The First Kiss
841 Words
Anna had never been to a gala before.
Not in her life. Not even in her dreams.
Triston sent Cars and Bodyguards to pick up his wife.
Inside, she was so nervous that she started pinching her fingers.
Her reflection in the tinted window showed a woman she barely recognised, elegant, high-class,
Trembling under the weight of dozens of cameras and a spotlight she hadn’t asked for.
When they arrived at the venue, the glass doors reflected a world she didn’t belong to, a world she never knew she could belong to.
Reporters and photographers crowded like bees, cameras everywhere, questions here and there.
Anna took a step back, her heart hammering.
Stay close, Triston said, in a low tone, I won’t let anything happen to you, trust me
She felt a sense of relief, she felt protected
Anna glanced at him. He looked calm, cold, untouchable
like a predator among prey. And yet, somehow, that thought didn’t frighten her as much as it should have.
The moment they stepped onto the red carpet, cameras exploded. “Mrs Black!” shouted one reporter. How does it feel to be married to the city’s most feared billionaire?
Anna felt terrified, tried to talk but she found no words.
Triston held her hand, his touch was reassuring, just enough to guide her forward. Her pulse raced.
Inside the gala, chandeliers everywhere, high-class ladies and gentlemen.
Anna was so sure that their clothing alone could feed her for a lifetime, and the room smelled of perfume, expensive cologne, and champagne.
Anna followed Triston, Everyone’s eyes were on them.
You’ll do fine, he said quietly. Just smile. That’s all they need.
But Anna didn’t need him to tell her that. She knew the world was watching, and they weren’t just looking at her. They were examining her every move, every gesture, every glance she shared with him.
The gala progressed. Anna smiled, laughed politely, nodded at the right moments, and felt like a performer on a stage too big for her.
Then she felt it, she felt someone was watching her from across the room. A tall man, sharp-featured, with an arrogance that made her stomach twist.
Victor Hale.
Her ex.
The man she had left behind when he tried to steal from her. The man who had haunted her life for years. And now, he was staring at her like she was prey.
Anna froze.
Triston noticed immediately. His jaw tightened. He moved closer to her, shielding her with his presence.
Victor smirked, leaning slightly toward her as if daring her to approach. Anna panicked..
Stay calm, Triston whispered. His hand rested briefly on her waist. Anna couldn’t control herself but smile
Anna swallowed, trying to steady her racing heart. She looked up at Triston. I can handle him, she said, but her voice didn’t say the same
You will, he replied, dark and low, but not alone. You are Mrs Black and you are my responsibility
Minutes later, the event’s dance began. Triston guided her onto the dance floor, his hand on her waist. The music was slow, luxurious, and every eye in the room seemed to follow them.
Anna’s heartbeat pounded like a drum in her chest. She was aware of how close he was, of the sharp scent of his cologne that made her dizzy.
Then it happened.
One step too close. A misstep in the dance.
She almost fell but Triston caught her immediately.
Anna froze.
Triston’s dark eyes looked into hers. The room faded. All she could feel was him, the tension, the power, the dominance he didn’t even try to hide.
I said no touching, she whispered.
Yes, he murmured back. His voice firm
I know.
And then, before she could react, his other hand moved to her cheek, and then he kissed her
The kiss was sudden, She wanted to pull away. She couldn’t, she liked it, it was passionate, she felt butterflies in her stomach.
When he finally broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers briefly. His voice was low, a dangerous whisper meant for her alone:
Day three, Mrs Black.
Anna’s knees nearly gave out. The world spun. The music, the cameras, the laughter, they all disappeared, she was in her own world trying to replay what just happened
Victor Hale was gone from her immediate thoughts. All that existed was Triston Black, the man who had broken every rule, every expectation, every barrier she had put up.
She tried to speak, tried to gather herself, but no words came. Her chest still raced.
Triston whispered again:
You’re mine tonight. And I don’t care what the contract says.
Anna’s stomach twisted. A strange, intoxicating mix of fear and desire washed over her. She knew this was dangerous. She knew it was wrong.
And yet… she didn’t step back, she wanted it
Because for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to.
The cameras flashed. The room cheered.
Victor Hale had noticed the kiss.
And he wasn’t going to let it go.
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