Her Revenge; Their Obsession

Smoke, Desire, and Danger

CHAPTER 10

Avery's POV.

Ryan walked into the room and Drake let go of my hands while my heart raced to no end.

Was this bad timing? I didn't even know because Drake tricked me the first time.

However, I was still curious to know who was behind this.

But at the moment, seeing Ryan seemed to make some of that curiosity disappear.

His green eyes were still as intoxicating as ever, staring so intensely like he could see through me. His burgundy suit did nothing to hide the curves of his muscular body and his shiny black hair slicked back into a bun was beautiful.

Drake stepped away from me and Ryan replaced him. Though, his hands weren't on me, my body was reacting to him from being in such a close proximity.

That was normal right?

“Love, I got an invitation to a party. You have to come with me,” He said, sounding more like an order than a request but I nodded anyway.

When I moved away from the wall, I realized Drake has left.

Leaving both of us alone.

He strided towards the couch, resting his weight against the black furniture while I cautiously walked to the wardrobe. The thought of him watching my every move had me acting careful, even with my breaths.

“You don't have to wear anything from the wardrobe. I got you a new dress,” His words stopped me from pulling out a dress.

I turned to him, surprise splitting my profile, “That's nice.”

He frowned, “You say that like I don't get dresses for you often. Moving forward, I think I'll do that everyday.”

I gasped, shaking my head from the absurdity of the idea, “No no. I just–”

“Love, please get dressed. The dress is in that bag,” He pointed a finger to a pink gift bag by the bed.

I walked over, pulling out the dress encased in a packaging that smelled like lilies. I wondered if they sprayed that on it.

My cheeks rose up in a big smile when I caught a glimpse of the glittering red gown. If it looked this beautiful in there, it'd look even better on me.

With the bag in hand, I headed towards the part of the wardrobe where I could change but then Ryan's voice pulled me to an abrupt halt.

“Where are you going to?”

I turned, my brows pulling together in confusion, “To change?”

“Do that in front of me.” He demanded, placing a leg over the other.

The way my heart started racing, you'd think he was asking me to suck him off.

I blinked back, heat crawling up my neck, my lips parting to ask why but snapping shut as he paid utmost attention to me.

Without uttering anymore words, I pulled down the sweatpants I was wearing, followed by the tank top. All that was left on my body was my bra and panties. And the way Ryan's gaze welled up with lust was almost unhealthy to look at, yet it made butterflies throw a party in my belly.

I pulled out the dress from the bag, preparing to slip into it when Ryan leaned forward.

“Take that off, love.” He ordered, pointing at my panties.

My cheeks flushed, “Wha–what?”

His lips turned up in a small smirk, like he enjoyed how shy I was feeling.

“You see, I'd like to take that dress off you later. I'd also like to pleasure whenever I can and that will hinder me,” He explained like it was business even though those words were filthy.

Pressing my lips together, I dropped the dress on the bed, pulling on either sides of my waist as I shed my panties down my thighs.

My insides were growing hotter as his eyes settled on my crotch, angling his head occasionally to get a better look. My p***y throbbed as our eyes met and I immediately got the picture of what he was imagining.

If not for this party, I could bet that he'd have f****d me right there and then.

My body trembled I slid the dress into my body, and the lust in his eyes reduced but was still very evident. The sequined dress hugged my curves perfectly. It was a strapless dress with a sweetheart cut that did well to expose some good amount of cleavage.

There was also a slit that ran up to my thighs, making me self conscious about being naked under there. But I couldn't tell Ryan about it as my p***y anticipated his teasing.

After I got dressed, Ryan watched me style my hair, apply my make up and he helped me put on my jewelry, sucking on my neck right after.

When I was done, he examined me from head to toe, “Oh Love, you have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now. But that'll be after the party.” He said, taking my hands in his as we walked out.

~

The party was held at a place that I considered a palace due to the golden interior.

White lights flickered everywhere like shiny stars and the people around were clad in expensive suits and elegant gowns–just like Ryan and I.

As we walked in, we were faced with paparazzi and they all seemed to want to take pictures of us together, admiring our union which I found surprising.

Not a single person here looked at me with contempt. It looked like the scandal never happend.

Just how much cleaning up did Drake do? I’d ask him when I got back home.

Ryan led me to our seat, a table for two and we were just in time for the party to kick off. Prior to our arrival, Ryan had explained that the party was one of his colleagues celebrating the launching of their company.

So I wasn't surprised when there were lots and lots of boring speeches. The only thing that made the party interesting was the way Ryan cared for me and the wine we were drinking. But right now, he was talking with some businessmen on the other side of the hall so the party was boring.

When the host stepped up the podium to speak, the lights suddenly flickered, making murmurs erupt in the crowd.

“Let's just stay calm while the technical team takes care of that,” the host addressed us, making the murmurs slowly disappear.

But then as he began his speech, the air became tainted with smoke and I'd assumed it was just one of the stage effects until someone back stage rushed out, grabbing the mic.

“There's a fire outbreak. Evacuate the building now!”

The fire alarms blared through the halls as people charged towards the exit as the smoke grew thicker.

I wanted to run but my eyes were burning, and I was finding it difficult to breath. With every gasp I took, I coughed aggressively.

My insides knotted hard and my body trembled violently as I dropped down to a chair to calm down.

Fuck.

I think I may be allergic to the smoke!