“Yeah. Yeah… Everything’s fine.”
Out of nowhere, he brings his hand to my hair, leans closer to me, and takes my lips.
We kiss in front of everybody, although no one looks at us.
It’s not the first time we’ve done it in public.
He’s always done this with me.
It’s our thing, I figure, but now it’s part of a bigger story.
Within minutes, I’ve interacted with all of them in this unique setting. What makes it so unique?
Kai’s father is here. And some of his business partners. And some people from work, not to mention the numerous guests, although they don’t count since I don’t know any of them.
I hope no one has seen all my interactions with them this evening. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on.
We’ve stepped into different territory, no longer giving friends or work friends vibes.
We straight out telegraph the intimate, close relationships we have developed.
A foreboding sensation crawls up on me, making me shudder.
We break the kiss when he excuses himself and leaves, evidently nervous. It’s so unlike him, and I watch him sauntering past Alejandro and Kai.
Still grappling with that unusual sensation, I push my chair back and stagger to my feet.
My hand grips the air as I try to steady myself.
Eventually, I straighten my back and pace away from the guests, looking for a space where I can be alone. It’s hard to find an empty corner. People are everywhere, the area is royally lit, and the oversized pool attracts many guests.
“Perfect…” I murmur, having no choice but to spin around and return.
I’m doing it abruptly and way too fast, bumping into a man.
“Sorry,” I say, my gaze tilted down as I push back, away from his chest, a creepy sensation barreling through me.
My jaw locks as I lift my gaze and lock eyes with the man in front of me. A smirk creases his lips.
Now that I study him, I know why he gets on my nerves.
This is someone who always preys on a woman––that’s the only thing he knows––waits for that perfect moment to make his moves and expects that particular woman to accept his advances.
A sense of entitlement beams in his gaze, telling me I’m right.
He’s never made a move on me, but I know how he regards me.
He thinks I’m too stupid to know what’s good for me.
Theodore Sloane gives me a long once-over that makes my hair bristle.
I’m not waiting for his eyes to come back to mine as I simply step to the side and walk around him.
He doesn’t say a word, only looks at me. I sense his stare on my butt before I pull away as fast as I can, a sick sensation nestled in my stomach.