Chapter 5

• STARVATION
• The air in this room completely vanished as I entered the door and it felt totally thick on my skin.
• The sound of the door closing from behind me makes me inwardly flinch as my eyes do not steer away from Kieran’s. The feeling inside my body right now feels completely different from before I entered this room. I can not explain how nerve-wracking this actually feels like, most importantly how I embarrassed myself during his speech at the campus.
• Psh, he must not have remembered that right?
• I finally find the courage to move my legs from where I was glued to standing and started walking towards the sitting area where the two of them were expecting me. As I started to walk toward him, my heart is in absolute knots and every step closer makes my feet feel cemented on the floor but I drag them. As much as possible, I avoid his gaze.
• "Miss Winchester, thank you so much for making it today." Carol welcomes me with her usual sweet smile.
• I smiled nervously and lost the courage to actually respond to her as soon as I felt Kieran’s ridiculously domineering and powerful presence as he is standing close by. My attention travels to Carol as soon as she continues, "I would like you to meet our VVIP client, Mr. Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli."
• Ahh ahh, no need for an introduction or any of that kind for a man named Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli.
• He is a man like that. His long list of achievements speaks for how influential he is.
• A man who no longer needs any form of introduction has done something so almighty above all.
• That is Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli.
• I know him. Just like everybody else, I know him.
• I know him well enough that he is that guy who had bought a highly expensive ring worth millions of dollars for that heiress.
• I know him well enough that he’s that guy who had invested millions of dollars in his philanthropic activities and venturing to farming technologies.
• My eyes slowly moved towards Kieran, who is now standing right in front of me, and as soon as I locked my eyes with his, I feel an insane amount of pressure in the deepest parts of my stomach. I know how powerful, wealthy and influential this man is and he makes me feel totally conscious of what I wore today. I basically wore the same set of suits that I wore yesterday but with a different inner shirt. He makes me wonder how I should act in front of him or what I should say to avoid disappointing him.
• I don’t know where my voice went to but my head is completely charmed by the way this outstandingly handsome man looks at me.
• Different.
• Totally different.
• "Good morning Miss Winchester." He greets me with his deep and caramelized voice that sent shivers all over my body from head to toe. His voice sounded like melted caramel, fresh from the microwave that is about to be poured into a cup of hot coffee. "I am honored to personally meet you."
• My eyes landed on his big hand which he had already extended towards me, reminding myself that he means business. I shake my head sideways as I hear his incredibly deep and raspy voice asking, "Is there something wrong with a handshake?"
• I gaped in shock as soon as I realized that I have been acting stupid in front of him. He might have thought that I shook my head because I did not want to. "You seem to shake your head, so I think it is a no?"
• I clear my throat and instantly grabbed his hand, a little bit too abrupt, to accept his handshake, "I am sorry. My mind is elsewhere." I reasoned and realized that I was being a stupid klutz.
• A voice in my head tells me that perhaps he might think that I am not paying attention to my first client meeting. "I am sorry." I blurted out again as I keep stammering in my words. "I did not mean to say that I was not paying attention to you. Trust me, I am. It... It is just that I am very much overwhelmed right now."
• Kieran gazes at our hands before looking back into my eyes, "You have some tight grip."
• I travel my eyes at our hands as well, realizing that my grip has gotten tighter on his hand, without even realizing what I have absentmindedly done. I gape realizing what he pointed out as I pulled my hand away almost instantly, feeling my cheeks getting a little warmer than earlier. "I am so sorry," I repeated as embarrassing and redundant as it sounds. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry. I did not mean to."
• "Please, you do not have to be nervous in front of me Miss Winchester." He speaks with such a tempting low and raspy voice. "I do not bite."
• Bite. A voice repeats it in the back of my head.
• Bite me.
• I mentally shake that off.
• "I am sorry." I say once again, snapping myself out of my stupidity.
• Carol nervously laughs as she widens her eyes at me, signaling that I should gather myself together to avoid further embarrassment. Honestly, her eyes widening in my direction, only causes me to think that she is giving me a warning. Well, of course, I know that she did not want to get embarrassed too, we are basically talking to Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli.
• "Let us all have a seat. Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli?" She gestures and offers.
• "Of course. Thank you." He responds and sits on the couch where he had sat earlier.
• Calm, preposterously calm but he is got that presence which makes everyone feel…. perhaps nervous?
• She turns to me, "Miss Winchester?"
• I sat down too, "Thank you, Miss Hayes."
• I am now sitting on the other couch that is opposite Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli and I am still trying to eat away the embarrassing thing that I have done earlier after grabbing his hand absentmindedly and stupidly gripping tight on it as if I needed help.
• Hell, I just grabbed a multi-billionaire just like that. With that swift action, it could mean disrespect to him, as a rich businessman. He can file a case against me for harassment. He can ban me anywhere he wants for something stupid that I have done. Most rich people, as wealthy as this man, do not want to be touched since poor people have no right to. That is the sad truth about living in a world with hierarchy.
• For a moment, I forgot that I needed to work badly and that he is potentially going to be my boss.
• To be honest, I am still completely speechless that I am in one room with him as he sits there impressively and impassively quiet with his leg over the other while his eyes are studying me from head to toe. In the back of my head, I am guessing that he is probably wondering what in hell I am wearing, or what brand these lame clothes are, or possibly trying to analyze me through first impressions.
• Calm, is a word that best describes him. Even his aura seems calm, it is insane.
• His arm is resting on the armrest as he is relaxing his back on the couch as his eyes are relaxed but at the same time completely emotionless. He must think I am stupid after what I have done and I can not blame him for thinking so.
• He most definitely looks like the eye of the storm that is ready to ravage whenever he wants to but yet his composed and collective equanimity looks so elegant that it drives me on the edge. He looks darn good, hell even great to be honest, even though he is not even moving or saying anything.
• He is just merely sitting there doing absolutely freaking nothing but he looks like a god that is about to bring people to his knees.
• The tension in this room is out of this world as his eyes, perhaps in hues of bluish-gray, are pierced right at me as if he is observing every corner of my face. Wait, is he checking me out? I could laugh at my thought for a second because it sounded absolutely and ridiculously funny. I mean, Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli? Checking ME out?
• Stupid Florence.
• Stupid stupid stupid.
• You are just plain stupid at times.
• This man could make any woman kneel down in front of him to suck his cock without him asking for it, so why would he give a damn about a mere plain and boring college girl like you?
• His presence alone is power itself and he knows damn well how to carry himself perfect enough to make any woman squirm just by sitting opposite him.
• "Miss Winchester." Carol ’s voice interrupts me from my own scattered thoughts, "Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli is your client and this meeting would help the both of you understand and discuss the things that will be beneficial for both parties."
• I answer with a nod, "I am very much honored to have been chosen right away after my interview and I am willing to discuss things with you, Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli."
• Client?
• Wait wait wait.
• How long have I been stupid?
• If he is here then that means this dangerously handsome man is a client then that means…
• He has a child.
• My brows slightly crease in the middle of my forehead as I think about how absolutely stupid I am sitting in front of him.
• "Are you okay Miss Winchester?" Kieran questions curiously with an inquisitive look in his eyes.
• He has a freaking child of his own which is why he is looking for a nanny. Stupid Florence. I was not aware of the fact that he has a child, nor know much about him, really. But was not he reported to have been engaged with that hotel and casino heiress?
• What was her name again?
• Ugh, I forgot.
• But... a child?
• I can not seem to put my finger on it.
• Perhaps it is his love child?
• Or his child from his previous girlfriend? Or previous previous girlfriend?
• I have not really read much personal news about him because he is mostly known for his career, business, and generosity when it comes to philanthropy. I have mostly seen pictures of him before but have never really paid attention to him alone since he was not that important anyway.
• Maybe I can search more about his background online after this meeting.
• "I am fine." I answer softly.
• "You look like you are constipated." He responds.
• Bad. Waaay bad compliment,