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“Dance!!!” The voice of the men brought me back. I didn’t realize how long I had stood frozen, watching Antonio and the lady that was dancing on his lap.

Antonio was making no effort to push her off his body. Did it mean he was enjoying what she was doing? I could hardly focus on my dance, as I kept stealing glances at them. For some weird reasons, I felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted to walk up to her, grab her by the hair, and pull her sluty body off him.

Why the hell did he bring me to his party, if he had a special dancer already? What was all that talk about making me his personal dancer? When he already had one. I stumped out through the door as soon as the music ended, fearing that I might suffocate from the heat that was forming in my chest.

“Why the hurry?” I stumbled on Jacob at the entrance.

“I need air.”

“Is the boss okay?” He asked.

“I don’t know, why don’t you find out yourself.” I answered, trying to sound unconcerned.

He went in at my word and came back in a minute, resuming his position at the entrance. “You look upset,” he noticed.

“It’s nothing” I answered, fanning my face with my hands.

“Okay,” he shrugged, turning his back on me.

I was fighting to tame the anger that was taking control of me, but my efforts weren’t helping.

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“Who?” Jacob turned back to face me.

His brows knotted in confusion. It felt stupid that I was acting this way, but i couldn’t stop myself. I pointed towards the dark room where Antonio was.

“Oh you mean the lady dancing?” His face relaxed.

“She’s Reina Carlotti. Ex-girlfriend to boss Antonio…” he paused, his face breaking into a wide grin.

“What?” I turned around, searching for what had amazed him.

“You’re jealous!” He pointed out.

“What? Who? Me? That’s not true. Jealous about what?” I forced a small laugh, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t true.

How could he say I was jealous? Of Who? His devilish boss? Or his tiny butt ex-girlfriend? No way. I was only angry cause she broke right in at the middle of my performance, stealing the attention of my audience, nothing more. I convinced myself.

“Did you see the look on your face when you stumped out?” He asked, not taking my story.

“I looked perfectly okay when I stepped out, whatever you saw was your eyes playing games on you,” I retorted.

“No, my eyes are perfectly okay and i know what they saw, they saw a pair of angry eyes, that was raw with jealousy and look, it’s okay to express what you feel for the boss, Okay? I understand that he’s a fine ass man, and he’s got the attention of many ladies…”

“I need to use the rest room,” I cut him off, in a hurry to escape the becoming annoying conversation. I didn’t wait for his response before disappearing into a dark corner. Once out of sight, I produced a wipe from my purse, cleaning off the load of lipstick from my lips.

There was no restroom outside the building. Which meant, Jacob would be on his way to find me. I took another turn that burst out behind the house, where the pool and bar was located. I decided to seat at the bar. “You’re back,” the young bar tender greeted.

“What would You like?” He asked, when I took my seat on the stool, where I had been seated before.

“More shots,” I ordered.

The space before me was soon lined up with white small glasses of acholic shots. I downed the first four shots in a matter of seconds. The burning sensation it brought to my throat was becoming painful, as I struggled to swallow.

“Hey damsel,” a voice called out beside me. For a moment I feared it was Jacob who had found me and now I would be dragged back into the dark room. But when I pushed my hair from my face, there was a red hair man, seated on the stool beside mine.

“Hi,” I flashed him a smile.

“What’s an angel like you doing here alone?” He coaxed.

“Having some fresh air,” I raised a shot.

“I would have some of what she’s having,” the man announced to the bar tender.

We were soon in a drinking competition. I was drunk and I knew it. My knees and every other joint in my body felt weak. my head was beginning to throb, my vision was blurring, my laughter sounded wild, like something from a deranged woman.

We were at the middle of the bar, dancing to a slow song. I didn’t know how we got there, but I was dancing, swaying my hips before the red haired man. Maybe he was drunk as well, cause he spoke in a strange language that made both of us laugh.

“Eve!!” A deep growled voice called out my name.

The music seemed to halt, silent was restored, and so was my vision. I could make out the figure of Antonio. He was standing a few foot away from the red haired man and myself. His grey eyes looked red from where he stood.

“Hi boss,” I giggled drunkly, waving at him.

As if ignited by my greeting, he marched forward, pulling me forcefully away from the hands of the red haired man.

“Hey, you can’t do that, Mr.” The man tried holding him back.

Antonio turned slowly, using his free hand to land a punch on the face of the red haired man. The already drunk man staggered to a fall. The effect of the drink was magically wiped away from my eyes, as I gasped in surprise.

“I can do whatever I want asshole.” Antonio cursed, his right hand still holding me closely to his side.

“Gracious Lord! What did you do that for?” I yelled at him, as he dragged me out of the bar.

“You would not question my actions and next time, you would not be seen dancing with some random fool,” he barked back.

“You do not have any right whatsoever to decide who I dance with, when you have the liberty to dance with every tiny butt girl.” I spat angrily.

“I…” He began, then stopped, draging me along in silent.

“I thought you were responsible,” he said, freeing my hands as we got to the Lamborghini.

I didn’t think, didn’t wait one second, before slapping him hard across the face. “You would not call me names,” i warned.

His head had turned sideways with the force of the slap and when he turned to face me again, my legs bailed on me. I was so scared of the look on his face and too weak from the amount of alcohol I had taken, that I passed out. Even in my unconsciousness, I felt safe in his arm.

“I would forgive you tonight cause you’re drunk,” I heard his soft whisper in my ears.

I was awake when the car drove into the castle. I was awake when Jacob offered to take me to my room. “No. I would take care of her myself,” Antonio had answered him.

I was aware of how tenderly he held me in his arms, taking me through the staircase, into the corridor that led to my room. I knew when he lay me on the bed, yet, I kept my eyes tightly shut.

“You’re so stubborn,” he pushed my hair away from my face, he was lying beside me, his elbow holding up his face, so that he was looking down directly at me.

“So beautifully stubborn,” he repeated. Then he rose from the bed, reaching for my legs and pulling off my heels. I felt the punch of fresh air on my skin. He stood quietly at the foot of the bed for a long time that I almost thought he was gone.

Then he turned the corner, and came back beside me. “I knew I said I could strip you naked and change your dress the other day, but I’m starring at you right now, wanting to take you out of this dress, yet I can’t. I’m so scared I might lose every atom of self control if I put my hands on your soft skin, or set my eyes on your naked body. Gosh! It hard keeping it in check when you’re around me,” he confessed.

Was he repeating my words, or did he really mean what he was saying? Perhaps he knew i was awake and was trying to woo Me? No. He couldn’t possibly think I was awake.

“I want to do so many lovely things to you, i want to explore every pore on your skin and kiss them pasdionately, but I know I have to wait. Wait until you love me back. Good night princess.” He pecked my forehead, drawing the duvet over my body and standing up to leave.