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EVELYN’s POV
As expected, we had to go through dozens of paparazzi with tons of questions.
Jason answered a few before we walked into the hall.
"Stay close," he whispered in my ear while I nodded. He grips firmly on my waist, and as we walk further in, Jason stops to attend to some people, and all I do is smile and look pretty.
As ordered.
"Lucas," Jason calls out, drawing my eyes to meet his broad figure stiffly standing a few steps ahead of us.
My heart rate escalated, and my lips suddenly turned dry. How is he here?
And when he turned his eyes to mine, I lost it. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, getting lost in his metal-gray eye.
My stare sprints to his perfectly made hair, which I dream to run my hands through and feel the silk and softness of.
Lucas oozes superiority. His solid, sculptured muscles complement his demeanor.
A Greek god he is.
"It's Mr. Moore for you," he corrects, his tone harsh and clean.
Jason laughed. "Apologizes. So I heard your wedding is in a month," his lips twitching to a smicker.
The firm gaze Lucas had on me had a panic clog. He is scrutinizing me as though I were a lab rat dying to be tested.
"Oh, pardon me. Meet Evelyn, my secretary," he introduced.
He extends his hand forward for a shake. I thought about whether to run off and escape from his captivating stare or just take it. I was going with the first choice, but Jason clutched harder, urging me to slip my hands into his manly ones.
Our hands fit perfectly. Not that I am exaggerating it, but it felt so damn right. He thought Alice's hand slipped away, yet surprisingly, he didn't let go.
"Pleasure," he says, finally letting go.
The air was becoming suffocating. I had to get away before things took the wrong turn, which is the last thing I want.
"Excuse me"
I didn't wait for a sec. I walk away in search of a more private area with fewer people.
I ran out through the back door, fresh air hitting my nostrils. I stop to admonish the feeling. The cold air flowed through my skin, urging a shiver.
My eyes begin to sting, fear absorbing most of me.
Why did I have to be here? Why did he have to take over and control me even after all these years? The effect he has on me is still fresh and clean.
In a few days, he'll be married to Alice. It still stings, no matter how hard I deny myself from wanting him.
Was I selfish?
A lone tear slipped as I broke into sobs. I'm lost and confused.
I want out of all of this. Jason, my parents, and Lucas. I wish to run away to where I wasn't known and tagged as Jones blood.
A fresh start.
"Hazel"
My heart dropped. It's him, Lucas. Wasn't he discussing it with Jason?
I hurriedly wiped off my tear-stained face, forcing a tight-lipped smile as I turned to face him.
"Mr. Moore"
"Is everything okay?"
I nod, avoiding his protruding eyes, "Y-yes."
He moved an inch closer, compelling me to take a step back. He took another step, and so did I until there was no more space to move.
He leans his face towards me, getting a hold of my chin and lifting my stare to meet his.
My emotions were haywire. I'm starting to regret coming to this gala. Why was he everywhere?
"What did he do?"
"Huh?"
"Jason. Did he hurt you?"
"—I, well—" I couldn't form a coherent sentence.
It was clear that he despised Jason's guts just as much as I did, or even more.
What has Jason not done? A lot more than he could ever think of. It took every nerve in me not to fall into his warmth and cry my misery out.
But only if wishes were horses.
"Don't lie to me" is stern and intimidating.
The devouring gaze he had on me made me shift uncomfortably as I had different thoughts on how to get as far as I could away from him.
"Speak"
I quiver at his tune, placing a hand on his abs, trying to get him off, but who was I kidding?
"Please." A new set of tears began to compile.
That at least got him back to his senses. He recovered, clearing his throat.
I made a move to sprint off, but he was fast enough to get a hold of my wrist. "Do I know you?"
A bead of sweat formed on my forehead. I chew on my lower lip, trying to wiggle off his hold.
"—No. I must leave.
" With that, I strolled away, pacing as fast as I could.
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