Desire Play

party preparation

Two weeks have passed since I joined the office. Meetings eat my day, everyday, every single day. Andrew and I are getting closer, making out anywhere and everywhere. Tabloids are flooded with our news and they have approved our relationship as real not fake. This doesn’t feel fake. I am constantly surrounded by bodyguards. Oliver approached me a few times, but I have successfully ignored him. Annual ball is approaching and like every year I want to do anything with it. But this year, being the hostess, I can't disappear. I tried to convince Andrew and that did not end well for me.

"Andrew, I was wondering if I can skip the Annual Charity ball this year? "

He raised his brow and looked at me. I was playing with food lying on my plate.

"Like you skip every year. " I nodded understanding the sarcasm behind the simple words.

" Darling, if you wouldn't have skipped , I would have met you early. " I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile. He gave me his toothed smug grin. His eagerness makes me weak at the knees. Does he really want me? Desire or attraction or just lust. Not lust because his intentions seem sincere. My thoughts derailed to the last make out session in the parking lot. I don't want to think that now. Clearing my head, I gave another try to convince him. But before that he stated " I have booked an appointment. Let's go. "

He got up and came near me " Where? "

"You will know soon."

Like I sensed his intentions " Please no salon visits. I just got my hair done. I will manage." I tried to reason with him while he was dragging me.

He smiled, a genuine carefree smile.

" You don't need any salon visits. But I want to pamper you. So we are going shopping. I called Tia also but she asked me to cover for her. "

I couldn't believe these people are plotting against me. " I hate you guys."

This time he laughed, amused by my reaction. "You don't mean that, sweetheart."

Whatever. How hard it could be..I hate shopping, extravagant prices for pieces of clothing and accessories. I hate being dolled up. I like my cosy bedroom, my brushes and paints. I miss them dearly. Once this charity nuisance is over will start a fresh canvas. I was deep in thoughts, and didn't realise that he was watching me.

After putting seat belts on, he questioned me " what are you thinking? Seriously, are you nervous to make an appearance?? Charlie told me you do not like these events but with time I thought you might be interested in this."

I chewed my lips, looking outside the window. " I am nervous but this is my new reality. If dad was here, I would never have set foot in the company. We had a deal but he broke his promise." My eyes moistened remembering the promise we made. I have few people in my life and my life depends on them. My dad ,his untimely demise, gave me scars. I still get nightmares, the accident took everything from us.

" Hey.." Andrew held my hand and squeezed it.

"It's okay if you do not want to come." I looked at him, this guy is doing everything in his power to make my life easy.

" Like I said, this is my new reality. I will come and I have you and Tia. " I assured him.

" You always have me, love." He pecked my lips and we left for his so-called mystery place. I dozed off to finish my beauty sleep. I feel safe around him. I don't have to act in front of him and that makes my life simpler. Though he is more than a fake fiance, I do not want to name this relationship anything more than what it already is. Tabloids are floating our romance as a new gossip sensation. We are the new " couple goals", as they say. The moment I spot any paparazzi I feel like taking a turn and hiding. But Andrew always holds me close. Even in the pictures I look like the lost one and him a model. Of course I am a newbie and he is an experienced player. This is what makes our situation scary. I do not have control over my emotions, the contract clause will save my company but not my heart. My heart is chipping away slowly and I have no control. The overthinking side of my mind activates the fear of losing him or worse him breaking my heart. Though he looks clean with no tainted past, no crazy witches running around him and he looks delicious.

The car screeched to halt, I could see bodyguards lining up and clearing the perimeter. This is totally unnecessary and avoidable but Andrew is not accepting any of the reasons. I always look down to avoid looking at people who will be staring at us and on top of that loads of bodyguards,in uniform and without uniform. There are few female bodyguards to accompany me everywhere. I can't pee alone. I hate Oliver, he made my life miserable. Andrew got down and opened the door for me. We went directly into the shop avoiding any paparazzi, not sure how they knew our travel plans. Someone tips them off, initially Andrew's PR team was handling it but now they are following us everywhere.

Andrew directly takes me to the first floor where there are already people waiting for us.

" Welcome Mr.Knight" someone quoted.

Andrew nodded. His aura becomes dominating when others are around. His looks are killer but when he nods or moves his fingers the world starts dancing to his tunes.

"Sir, we have prepared the dresses as the instructions came from your office. This way please." The short bald guy showed us the room. There were dresses lined up. He dismissed everyone for our privacy and I released the breath I held for so long.

I look brave and confident but my insides churn when we are in public, in front of the judging eyes. I know how many threats I received after being fake engaged to this powerful sexy man.

" Breathe, deep breaths Eve. What happened? "

It's overwhelming. His presence, constant attention and overbearing concerns. I want to get away for like minutes to just catch my breath.

" Nothing..can we just take a break??"

His jaw ticked,eyes hardened and a cold expression etched over his face.

" What do you mean by a break? We barely started and you are looking for a break."

My eyes leaked my emotions, his hardened expression didn't last seconds when he hugged me.

" Tell me Eve, what's going on? “

I shook my head and wiped my tears.

" It's overwhelming. I feel lost. I wanna hide and never be found." His grip became tight. He held me for a few minutes and then cupped my cheeks.

" Let’s get over this Charity event and then we can go hiding together. Don’t hide from me. I got you after a long time. I do not want to lose you. I know this is going too fast for you. But I want you in my life. And I hope you think the same.”

His eyes held me captive and then his lips caught mine. Every touch awakens a new hope in me and I am swaying every stroke his tongue makes. A little knock on the door made him look away. A little girl came in, maybe lost her way and interrupted us. She looked disappointed not finding what she was looking for and left by closing the door.

“Check and see if you like something and we can go over to the next place.”

Another way of saying I-will-not end-this-torture-unless-you-pick-something. I groaned internally and glanced over the dresses. One silver dress screamed to me more than the others. All looked beautiful but this one seems really worth it. This little number with a right shimmer with a plunging neckline, little backless and flowing mermaid dress with a slit. Not the kind of dress I would usually pick but what the hell I loved it.

“You liked this one?” Andrew queried. I nodded, fanning my hand over the dress material.

“Then go ahead and try.” I gave him a are-you-insane look.

“What?” he mouthed.

“I will not be able to carry this. This does not belong to my usual go-to dress list.” I laughed.

“Go ahead and try and then we will see.” He insisted.

“Nooo” I panicked.

“What are you afraid of? It's just me here.” He literally shoved me in the dressing room. I changed quickly to the new dress. It fits like a glove to me. I am in love with the fabric like its gliding on my skin, its smooth and oh-so-comfy. A little knock interrupted my monologue.

“Yes, coming.” I quickly brushed my hair and came out.

Andrew was on the phone. His eyes trained on me. I felt shy under his scrutiny, he gestured to me to come forward and I complied. His eyes scanned me from top to bottom and the slit where my legs are on display. My cheeks burned and I can feel myself going two shades deeper in redness. He gestured to turn around and I compiled. He kept looking at me and in nervousness I turned back to change again.

“Please have some mercy on me.” He called after me. I halted my steps and turned back. He ended the distance between us in a few strides and there was no going back.