Page 2 of Lethal Infatuation

There were five minutes remaining until I reached my goal for the day. I had to be one of God's favourites because it would take me the same amount of time to reach my hotel.

My skin prickled and felt like it was on fire, but it certainly wasn't due to the release of endorphins or the build-up of lactic acid. No, this was something different. I could feel eyes on me and I knew exactly who those eyes belonged to.

TWO

Kehlani looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress. I caught a glimpse of her mesmerising attire when I last checked on her in the bridal suite.

As an event coordinator and it being my best friend's special day, I had to split my priorities in two different categories.

The first being the coordinator to ensure everything ran smoothly and efficiently at the venue, the second being me showing up as a best friend to provide moral support for the bride.

The final hour before the ceremony began, I did the relevant checks. Once everything was in place, I headed to my hotel suite to freshen up and change.

A chic, rose gold coloured, draped, backless, body-con dress was the outfit of choice.

Kehlani was the type of woman who'd encourage her guests to wear something extravagant to any of herevents, especially her wedding. If you wanted your name jotted down on her list of public enemies, all you needed to do was wear something lacklustre.

The dress hugged my figure perfectly. I turned my back towards the mirror and my eyes widened. I never liked showing skin, but I suppose this was the perfect occasion.

I'm almost certain the main reason my best friend chose Cabo as her destination was due to the weather. Aside from the breathtaking views, the weather never disappointed.

My make up was minimal and, for the first time in months, I straightened my hair, letting it cascade down my bare back. Gold jewellery adorned my tan skin and nude, strappy heels matched the champagne colour of my outfit perfectly.

I grabbed my purse, placing my essentials inside of it, and then made my way down to the venue. Luckily, everything was in walking distance. When I reached the venue, half of the guests were already seated.

I stood behind the last row of seats where people were already seated, keeping my eye on the area in front of me. Everything seemed to be going as planned and there was nothing out of the ordinary or of any concern. I flicked my wrist, gaging that Kehlani and Kayden should be making their appearance in the next twenty minutes. Give or take.

The wind blew slightly, caressing my skin. The breeze was warm and the smell of fresh flowers surrounded me.

I planned to head to the bridal suite, but decided against it, knowing that anything could happen down here and that Kehlani was most likely already overwhelmed. Most of her family members were with her, so one more person added to the equation would definitely make her head explode.

A smooth, familiar voice pulled me out of my reverie and had me freezing on the spot. I looked straight ahead, too afraid to turnaround. "I knew you looked familiar."

I knew exactly who that voice belonged to. How could I ever forget it? I could feel his presence a few feet away from me and I slowly turned around, making eye contact with none other than Nicolas.

Clad in all black, my lips parted slightly at the sight. The man looked absolutely ravishing. A dress shirt that was definitely tailored because it fit him perfectly, wrapping around his muscular frame.

The sleeves were rolled up twice, revealing his inked forearms. Two buttons undone, displaying his smooth, tan chest. A silver chain hung around his neck, quite the contrast to his skin tone. The veins in his arm were prominent, disappearing underneath the silver watch adorning his left wrist.

His attire screamed excellence, every garment was meticulous. The shirt was tucked into his slacks with a black belt wrapped around his trimmed waist. The only ounce of colour besides his chain was provided by the silver buckle.

At this point, the man could've been the angel of death, appearing when you least expected him. His hair was sleeked back, making his sharp jawline and grey irises the centre of attraction. He flashed me a smile, but something about it seemed so…dark.

"Please don't tell meyou'reNicolas Calisto." I remembered the name from the guest list, but never thought the person behind the name would be him of all people.

"Should I lie to you, then?" His eyes roamed over my body, excruciatingly slow. The action was shameless, the look on his face portraying the fact that he didn't care if I saw him ogling me or not.

"Small world." I didn't want to indulge in unnecessary conversation by asking him how he knew the bride and groom. That wasn't any of my business.

"Indeed it is." His voice was cool and calm, sending a shiverdown my spine. It felt like ice water trickled down the length of my back. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, so do you." Courteousness. That's what my mother instilled in me. No matter the situation, I always had to maintain a level of respect—though I might've lost my composure when we initially met.

The circumstances were rather strange.

He stepped closer, towering over me. The man was extremely tall, forcing me to crane my neck slightly to look at him. With both hands in his pockets, he looked down at me leisurely.

"You're the event planner?"

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