The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

~KATALEYA -

"Oh, you were right, there are so many tasty dishes on this menu..." I say, scanning the menu card. Oh, I wish I could have everything... My stomach almost rumbles. I love food. "Choose whatever you want," he says, finally removing his shades and I am happy I can see those gorgeous hazel eyes again. He really is beautiful...

"The menu content is not written on my face, mi amor. Choose." I freeze. What did he just call me? My heart's racing as I stare at him and he c***s a brow. "Are you suddenly deaf, Princesa?"

I swear he... I'm sure he called me... no he wouldn't.

"And seemingly dumb now?" he adds.

"Did you......"

"Did you what?" he asks.

I shake my head, pouting. "Nothing. Mm, I don't know what to order. I think I'll have the same as you," I say, my mind feeling very blank apart from the words I am absolutely certain he had spoken. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. 'Mi amor... maybe I misheard... did I?

He sits back and beckons a waitress over as I look around. I wouldn't really call it a café. It was more like a restaurant, but it did have a nice calm and comfortable atmosphere. With its classy, vibrant interior, and the music, I love it.

We are seated by a window with a stunning view of the water below, with an array of colourful buildings on the other side.

"Are you ready to order, señor?" the woman asks as she smiles at Enrique.

"Get us a mix of the mains, one of everything and whatever specials are available for today," he answers, closing the menu and holding it out to her without even glancing at her.

"Of course, señor, including your favourites?" Oh, I see, so she knows him.

"Yes."

"And drinks?" she asks.

"What would you like?" he asks me instead.

"Maví?" I say looking at the one that said 'popular' on the menu.

"And you, señor?" the woman asks. I glance at her, thinking she's not even acknowledging what I said....

"The same," Enrique replies coldly.

"Of course. There's a fifteen-minute wait time, I will have the drink sent immediately." She smiles sweetly at him, and I look down slowly, and close my menu.

I am about to hold it out to her when she takes it from me as she turns; her smile dropping instantly.

I've done nothing to upset her.

She walks off and I look over at Enrique, wondering why she reacted like that. "What is it?" he asks. "Nothing." Shaking my head, I give him a small smile.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Ignore her. Some women are annoying. Then again, you should know that, since you can also be annoying."

"Can I? I don't think I am annoying... maybe a little stubborn, but you are stubborn too," I add cheekily.

"Yes, but we are talking women here," he remarks with a small, mocking smile.

I sigh as I fiddle with my necklace. "I don't mean to," I muse, turning the locket over in my hand. He reaches over, his hand gripping my wrist tightly.

"Don't."

"Excuse me?" I question, my heart thumping when his knuckles brush my cleavage, making my eyes flash pink.

"Don't tempt me," he warns huskily. His eyes flicker gold as he looks down at my necklace- or more like my breasts and I want him...

"Oh..." I murmur, my heart racing.

Our eyes meet once again and I'm unable to look away, as if the magnetic pull of those dreamy hazel eyes with thick lashes are tugging me into their magical abyss.

His hand doesn't move. The pleasure that dances through me takes my breath away. At some point, he slipped the locket from my fingers and he's now playing with it, rubbing the metal heart between his thumb and index finger. His hand caresses my breasts, sending delicious sparks through me.

"Tell me... did you wear this top to entice me?" he murmurs, this time it's my turn to gulp, my throat suddenly feeling dry, my heart feeling like it will explode.

He's close... too close...

His scent is making my mind go blank and all I can think of are the way his lips move... remembering the feel of them against mine...

"N-no..." I murmur, trying to organise my thoughts. It's extremely hot in here. I feel too hot.

"Hmm..." his gaze dips down again when someone clears their throat loudly.

Gasping, I quickly push him away, my necklace burning against my skin at the sudden move as it's pulled from his hold. I stare at the waitress, who looks like she just ate a sour pickle.

"Um, your drinks..." she says, trying to smile at Enrique, who now moves back, resting his elbow on the back of the seat rest.

I place a hand on my chest, taking a deep breath. The waitress takes one glass from the tray and is about to put it in front of Enrique when he looks up at her, now giving her his full attention for the first time.

"The Diosa is always served first." He motions towards me with his head as the woman freezes before she looks at me, her heart racing.

"Oh, no... it's..." my words fade when I look across at him.

Diosa... he called me diosa...

"Sorry Sir." The waitress forces a smile, turning to me.

Be still my heart. But it doesn't, ringing loudly in my ears as she places the glass before me.

"Next time... make sure you treat her with respect... if you wish to continue working here, that is," he warns quietly, his eyes icy, as the woman lowers her head apologetically.

"I'm sorry, sir, miss..."

"Get us another waiter," Enrique says and I wave my hand, wanting to tell him it's alright. But at the same time, I don't want to disrespect him by speaking against him or trigger him. If I'm to disagree with him, I should do it in private, not public. Especially not in front of the woman he was just defending me against.

"Yes, of course." The woman lowers her head in shame as she walks away.

"It was not a big deal. I was not offended," I say, looking at the man who looks dangerously handsome as he sits there, irritation written across his handsome face.

"I was."

"Does it annoy you if someone disrespects me?" I ask, unable to stop the small smile that crosses my face at his obvious irritation at my question.

He then gives me a sceptical look as he picks up his glass. "For someone who has far more brains than any girl I have ever met, surely you know the answer to that question. No?" 6

Smiling, I pick up my glass, unable to shake off the elated feeling of happiness that courses through me.

"I do," I reply, about to cross my legs when I feel Enrique's legs trap one of mine between his.

"But since I defended you, I deserve a reward, don't you think?" he asks.

I pout, tilting my head. "But I didn't ask you to." I bat my lashes innocently. "So I owe you nothing."

"Then I will make you want to owe me..." he says, placing his glass down, and my eyes widen when I feel his hand on my thigh under the table igniting a very familiar ache in my core. One that yearns to be satiated by his touch alone.