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Simple yet classy.
This was a bad choice for this cool weather like tonight, but…
I bit my lip to hold back the smile that threatened to spill.
Walking back inside my room, I got ready for the evening.
My heart skipped when the doorbell rang.
He was here.
Blowing out a breath, I checked myself one last time in the mirror.
My curves were winking at me due to the perfect fitting.
The sweetheart neckline put a part of my cleavage on display when my wavy dark brown locks fell freely down my shoulders.
And the dark smoky eyes, nude makeup and red lipstick finished my look.
Satisfied with my makeup, I grabbed my clutch and phone.
At the mention of the phone, I remembered I didn’t check it the whole day due to my busy schedule at the office.
It’s been two days since I got that message from Warner, but I didn’t hear anything back from him since then.
I did a quick check on my phone.
No calls or messages from him.
I didn’t know what was going on in his head.
Was he really going to come?
I will call him again later.
I have to hurry now.
Ace is waiting for me.
Putting the phone inside my purse, I rushed downstairs, as much as I could with my high heels.
Once I was before the closed door, I smoothed my hair once more.
My heart raced at the thought of his reaction after he would see me.
Nervousness and excitement burst through my veins.
I wonder what this night has in store for me.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and stepped outside.
TWENTY-EIGHT: RED FREAKING WITCH!
W hen I was finally outside, I was frozen in my place.
The cold breeze that kissed my skin wasn’t the culprit.
It was him.
Looking like he just dived out of a magazine, he stood there leaning against his car, waiting.
The crease between his brows was the proof of his impatient.
Even comparing him to those models printed on magazines would be an insult to his beauty.
He was… beyond gorgeous.
Flaunting a navy-blue Armani suit, paired with a charcoal black shirt beneath and a pair of polished expensive shoes, he took my breath away.
As always.
Noticing me, he stood straight.
“You’re five minutes late.”
And then his eyes went to the rest of my body.
My skin burned under that heated stormy gaze of his as they ran over me.
His strong jaw clenched, nostrils flared as he let out a curse.
Gray eyes darkened.
“You aren’t seriously going to wear that in front of all those men, are you?”
he asked in his deep Greek accent, pointing at my dress.
His eyes flickered to the small display of my cleavage and legs again, hands curling into balls.
“Why?
What’s wrong with this dress?”
I feigned innocence.
Striding closer, he pinned me with his hard stare.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?
You wanted to get on my nerves.”
My eyes widened slightly.
Oh, so he figured it out.
Now, Mr.Valencian, how does it feel when someone irritates you out of your mind?
I gave him a look of horror.
“What are you talking about?
Why’d you think that?
I wore it because I liked it.
I didn’t think of you when choosing this dress!
Don’t be delusional!”
Stepping closer, he gently cupped my chin.
“Let’s not waste anymore time arguing, shall we?
Go and change it.
We’re getting late for dinner.”
My eyes narrowed.
“I’m not changing this dress.”
“Until you’re changing this dress, we aren’t leaving.”
His tone was serious.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shrugged.
“I’m fine with curling under my blanket right now and watching Netflix.”
“Rosebud.”
With warning etched in his voice, he waited for me to obey.
But I was too comfortable in my place.
His lips curled into displeasure as he let out a curse.
“Fine.
Let’s go.
But I swear, it won’t be my fault if someone goes to their early grave tonight.”
“You won’t dare!”
Casting him a look, I passed him and sauntered into the warmth of the car.
Thank God he couldn’t see through my skin.
Otherwise, he’d definitely notice how badly my bones were shivering with cold.
Irritating him had cost me much more than I thought.
Once inside the car, he shrugged off his coat and put it around my shoulders, still scowling.
“I-I don’t need it!”
“I can see that very well.
Now put it on and stay quiet,” he ordered with a grunt, adjusting the heater.
I didn’t argue anymore.
Once we were outside of The Blue Paradise, the hotel the Arabs were staying at, he got out and opened the door for me.
Stepping outside, when I was about to give him his coat back, his hands stopped me.
“No, keep it on.”
Securing the coat around me, he took my hands in his.
“They’re cold.”
I didn’t pull my hands from his much warmer ones as he rubbed them in his.
My heart fluttered with warmth.
My silence remained even when he took my hands and kissed them, mumbling how I needed a pair of gloves.
I wished I could just hide myself from the cold into the cocoon of his arms and never pull away.
“Mr.Valencian!”
At the voice of Mr.Hakimi, I jerked my hands away from him and took a step back.
Composing myself, I flashed the approaching old man a smile.
“Welcome, Mr.Valencian and Ms.
Hutton!
I’m glad you both could join us tonight for dinner.”
He shook hands with Ace, then with me.
“Our pleasure, Mr.Hakimi.
It wasn’t possible that you invited us with such respect and we wouldn’t show up.”
Ace wrapped an arm around me.
A blush kissed my cheeks when the old man’s observing eyes caught the gesture.
“I’m glad you did.
Now please, come in.
It’s freezing out here.”
But before we could even move, a flash of red engulfed him in a hug, causing his arm to fall from my shoulder.
“Oh my God!
You’re finally here, Mr.Valencian!
I was waiting for you for so long.
I almost thought you wouldn’t show up!”
Pulling away, she threw him a red lipped seductive smile.
My fists clenched.
The secretary of Mr.Hakimi.
Cindy.
How could I forget her?
My eyes cut through her from head to toe.
She wore a red gown with a high slit and neckline so deep if she lowered herself a little, her assets would spill out.
Was red her favorite color?
The nickname was perfect for her.
Red witch.
With a hardened face, Ace gave her a curt nod before turning to pull me back into his arms.
But his disinterest seemed to do nothing to her shamelessness as her eyes eyed him up and down.
My nails dug into my palms.
“Please come inside, Mr.Valencian, Ms.
Hutton,” Mr.Hakimi said with a tight smile before turning to Cindy, his eyes harboring warning.
“And Cindy, why don’t you recheck everything in the meantime so our guests won’t have to face any inconvenience?”
Tearing her gaze from Ace, she looked at her employer and nodded before sauntering away.
Her hips swayed as she walked.
Where did Mr.Hakimi even find this witch?
Once we were inside, we met the other Arabs, and Arthur, who was already present.
I didn’t know he was supposed to attend.
The Arabs welcomed us with warm regards, drinks were served.
As always, Ace didn’t have any.
And the whole time his arm was around me, clutching me to him firmly.
“You don’t need to tie me with you all the time, you know?
I’m not a kid.
I won’t get lost,” I whispered as another man came up to us and started a conversation.
His form tensed for a fleeting second before he composed himself.
Even though it was just for a second, I noticed it.
What was that?
He nodded at something the man said and tightened his hold on me.
“I know.
But you’ll have to stay in my clutch, whether you like it or not.
Think of it as your punishment for wearing this ridiculous dress.
You should be happy I’m not pulling every man’s eyes out of their sockets in this room for staring at something that’s mine.”
His words came out as a hiss as he murmured in my ear.
I shook my head at him.
“You’re a crazy man.Do you know that, Achilles Valencian?”
Holding my gaze, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, you have no idea.”