Why deceive me??
66. What Is She Doing Here?

He was, well, different from all others. He was handsome, in the conventional sense, and he had that appearance that could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light-toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, as you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words. His smile, which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them, flaunted his modesty and humility. Often, you could see a hint of pain in his sparkling eyes, which would disappear as suddenly as it emerged. He sometimes spoke too fast, which perhaps revealed how much agony he concealed within himself. Above all were his frame and his stature. He was extremely muscular, with 8-pack abs or 16 cm biceps. However, he could stand out in a crowd, which was mostly due to his way of carrying himself. He was the kind who had girls swooning over him. But he was simple and innocent. He was perhaps, just one in a million, who was "nothing special, but all the same unique".

Mrs. Phillip was having a hard time gaining control over herself.

"What kind of a daughter doesn't call her mum?" She yelled.

"Chill mum, I've been busy," Katie defended.

"Busy you say? How can you even have the guts to tell me that?" Mrs. Philip yelled "Mum, I'm working," She retorted. "You can't expect me to call every single day," "What about Ronnie? Have you been hearing from her?" Mrs. Phillip asked. "Well, we spoke often but not always. She's fine," She replied, nonchalantly. Mrs. Phillip sighed. When will her daughter change?

"Where are you? Why is everywhere noisy?" Mrs. Phillip asked.

"Mum, Amma have to call you back," Katie said, and without waiting for a reply, hung up.

Mrs. Phillip looked at the dead phone and sighed.

Katie entered the club in full swing. She entered with her group of high-class model friends and started dancing even from the door. She got tired after some time.

Katie had let her hair grow while living in Europe. Her hair was just some inches longer and she looked exactly like the replica of Ronnie. She knew she had a low tolerance for alcohol but what was the point of going to a club without getting drunk? She drank multiple shots and danced with numerous guys. She was swaying her hips to the rhythm while yelling like a mad woman.

Daniel, who had just come into the club, saw her dancing. He looked closely at her and gasped.

"Ronnie? What is she doing here?" He asked no one in particular.

He made his way toward her and dragged her out of the bar, despite her attempt to break free from him.

"Leave me alone." She whined.

He ignored her and walked toward the car. He opened it and shoved her inside.

"Mr, this is kidnapping and besides, I have my car," She argued.

"Stay put," He said and close the door

Drunken Katie sulked in the back seat. "He just ruined my party,"

Along the way, Daniel would glance at her and sigh. How the hell did she come to this country?

After a few miles, they finally stopped in front of a house. He stopped the car and came down from it. He turned around to find the already sleeping Katie. He gently carried her into the house. She was reeking of alcohol. Once he arrived at the guest room, he gently places her on the bed. He could see she applied a lot of makeup. Since when did she apply such an amount of makeup?

He reached for her feet and removed her shoes. After that was done, he took his hands down to the back of her gown. He reached for the zip and within seconds of struggling, successfully removed her gown. Her front view was amazing. He glanced up at the lace bra and matching panties she was putting on. It was hard for him but he averted his gaze from her body. He reached for the bra and removed that also. Her breasts were full and inviting.

"Darn it, Daniel," He cursed and immediately covered her body with the blanket. He took out some wipes and reached for her face. He cleaned every single piece of makeup he could find on her face. "Still as beautiful as ever," He said and smiled.

After tucking her in bed, he stood up and headed to his room to retire for the day.

He took his bath, dried his hair, and slumped on the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief as he placed his hand on his face.

DANIEL'S POV

What is Ronnie doing here? How did she even think of coming here? I thought she got a decent job that could afford her to pay her unconscious mother's medical fees. Something doesn't seem right. The Ronnie I know would do anything to stay with her mother. She couldn't leave her mother in the hospital to go to another country to have fun or anything. She couldn't be seen in a nightclub. Maybe something was wrong. I'll have to ask her in the morning.

Her body looked so tempting and inviting. It was as If it was calling me to her. Why was I even thinking about her in that way?

I was having a hard time in the office before I decided to come to the club to cool off my head. I had barely taken two shots of whiskey when I spotted her dancing and swaying her hips on the dance floor. I was shocked and decided to take her away from there.

There are many things I'd like to tell her. Like how I'm in love with her, how I've always been in love with he from the very first time I saw her. She was such a nice young lady who cares only about her mother. I just hope she's not in love with someone else. I know she isn't my mate but I need her by my side for the rest of my life. Well, all that thoughts would be for another day. But for now, I'll have to get a good night's sleep as I'd scare her if my face was looking like a ghost in the morning.