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    Episode 16

    “Okay, remember what I told you!”

    “Remember what? The part where you told me not to call you ‘Clumsy’ in front of your father or the part where you told me not to mention how I’m the guy you tripped and kissed the first day? Or maybe I should mention how we got arrested–”

    I clamped a hand over Connor’s mouth, glaring at him when I felt his lips curl into a grin underneath my fingers. “You’re unbelievably annoying.”

    He took my hand off and winked, “Yet you still hang out with me.”

    I rolled my eyes and faced my front door, “Shut up. Just be good when we’re in front of my dad, okay? I don’t want him to hate you.”

    His grin widened, “Why? Hoping that I come over again for another dinner?”

    “I swear, out of all the eligible bachelors who could’ve asked me to be their date, why did it have to be–”

    Click.

    Connor and I blinked, turning towards the door to see that it was now open with my father standing in the middle of it, his phone in his hand as he looked at the screen and beamed.

    “That’s a keeper.” He then tucked away his phone and held out his hand, “Hi. I’m Kiara’s dad, Cole.”

    Connor looked stunned for a minute before he shook himself out of his daze and smiled, shaking my dad’s hand, “Connor. Nice to meet you.”

    “Pleasure is all mine. Please, come inside. I’ve been dying to tell someone all of Kiara’s embarrassing childhood stories.”

    “Dad,” I hissed, and blushed when Connor laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he sneaked a glance at me before taking a step inside.

    “Don’t mind if I do.”

    I walked in as well, moving past my father to take off my shoes when he murmured, “He’s almost as good-looking as I was when I was 17. Nicely done.”

    I cast him a look, “Thanks, Dad.”

    Connor turned and gestured to his coat in his arms, “Is there anywhere I can put this?”

    “I’ll take it,” Dad commented, reaching for it. “Kiara, why don’t you go to the living room? I’m almost done setting the table and I’ll call you two when dinner’s ready.”

    “Sure.”

    I led Connor to the living room and we plopped down on the couch. An awkward silence filled the air before he chuckled and glanced at me.

    “And you were worried about me being too blunt?”

    I rolled my eyes, “Believe me, I’m surprised too. He usually hates the guys I bring.”

    Connor cocked a brow, “And there are a lot?”

    I bit my lip, “There haven’t been any since I moved here.”

    Something flickered in his eyes and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he propped his chin on his hand.

    “So, who was your last boyfriend?”

    I swallowed, remembering the face that had haunted me for a whole summer before I’d finally resorted to begging to my father for us to move. “No one important.”

    “You mean, you don’t want to talk about it.” When I looked at Connor, he smiled, “It’s cool. I know what the whole awkward-ex story is like.”

    Not mine, you don’t. “With Valerie, I assume?”

    He nodded. “Yep. That relationship was a disaster.”

    I cocked my head, “You didn’t like her or something?”

    He hesitated before quietly saying, “I liked her too much.”

    I wanted to ask him what he meant but I figured that if I hadn’t told him my story, he didn’t have to tell me his. When the time was right, we’d both share.

    My father walked into the room with an apron tied around his waist and grinned, “Dinner’s ready, lovebirds!”

    “Dad, what–”

    “Shh. Just go with it. Come on, now. It took me forever to get this chicken Parmesan just right.”

    I looked to Connor for help but he just winked and stood up, following my dad into the dining room with me groaning behind them.

    Connor really was right. Here I was worrying about what he would say wrong, and instead my father was doing all the awkward talking.

    What a life.

    The three of us took our seats at the dining table, my dad sitting next to Connor
    while I sat on the opposite side of them. I reached for the food when Dad smacked my hand and gave me a look.

    “Guests first,” he chided, and turned to River but he only shook his head.

    “It’s okay. Kiara can go first.”

    I smiled and took the food onto my plate, enjoying the subtle look of approval that crossed over my father’s face before River took the food after me.

    We fell into a comfortable conversation about school and whatnot all throughout the dinner, debating whether we enjoyed it better at Loland or Thorne, until the doorbell rang.

    Dad paused the conversation to go open the door and I took that small time period to thank Connor for acting like (or at least attempting to) a normal person.
    He laughed and was about to comment when Dad walked back into the dining room with his lips set into a firm line.

    “What? What is it?” I questioned.

    “There’s someone at the door for you.”

    I furrowed my brows and excused myself, walking over to the door to see who it was. However, as soon as I saw the face, I felt the anger surge up inside of me.

    “What the f--k are you doing here?” I snapped bluntly, glaring at a sheepish Hunter who held out a bouquet of roses towards me.

    “Be my date to the Blakes’ ball?”

    I scoffed. The nerve of this guy. “Hell no. Now, get off my property.”

    “But–”

    “Well, isn’t this just lovely?” I turned to see Connor stroll up next to me, a lazy smile on his lips as he glanced at Hunter before resting a hand on my waist. “My favorite person in the world has arrived.”

    Hunter scowled, “What the hell are you doing here?”

    “Dinner with the dad. So far, it’s going good.” He dropped his voice to a staged whisper, “Although you’re kinda ruining it.”

    “You f-----g–”

    “Look, Hunter, just go before you embarrass yourself any further, alright? And don’t ever show up at my doorstep again.”

    “Kiara, wait–”

    I slammed the door shut without a second thought.

    Connor grinned at me, “I’m so proud. My baby’s learning.”

    I rolled my eyes but felt a blush crawl up my cheeks at the use of the endearing term. I didn’t let myself think much of it, though. False hope s----d, and I didn’t want to get an idea of something that would probably never happen.

    “Let’s go eat dessert, yeah?” I suggested, and laughed when Connor bowed.

    “After you, m’lady.”

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    Episode 17

    “Oh my God, I look hideous.”

    Yasmin rolled her eyes, fixing the hem of my dress with a pin between her teeth, “You’re either dumb or incredibly insecure.”

    “I think a little bit of both.”

    “You have no reason to think you’re hideous, Kiara. The dress looks amazing on you! Plus, the make-up that I did on your face is making it look even better.”

    I sighed and glanced at my reflection, noting the soft movements of my gown as I turned, “I don’t know…maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to go as Connor’s date.”

    “I swear, if you back out now, I’m going to get my grandma’s slipper to chase you out.”

    A chuckle escaped my lips and I smiled down at her, “Alright, I won’t back out. But don’t blame me if you get a thousand text messages from Connor saying his date looks ugly.”

    “Do you seriously think Connor would ever say that? He adores you.”

    Sure.

    The doorbell rang and I gave Yasmin a panicked look, causing her to grin and hand me my clutch before pushing me out of my bedroom.

    “Wait, but I–”

    “You look great! Now, stop worrying and get down there!”

    She pushed me in the direction of the stairs and I stumbled a bit before I huffed and began to walk down the steps. As I moved, I saw my father walk out of the kitchen to answer the door and watched as Connor stepped in, looking absolutely dashing in his tux.

    I felt my heart constrict at the way he’d styled his hair, attempting to keep the dark strands in tact but failing when a few curled out. He politely spoke to my father before his gaze slid over to me, and I felt the air get knocked out of my system from the look in his beautiful blue eyes.

    But of course, I ruined the moment.
    At the last two steps, my heel caught the train of my dress and I yelped as I tripped over the stairs, flying forward with my clutch soaring over my dad’s head. I waited for the impact of the floor, but when none came, I opened my eyes to see Connor in a fit of laughter as he held me in his arms.

    “You sure do know how to make a grand entrance,” he chuckled, and I glared at him with burning red cheeks.

    A familiar click sound was heard and I looked behind Connor to see my dad holding his phone’s camera up again.

    He then grinned and tapped something on his screen before speaking, ” Aaand post.”

    “Dad!”

    That just caused another round of laughter to bubble out of Connor.

    “Did she seriously trip down the stairs?” Yasmin’s voice called from up the steps, before she groaned. “Way to ruin a moment, Kiara.”

    “Hey, I thought it was cute,” Connor commented, grinning down at me.

    “She got so distracted by my good looks that she tripped head over heels.”

    He looked over his shoulder at my dad,

    “Sorry, Mr. Collins.”

    My father laughed, “It’s not a problem, son.”

    I rolled my eyes and untangled myself from Connor’s arms, pulling away so I could steady myself before I grabbed my clutch from Dad’s hold and cleared my throat.

    “We can get going now,” I mumbled.

    Dad held up a hand, “Ah-ah, not yet. I have to take a picture of you two.”

    “But you just–”

    “A proper one.”

    I sighed and allowed Connor to wrap his arm around my waist, holding me comfortably against his side with a smile.

    Dad snapped a few before asking us for one more, except this time, instead of smiling, Connor bent down to kiss my cheek just as my father took the last picture.

    My mouth parted in surprise and even my dad raised a brow but there was a hidden meaning behind his expression, unlike mine.

    Yasmin squealed from behind us and I quickly pulled away from Connor, feeling my cheeks grow hot as he looked at me.

    “Now, can we go?” I asked, impatiently.
    Dad grinned, “Now, you can go.”

    I was the first one out the door.

    Connor and Yasmin followed after me, laughing quietly as they bid my father goodbye before Yasmin went to her car and Connor came to his.

    I stood against the passenger door, not making eye contact with him as he unlocked it and pulled it open for me to sit inside. I slid in and waited for him to get in the car too before I buckled up.

    As we started driving, he spoke, “If I’d known that a kiss on the cheek was all it took to make you quiet, I would’ve done it ages ago.”

    I gaped at him, “Excuse me?”

    A smile twitched on his lips, “You heard me.”

    “Are you implying that you don’t like me talking?”

    “I’m implying that it’s a little bit more peaceful when you aren’t.”

    “Fine then,” I responded, hotly. “I won’t talk for the rest of the evening.”

    Connor laughed and reached over to take my hand in his, “I’m just kidding, Clumsy. I love it when you talk. It keeps me from thinking about all the issues I have otherwise.”

    That peaked my interest, and I turned towards him, “What issues do you have?”

    “What issues don’t I have would be a more fitting question,” he muttered.

    The atmosphere quickly dropped in the car and I decided to change the topic.

    “So, this ball. Will I need to be super fancy and raise my pinky when we drink tea?”

    Connor laughed, glancing over at me with amusement in his eyes, “No, but you will need to know how to dance. There’s a waltz somewhere in between and you’re my partner.”

    I groaned, “Why didn’t you tell me this before? You know how clumsy I am!”

    “I know, which is why I wanted to see your reaction after I knew that there was no way for you to back out,” he snickered.

    I smacked his shoulder, “I can’t believe you!”

    “Relax, Clumsy, I won’t let you embarrass yourself in front of anyone. In fact, I’ll make sure that the spotlight isn’t on us when we are dancing, okay?”

    “Okay,” I muttered, when another thought popped in my head. “Is Noah coming?”

    “Yep. Layla, too. She’s bringing her older brother.”

    “That means Lilly’s coming,” I stated.

    “Yeah…” Connor glanced at me, awkwardly. “I don’t really want to interact with her tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

    That’s great with me. “Yeah, sure.”

    We spent the rest of the car ride in silence until we finally arrived at the grand hall where the ball was being hosted.

    Connor had the car parked by a valet before he offered me his arm and we headed inside. Immediately, we were surrounded by men and women dressed in extravagant clothing, greeting Connor as if he was a crowned prince and sending fake smiles my way.

    I felt extremely insecure among everyone and Connor must have sensed that because he led me away from the crowd to a secluded corner where a man and a woman stood. They were speaking in hushed tones until River cleared his throat.

    “Mother, Father.”

    Connor’s parents turned and immediately beamed at the sight of their son, his mother coming forward to kiss both of his cheeks while his father sending a nod his way.

    “Connor, dear! You’re here!”

    He smiled, “Yes, I am. And I brought someone very dear to me as my date. Mother, meet Kiara Collins. She’s a fellow classmate of mine.”

    His mother’s eyes snapped over to mine and I felt my heart drum in my chest, suddenly worried that she would be all rude and closed-off like the rich parents were in the movies but what I didn’t expect was for her to grin and engulf me in a hug.

    “Oh, how wonderful! She’s just like you described her; beautiful and exuding confidence! Ah, I love what you did with your hair,” she squealed.

    I grinned, “Thank you so much, Mrs. Blake.”

    “Oh, please, sweetheart, call me Delilah!
    Any friend of Connor’s is a friend of mine.”

    Connor smiled at her before he glanced at his father, his smile fading. “And Kiara, this is my father, Zachary.”

    Zachary gave me a forced smile, “Pleasure to meet you.” He then turned to Connor, “Where is the young Layla? I must talk to her parents.”

    Connor’s eyes filled with disappointment, “I don’t know. Around here somewhere, probably.”

    “Yes, well, I’ll go find her. Delilah?”

    Connor’s mother sent us another smile before she placed her hand on her husband’s arm and allowed him to lead her away.

    Once they were gone, I turned towards Connor, “Your mother seemed nice.”

    “Wish I could say the same for my father,” he mumbled, and sighed. “I have to go greet a few of the other guests so will you be fine here? I chose the snack table since I knew it would keep you busy.”

    I grinned, “You know me so well.”
    He chuckled and slipped through the crowd, disappearing behind the many talking men and women, and leaving me to turn towards the food. I reached for a particularly rich-looking snack when a voice startled me.

    “Kiara!”

    I jumped and held a hand against my chest to look at Layla, letting out a sigh of relief before smacking her shoulder, “You scared me!”

    She laughed, “I’m sorry. I’m just really happy.”

    “Why is that?” I asked, popping a snack into my mouth.

    “Because I found a solution to my Hunter-problem.”

    My eyes widened and I looked at her, “Seriously? What?”

    “My brother.”

    My brows furrowed, “Your brother?”

    “He knows someone who can help me out of this situation. Here, I want you to meet him.”

    She turned and grabbed a young man’s arm, pulling him up behind her with a grin.

    As soon as I saw his face, my heart started throbbing painfully and I felt the food in my hand slip back onto the tray on the table.

    Because standing right next to Layla, was none other than Axel King.

    My infamous ex-boyfriend.

    TBC………

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    Episode 18

    He was smirking.

    Those familiar lips that had whispered sweet nothings into my ear dozens of times were now twisted into that cocky smirk that had both infuriated and excited me.

    But now, all it did was piss me off.

    “Kiara?” Layla called my name, her brows furrowed. “Are you alright?”

    I cleared my throat and brushed my hands against my dress, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I then forced a smile and held out my hand for Axel, “Nice to meet you.”

    Axel’s dark eyes glinted with amusement as he – instead of shaking – took my hand and brought it up to his lips, softly kissing it with a sly smile on his face, “The pleasure is all mine, love.”

    Love. I used to love him. Now, I couldn’t even bear him.

    I snatched my hand away and sent a smile Layla’s way, “Excuse me.”

    I then grabbed my clutch and slipped through the crowd, searching for an exit when I spotted the women’s bathroom. I hurriedly ran inside and walked over to the sink, breathing heavily as memories of Axel poured into my mind.

    Why did he have to come back now? My mind screamed. When I was doing so well?

    Tears formed in my eyes and I blinked them away, not wanting to ruin my make-up by crying.

    He’s not worth your tears.

    “D--n right, he isn’t,” I muttered to myself.

    “I see time hasn’t changed your habit of talking to yourself.”

    My blood froze in my veins and I turned to see none other than the devil himself standing against the wall, an arrogant smile on his lips.

    “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped. “This is the women’s bathroom.”

    “Oh, but you never used to care about that before,” he mused, pushing away from the wall with a dirty glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t you remember?”

    I did. I remembered the way that my fifteen-year-old self would giggle at the phrases Axel would whisper.

    I remembered how we’d stumble into the girls’ restroom, our hands a fumbling mess and our names a whisper among each other’s lips. We hadn’t done anything crazy in there but there had been a lot of intense make-out sessions.

    And I remembered each and every single one of them.

    “I can see it in your eyes,” Axel murmured, pulling me out of my thoughts as he came to a stop right in front of me. “You miss us. You miss me. ” His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes, cupping my cheek, “But I’m here now. And you can have me.”

    I saw the raw truth in his gaze, the want he held for me but then the flashes of the night he’d broken my heart came to mind and all I could see was the girl he’d had pressed up against the bedroom wall, the girl he’d kissed and whispered seductive promises to. The girl that hadn’t been
    me.

    “Get the f--k off of me,” I snarled, shoving his chest hard enough so that he stumbled back.
    “I don’t know what kind of sick image you’ve created in your head but you and I are not getting back together.”

    I could’ve sworn hurt flickered in his eyes before his jaw clenched, “It’s only a matter of time.”

    And then he left.

    I inhaled a deep breath and collected myself before I exited the bathroom as well, making eye contact with Axel from across the ballroom before I felt someone’s hand grab mine.

    “Kiara! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for–are you crying? ”

    I turned towards Connor and hurriedly wiped my eyes, forcing a laugh as I shook my head, “Crying? No, of course not. Why would I be?”

    His blue eyes darkened with concern, “Kiara–”

    “I’m fine, Connor. I promise. Now, can we go grab a seat? Preferably one near the buffet table.”

    It was a joke but Connor didn’t laugh.

    Instead, he looked hesitant, before he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me towards a table near the front of the stage where Connor’s parents stood.

    He pulled the chair out for me to sit on and then took his own seat as well, flashing me a small smile before he faced forward.

    A part of me wished I could tell him what had happened in the bathroom but I didn’t want to bother him with my problems.

    This night was about him, after all. I needed to let him have some peace from my problems.

    I sighed, anxiously twisting my fingers in my lap as I stared up at the stage when a warm hand tangled itself with mine, squeezing them to prevent them from moving.

    I looked up at Connor with a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

    “No need to apologize,” he stated, leaning back in his seat. “It’s just another excuse to hold your hand.”

    I blinked, my jaw dropping at his blunt use of the words before a blush bloomed across my cheeks. I hastily looked away, but not before glancing at his expression to see a smirk on his face.

    “Smooth bastard,” I muttered.

    He grinned wickedly, seeming to have heard me as he raised my hand in his to his lips and brushed a feather-light kiss to my knuckles, “I try.”

    “Yeah, way too hard,” I said sweetly, before I snatched my hand away.

    A chuckle escaped him but he didn’t say anything else, leaving me to believe that he didn’t really think that I was annoyed, considering my face was still burning as bright as a tomato. I ignored his little snickers and instead paid attention to Mr. Blake’s announcement as I reached for my water glass.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, it is to your utmost pleasure and gratitude that my family’s company has made it this far and for that, I’d like for a round of applause.”

    Everyone clapped lightly, some even going as far as whistling in the back before Mr. Blake gestured for us to stop.

    “That being said, I’d like to address the impending topic of who will be the next heir to my company.” He suddenly smiled, his gaze landing on Connor, “And that would be my son, Connor.”

    “Goddammit,” he muttered, before forcing a smile onto his face and standing up, allowing the guests to clap for him before he sat down again.

    “So, you’ll be in charge of a company, huh?” I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

    “Don’t even start.”

    “Oh, come on, I think it’s pretty cool. To have that much money and fame at that young of an age?” I waved my hand, “I wish.”

    “Money isn’t everything,” Connor muttered.

    “True,” I mused. “But it’s not nothing either.”

    Connor fell quiet and we listened to the rest of his father’s speech before the music started and it was time for the dance. I shot him a nervous look when he grinned and held his hand out to me, gesturing to the center of the room with his head.

    “I am going to die ,” I whispered, allowing him to lead me to the dance floor. “Like I will literally humiliate myself to death.”

    Connor chuckled, “Extra much?”

    “Very much.”

    A smile graced his lips and he swept me into his arms, his hand resting comfortably on my waist while the other held my own hand. “Well, you don’t need to worry because I won’t let you fall.”

    I looked into his blue eyes, the ones that I had suddenly loved looking into and I felt myself sighing inside.

    But you already have.

    TBC……

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    Episode 18

    He was smirking.

    Those familiar lips that had whispered sweet nothings into my ear dozens of times were now twisted into that cocky smirk that had both infuriated and excited me.

    But now, all it did was piss me off.

    “Kiara?” Layla called my name, her brows furrowed. “Are you alright?”

    I cleared my throat and brushed my hands against my dress, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I then forced a smile and held out my hand for Axel, “Nice to meet you.”

    Axel’s dark eyes glinted with amusement as he – instead of shaking – took my hand and brought it up to his lips, softly kissing it with a sly smile on his face, “The pleasure is all mine, love.”

    Love. I used to love him. Now, I couldn’t even bear him.

    I snatched my hand away and sent a smile Layla’s way, “Excuse me.”

    I then grabbed my clutch and slipped through the crowd, searching for an exit when I spotted the women’s bathroom. I hurriedly ran inside and walked over to the sink, breathing heavily as memories of Axel poured into my mind.

    Why did he have to come back now? My mind screamed. When I was doing so well?

    Tears formed in my eyes and I blinked them away, not wanting to ruin my make-up by crying.

    He’s not worth your tears.

    “D--n right, he isn’t,” I muttered to myself.

    “I see time hasn’t changed your habit of talking to yourself.”

    My blood froze in my veins and I turned to see none other than the devil himself standing against the wall, an arrogant smile on his lips.

    “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped. “This is the women’s bathroom.”

    “Oh, but you never used to care about that before,” he mused, pushing away from the wall with a dirty glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t you remember?”

    I did. I remembered the way that my fifteen-year-old self would giggle at the phrases Axel would whisper.

    I remembered how we’d stumble into the girls’ restroom, our hands a fumbling mess and our names a whisper among each other’s lips. We hadn’t done anything crazy in there but there had been a lot of intense make-out sessions.

    And I remembered each and every single one of them.

    “I can see it in your eyes,” Axel murmured, pulling me out of my thoughts as he came to a stop right in front of me. “You miss us. You miss me. ” His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes, cupping my cheek, “But I’m here now. And you can have me.”

    I saw the raw truth in his gaze, the want he held for me but then the flashes of the night he’d broken my heart came to mind and all I could see was the girl he’d had pressed up against the bedroom wall, the girl he’d kissed and whispered seductive promises to. The girl that hadn’t been
    me.

    “Get the f--k off of me,” I snarled, shoving his chest hard enough so that he stumbled back.
    “I don’t know what kind of sick image you’ve created in your head but you and I are not getting back together.”

    I could’ve sworn hurt flickered in his eyes before his jaw clenched, “It’s only a matter of time.”

    And then he left.

    I inhaled a deep breath and collected myself before I exited the bathroom as well, making eye contact with Axel from across the ballroom before I felt someone’s hand grab mine.

    “Kiara! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for–are you crying? ”

    I turned towards Connor and hurriedly wiped my eyes, forcing a laugh as I shook my head, “Crying? No, of course not. Why would I be?”

    His blue eyes darkened with concern, “Kiara–”

    “I’m fine, Connor. I promise. Now, can we go grab a seat? Preferably one near the buffet table.”

    It was a joke but Connor didn’t laugh.

    Instead, he looked hesitant, before he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me towards a table near the front of the stage where Connor’s parents stood.

    He pulled the chair out for me to sit on and then took his own seat as well, flashing me a small smile before he faced forward.

    A part of me wished I could tell him what had happened in the bathroom but I didn’t want to bother him with my problems.

    This night was about him, after all. I needed to let him have some peace from my problems.

    I sighed, anxiously twisting my fingers in my lap as I stared up at the stage when a warm hand tangled itself with mine, squeezing them to prevent them from moving.

    I looked up at Connor with a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

    “No need to apologize,” he stated, leaning back in his seat. “It’s just another excuse to hold your hand.”

    I blinked, my jaw dropping at his blunt use of the words before a blush bloomed across my cheeks. I hastily looked away, but not before glancing at his expression to see a smirk on his face.

    “Smooth bastard,” I muttered.

    He grinned wickedly, seeming to have heard me as he raised my hand in his to his lips and brushed a feather-light kiss to my knuckles, “I try.”

    “Yeah, way too hard,” I said sweetly, before I snatched my hand away.

    A chuckle escaped him but he didn’t say anything else, leaving me to believe that he didn’t really think that I was annoyed, considering my face was still burning as bright as a tomato. I ignored his little snickers and instead paid attention to Mr. Blake’s announcement as I reached for my water glass.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, it is to your utmost pleasure and gratitude that my family’s company has made it this far and for that, I’d like for a round of applause.”

    Everyone clapped lightly, some even going as far as whistling in the back before Mr. Blake gestured for us to stop.

    “That being said, I’d like to address the impending topic of who will be the next heir to my company.” He suddenly smiled, his gaze landing on Connor, “And that would be my son, Connor.”

    “Goddammit,” he muttered, before forcing a smile onto his face and standing up, allowing the guests to clap for him before he sat down again.

    “So, you’ll be in charge of a company, huh?” I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

    “Don’t even start.”

    “Oh, come on, I think it’s pretty cool. To have that much money and fame at that young of an age?” I waved my hand, “I wish.”

    “Money isn’t everything,” Connor muttered.

    “True,” I mused. “But it’s not nothing either.”

    Connor fell quiet and we listened to the rest of his father’s speech before the music started and it was time for the dance. I shot him a nervous look when he grinned and held his hand out to me, gesturing to the center of the room with his head.

    “I am going to die ,” I whispered, allowing him to lead me to the dance floor. “Like I will literally humiliate myself to death.”

    Connor chuckled, “Extra much?”

    “Very much.”

    A smile graced his lips and he swept me into his arms, his hand resting comfortably on my waist while the other held my own hand. “Well, you don’t need to worry because I won’t let you fall.”

    I looked into his blue eyes, the ones that I had suddenly loved looking into and I felt myself sighing inside.

    But you already have.

    TBC……

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