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Pov: Andre

"At this point, you can't be any more obvious, Dre."

"Go away, Leon before I shoot your other hand and make you truly handicapped."

"Is this the thanks I get for trying to keep you company?"

I sighed. "If you have nothing important to report, leave. I prefer my own company."

He laughed, shaking his dark blonde hair out of his eyes. "You wound me, man."

I shrugged and sipped my whiskey.

At the moment, Bianca was tipsy. Not too drunk to make a fool of herself but drunk enough that she wasn't as aware of her surroundings as she should be.

Alexei had kept his word and stayed away from her, but his eyes would occasionally meet mine and I knew he was waiting till when the reception was over to talk to me.

I wish the rest of the men would take the hint. So far, no one was acting out with their dicks yet, but the night was still young and alcohol has had the best of better men.

My father and Mária had left the reception early at my coercion. I had been paranoid enough to send Inés