Hello dear all :-) I am finally updating this story and sorry for the wait but honestly, these days are so full and busy..

I very much hope you'll enjoy it and please let me know with your comments, for me it's very important! Thank you very much for being such wonderful and cheerful fans and readers ans always sharing your emotions and ideas with me! xox

Here we have Enna and we understand his personality, his world, his mind ... and then, a little extra in the end.

Dedicated to all of you and in particular to jbookworm100 as a super thank you for being such a great fan and reading my stories!

On the right, a picture of our sensual and gorgeous Enna ...

Enjoy!

-SAME DAY. DUBLIN, IRELAND-

ENNA POV

I observed the shape of her face and head right there in front of me and studied the complex of her skin and hair, then resting my eyes on the shades of hers. Hmm, she asked for a very dark colour, but that wouldn’t go well with such pale complex and would only kill the sparkle in her eyes. This lady had bright and smiling eyes and so why to shadow them with the wrong tint?

“May I venture my personal opinion and professional advice?” I politely asked her, since she was new in our salon and just came over because apparently a friend of her spoke well of me.

“Of course, my friend said that I should shut-up, sit here and let you do whatever you want.” I slightly giggled at her comment and gave her a flattered and sweet smile. She blushed and I mentally shook my head.

This lady was probably around forty-five and I sure was not the most masculine and testosterone oozing man out there, but she seemed to find me attractive and I discreetly caught her peeking at me from the mirror and almost staring with wide eyes. Of course she did not realize I saw that, because it was part of my job to pretend not seeing it. I purposely caressed my hair, today arranged in an intricate and researched plat and gave her another smile through the mirror.

“You are too nice with me, but I shall make sure that your trust will be perfectly repaid.” I turned the chair and now she was facing me directly. “You see, your skin has a beautiful and delicate pale complexion and the colour you asked for, oh dear me, will only clash with that and it will as well shadow that sparkling green light radiating from your eyes.”

She stared at me almost gawking and I shot a quick and hard stare to Priya when she let out a muffled snort and then smirked at me. My friend wasn’t exactly the most subtle person and she would directly tell a client whether his/her ideas were bad; but she had magical hands and the way she crafted hairdos was surely a beautiful and perfect masterpiece.

“You think so?”

“Yes, it is obviously your decision and I shall do as you prefer, but I believe that a lighter tone mixed with the right amount of thin sun-light strands will give you the perfect look.” I indulged my eyes on hers just a tiny longer to be sure she was going to follow my advice. I knew I was right and wouldn’t permit a client to leave this salon and my chair with the wrong head. Not a chance. I blinked then and softly smiled. She blinked and then blushed. I won her!

“I am in your hands.” I could almost hear the following part of her sentence, but alas, even if this lady was indeed very pretty and had a lovely figure, well, she did not appeal me, for I was gay.

Gay, loud and proud. And probably people thought I was as well extremely flamboyant, but I wouldn’t describe myself as flamboyant, but rather androgynous and delicate-looking. Although I was not a doll made of porcelain, even if my skin was very fair and pale.

Well, my being openly gay wasn’t something easy to mistake, given my demeanour and style, but I never hid it. If people had something against it, they should come to me and give me a rational and intelligent reason for their opinion and usually they never had such things, therefore I would brush their ignorant and narrow-minded comments away and continue for my way. It was them being wrong and not me.

“Wonderful dear Kate, then shall we begin? You are going to look like a cover model and all of your colleagues will line to have a date with you.” That was the final blow and the blush reached her neck and ears and I knew she was totally in my hands.

Now I could work the way it was supposed to be.

I excused myself from her and walked away to prepare the tint and the pieces of papers to apply to her hair in order to make the sun-lights and right then I heard my friend behind me chuckling and stopping beside me.

“Oh my, Enna. You were about to melt the poor lady out there.” Priya peeked at the mix and gave me her approving smile. “Oh but you got your way. It was so entertaining to see her going flustered and embarrassed in front of such a beautiful and feminine man.”

“Priya, you’re terrible, you know this, yes?” I cocked my head to the side and crooked my dark brow.

“But you worked your way out and I admire the way you always beautifully play with them and hold your gaze as if hypnotizing the client. It always works, you must teach me.”

I giggled and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

“It’s a secret my pretty princess.” I winked and brushed a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“You are the terrible one, not me.” She said shaking her head. The phone in the other room rang and my friend rushed out to answer it.

We were lacking personnel here, because since last year the amount of job has sky-rocketed and now we had to literally run to manage everything, but no matter what I told our manager and owner of the salon, he didn’t care. It was just three of us working here full-time and one part-timer and believe me when I say that wasn’t remotely enough. Our manager, a nice man around fifty that had experience in London and Paris, was a very capable person, but terribly stubborn and did not have the right nose for business and tended to turn us into overly stressed examples of Stakhanovite. And his disorganized management of the place led to some problems, especially personal problems and a couple of good workers left. Therefore now it was just me, Priya and another girl named Sarah and a young guy, David, working part-time.

Oh dear me, that created so many problems also to me, but in a way they helped to take that decision and shove Michael out of my life.

Michael, dear me.

I sighed and closed my eyes a moment remembering his last words and a long cold shiver travelled my spin and made me shudder not nicely. I sighed again. What was I thinking when I agreed to go out with him two years ago? Nothing. Simply nothing. I just let his looks and fake good manners deceive me and for once I decided not to listen to my instinct and sixth sense and simply try something else, something new. I should have known better.

What a mistake it had been.

Michael used to be my former lover, my partner you would say, and at first he seemed a very gentle and caring man, intelligent and smart and only a tiny too caring and I did not want to see it that he wasn’t being protective, but actually drastically controlling. And almost violent in his being jealous. I shivered again at the memory of his last words and at the way he raised his fist and left it there in the air only an inch away from my mouth.

I had never stood violence, especially when it was pointless and used to control and abuse other people. That was unforgivable, as it was unforgivable the mistake of not listening to my sixth sense about dating that man.

What an inexcusable mistake on my part.

Even dad didn’t like Michael and kept asking me whether he behaved well and gentle with me or not and let’s not say a word about my sister. Ciara never went along with him and once she even slapped his face when she caught him yelling at me for no reason. Oh wait, the reason was the fact that Cillian, one of my dearest friends, had sent me a message to wish me happy birthday. According to Michael I had a secret relationship with my best friend and someone that was for me a brother. Of course, that of course was the case, don’t you think so? He probably never considered the fact that Cillian was completely straight and no matter how androgynous I may look, how feminine I may appear, at the end of the day I still was a man and a man with pride and a thick stubborn head. I sighed again and mixed the tints carefully, then looking for those papers I needed.

Where did Sarah put them?

“Sarah sweetheart, where did you put the papers to make the sun-lights?” I called from behind the door that separated the main shop from the private office.

Sarah bobbed her bright red head from the counter and gave me a confused look and when I arched my brows she suddenly remembered and blew me kiss.

“Besides the usual cabinet, honey.” She winked and I sent a kiss back and reached for the cabinet she meant and found everything.

Of course even my female colleagues were a problem for Michael and no matter the fact I was gay down in the marrow, the situation was getting out of control; dangerously out of control.

Yes, a colossal and biblical mistake that didn’t end when I decided to break our relationship; since then Michael had turned into a quite scaring stalker, but according to the police there was nothing I could do about that, because he never really touched me or offended me. Of course, he only scared me to death most of the time, but that wasn’t relevant. It wasn’t relevant the fact that someone would pop in front of you out of the blue in the middle of somewhere, knowing he had followed you, or surprise you at night with phone calls or waiting for you at the door and yelling where I had been, as if I was his possession.

I hated possessive men with all my heart and I swore to never get close to another one through my entire life, even if he were to be only remotely protective. Never ever again.

I walked back and began to work on the client and she started chatting about clothes and a fancy dinner that she would attend at the end of the week. I gave her my opinion about in which dress she would look fabulous and which colour would make her skin and hair stand out most. She just absorbed every single words and stared at me in awe; I think I advised her according her taste, but in a far better way.

“Now tell me, what do you think of your hair? Don’t you look absolutely gorgeous and breath-taking? Look at your eyes, they sparkle even more now.” I asked her once the whole process was over and her hairdo was done and looking perfect.

I bent slightly down to fix a strand of hair and then turned the chair and gave her a mirror to better observe the back of the head. Kate stared at her almost incredulous and then she turned her radiant face to me and smiled while blushing.

“Oh Enna, my friend was so right about you and about your salon.”

“You like it, are you satisfied?” She nodded and looked again at her hair. It always gave me incredible joy to please a client and give them the right opinion and make them look fabulous. “But dear Kate, I simply work here, it is not my salon.”

“It should be, don’t you think so Kate, too? Enna would be the best boss ever.” Priya chirped in and I shot her a quick crooked glare, but she brushed it away waving me off and going to look at the client’s face. “You would look delicious with a touch of silvery grey and green, with those eyes it’d be perfect.” Of course she had to give her make-up advices, but what to say, my dear friend had a stunning taste and always gave the perfect final touch.

“Thank you very much and definitely pet, you should be the owner here. I can tell you have all the qualities, because you managed to make me change idea completely in just a blink of those eyes of yours and I love it. If you ever decide to go for it, give me a call, I shall help you.” She handed me her business card and now it was me blushing and brushing behind an ear an invisible strand of hair.

“You are too kind, Kate, but thank you very much. I am glad you are satisfied.”

“Oh believe me, I am more than just satisfied.” She shook my hand and fixed another appointment for next week, simply to make hairdo. Sarah proposed her our products and she bought a shampoo and conditioner. And must say that from the tip she left us, well, Kate was indeed more than satisfied.

“And so now your pretty skinny ass got us a new client. High five, babbu.” Priya whispered hugging me and kissing my cheek and I shook my head and kissed her cheek back. She winked and walked back to her client, now ready for a new haircut.

Around lunch time I took a short break, since I had been walking around and working since very early in the morning and felt my legs quite tired. Right when I was about to bite my sandwich, the door opened and Cillian stepped inside the shop with an overly huge smirk and I already knew what that was about.

“Enna, are you lazing around?” He sat beside me behind the counter and I sighed relieved that the owner wasn’t around today and we had just a young guy as client.

“You’re terribly rude, you know that, yes? I have been working my butt off since this morning and not pretending to work like you.” I playfully scoffed and then set my arms over his neck and rested a moment my head on his shoulder.

Cillian was a wonderful person and always gave me a feeling of being secure and solid, because he was a confident and strong person; he was also extremely attractive with his dark locks and dark grey eyes, with his purposely unshaved stubble and the smirk of someone that knew of being attractive. Yes, he was a bit cocky and arrogant, alright, let us remove the “a bit”, but Cillian was a special person, because he was always there for me. Sometimes I wondered why he couldn’t be the one, since he basically had all the characteristics that matched with my personality, but probably we were just destined to be friends.

“Yeah, you’re right enough, I pretend to work, but what to say? That’s what you do when you become a college professor.” I slapped the back of his neck and he faked a snort of pain. “You’re being nasty baby, why is that? Are you neglecting your physical needs and now feeling frustrated?”

“You are just unbelievable, such impudence.” He smirked at my words and then gave me a serious look.

“Is everything ok, Enna? Is he giving you problems? If you let me, I can talk to him nicely and..” I placed a finger over his lips and shook my head. I knew what he meant with talking nicely and sure didn’t want my best friend involved with such problems.

“It is everything fine, Cillian and haven’t heard from him in more than two weeks and anyway, I can take care of myself.” It somehow ticked me off the fact that people thought I was fragile and weak only because of my looks. That wasn’t true.

“You know I worry for you because you’re my friend. I don’t think you are weak, Enna.” He saw through me and I felt bad for snapping at him.

“I know, sorry.” He smiled and winked. “But really Cillian, don’t worry and please, absolutely no nice talking.” He rolled his dark-grey eyes and snorted. “Now, forget about him and tell me the name of the poor girl that gave you such an conceited and obvious smirk.”

My friend chuckled and sat on the stool.

“Nothing serious, man. Just a girl I met today and we are going out tonight for drinks and you and Priya must come with me. I don’t want to give her the idea it’s something serious and official.”

“Who just called the fabulous me?” Priya waltzed to us and went to hug our friend from the other side of the counter. “Hey handsome, hooking up with someone tonight and in need of back-up? You are terrible, but I am in and so is our Enna.”

I stared at them, at their radiant faces and conspiratorial smirks and shook my head. I had no choices here.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I am in. Just tell me the place and the time.”

“Oh no baby, I’m coming to your awesome apartment and there we are getting ready together. Today is Friday.”

“Priya love, tomorrow we have work.” I pointed out. She just waved me off again.

“We just have not to drink and that’s all. Now, back to business, tell me about your new conquest that is going to last until tomorrow afternoon.”

I left them talking about that and just tuned them off while enjoying my sandwich and fruit salad. When I was done I fixed Cillian’s hair. By the end of the day I was not tired, but overly tired and felt like simply staying at home and relaxing on my comfortable couch with a DVD and a Ben and Jerry’s tube, but of course I could not do such thing. When Priya and I went back to my little apartment situated around Ranelagh, a nice area of the Southern Dublin, and not too far from the LUAS, I jumped in the shower while she cooked something typical of her country of origin, given she was from India, and after dinner she had the shower. Must admit she was a great cook, but dear me, she was going to use the whole hot water, I just knew it.

But she was excused the moment she showed me her newest dress and shoes and I clapped my hands excited now at the imminent evening. My dearest friend wore a beautiful peach-colour and gold dress showing her knees and part of her well shaped and fit thighs and leaving her shoulders exposed, and she looked stunning, because those colours complimented her caramel skin and her very dark and shining hair. She applied red lipstick and arranged her hair in a messy bun and that gave the final perfect touch.

As for me, I opted for leaving my hair free and perfectly straight, but played with a soft touch of lip-gloss and mascara, wanting to enhance the blue of my eyes. Then wore a very skinny pair of vintage jeans, a comfy black top that exposed well part of my collarbone and back and I opted for my newest rocker leather jacket I bought the other week. I knew many were going to mistake me for a girl and that was my purpose, since I found it entertaining.

“Why you manage to look always so damn hot? It’s so annoying to think that you’ll have half of the men in the club drooling after you.” Priya said not too quietly inside the taxi that came over to pick us up.

The taxi-driver gave me a not too subtle look and I could tell he had a hard time assessing my gender, therefore I decided to give him a sensual smile and bat of eyelashes and of course he was gone. He gave me his phone number and everything, but then I said I had already someone and my friend just tried not to laugh outrageously loud at his face.

Cillian and his girl of the night were waiting for us at the entrance and we had a table reserved; I spotted then Ciara and a couple of friends and they joined us. Cillain introduced us all and the girl was clearly disappointed they weren’t alone and the moment I hugged my friend and gave him a kiss, she shot me such a dark and hateful glare because she thought I was a girl. Oh dear me, this was going to be funny indeed. Priya received the same treatment, but it was clear I was a guy and my friend wasn’t into Cillian, well, she relaxed and smoothed down.

“Brother of mine!” Ciara shrieked in the middle of the place and jumped on my neck. Yes, my sister was quite the enthusiastic and loud person, but I loved her with all my heart and she was my other half. “So happy you are here! Please tell me you’re going to find someone tonight?”

“Ciara.” I told her with stern voice, but she rolled her blue eyes and winked. “You perfectly know I don’t go for one-night stand.”

“You should give it a try sometimes.” Cillian jumped in the conversation and I sighed. He probably should give a try to serious relationships, but it wasn’t the right moment to tell him so, given he was out with a girl that wasn’t aware of the fact she was going to last only until tomorrow afternoon.

“Cillian, you should know me well by now and have I ever gone for a one-night thing? That is not me; it simply doesn’t work in that way for me.” I simply said taking a sip from his cocktail.

That was the truth. Aside the fact that it felt so empty and distant, without real and burning passion, because you couldn’t get to know a person in a mere night and therefore couldn’t establish the right connection to have real and ardent love-making, well aside that, the idea did not excite me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to be physically ready for that. I needed the emotional connection to be physically involved and hot and sure one-night did not provide me with that.

“I believe you are right Enna, just one-night stand makes you feel empty.” The girl whose name was Camille said smiling at me. I smiled back and then shot a meaningful glare at Cillian. He wasn’t going to have any tonight and I was glad of that, because I would feel bad for this girl. She was young and she was clearly looking for her knight in the shining armour and sure that wasn’t my best friend.

“Now, enough with the serious talk.” Priya decided to step in and that was very wise. “A toast to the fabulous us and let’s have fun tonight. Enna, coming to dance with me?”

“Yes my princess.” I joked and with that we got up and walked to the dance floor and I felt many pairs of eyes set on me and some men, unaware I was a guy, winked and tried to offer me a drink, but I nicely declined.

Priya and I let the music guide our bodies and soon we were lost in a sensual dance.

-TWO WEEKS LATER. DUBLIN, IRELAND-

EXTERNAL POV

Roman patiently waited in line with the intent of scanning and studying the crowd of people outside the club and saw nothing out of place, but as well nothing that was relevant. Why that bastard had to choose such a loud place to meet? He wasn’t even sure they were going to meet, as it was too dangerous right now to opt for the obvious and surprise and suddenness were the key to keep your throat intact. Well, this wasn’t Roman’s problem, since he knew how to take care of himself very well. He had been coming already for two nights and good thing tonight the bouncers were different.

They finally let him in and he silently stepped inside the club and walked to the usual spot at the corner of the bar. Nobody was going to bother him there for a couple of reasons. His stare and air sent people off and told them to avoid needless danger; and it was the quietest place where waiters almost never saw you, so if you wanted to drink, you better go for another spot. Roman anyway got himself a beer he wasn’t going to drink and set his eyes again on the crowd.

Nothing strange, nothing unusual, nothing worth his time and interest.

Someone slightly bumped against his shoulder and he turned his head and hard and intimidating stare to tell the person to piss off.

Roman sure was not expecting those pair of softly smiling, stunning and ethereal eyes resting on his face for a longer than necessary moment, without saying a word.

Everything for Roman stopped at that precise moment.

He responded the look with more intense and piercing stare and again no words were said. Was this person a human being or a creature of another world?

No, this person in front of Roman could not be a mere and low human being.

The person in front of Roman must be an angel.

Yes, a beautiful angel.

An angel with long and straight white-blonde hair and a pure and a heart-warming smile, fair and pale skin and inviting glossy lips. Were angels supposed to look like that? Roman did not know, since he never believed in them, but now, what to do? There stood an angel without any doubt.

“I am very sorry, did not mean to bother you, someone bumped into me.” That ethereal creature spoke and Roman simply kept looking in those eyes. That beautiful and breath-taking creature looked distressed and bit the lower lip and then made to walk away.

“No problem, no bother.” Roman said with dark and firm voice, his broken English revealing his thick accent.

When he walked away he could not tear his eyes off that androgynous and beautiful figure and the person turned his head to steal a quick glance, their eyes locked again and he knew those eyes and those lips had captured his soul and his heart.

Enna felt like being struck and forget how to breathe. Those dark eyes did not permit him to move and walk away, because they held such commanding and piercing strength and magnetism that he felt chained at them, chained at that stranger standing tall, silent and intimidating in front of him. Enna kept staring at his eyes not able to find his voice. The man in front of him was absolutely handsome, but it wasn’t his masculine and dark beauty alluring him and making him quiver. No. It was the air that man emitted. Something that captured Enna and made him forget how to speak and how to breathe.

He felt pulled towards those eyes and when he finally found his voice and the man spoke in response, Enna felt himself chained to that dark and clearly dangerous looking man. But he found the force to smile and walk away to join his friends.

While he walked away towards his table, he felt his piercing stare on his neck and when he peeked back, those eyes were there, staring at him intensely, piercing through his flesh, his soul, his heart.

Who was that ethereal and beautiful creature?

Who was that extremely handsome and intimidating dangerous-looking stranger?

Author's chit-chat:

So my dearest, what do you think of this chapter and of our beautiful Enna?

Did you expect the last part? To be honest, it wasn't planned, but when I wrote the chapter I had this idea of putting a small preview of their encounter, through an external POV to better describe it. You liked it?

In the next chapter we'll turn back the time of 2 weeks to see what brough Roman to travel to Dublin and then ... we'll see :-)

Until next time!