in the corner. What she found there made her heart jump in her throat and a startled scream left her.
She found her purse all alright but she found something so much more.
