CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - YOU ARE WORTHLESS

My eyes scanned the crowd, as I danced on stage with Xavier like we were in love.

His hands wrapped around my waist protectively, while his face was buried in my neck as he trailed wet kisses down.

His hands on my hips constantly moved downward to my ass to grope it, filling me with repulsion.

To anyone we would look like the perfect lovely couple, but to me—there is nothing perfect about a relationship where the two partners constantly soil their bed with others.

I am no better than Xavier, now sleeping with another man.

But do I regret it? Not even one bit.

“If I may cut it,” That velvety voice came cutting our moment short.

I turned to look at a face that I’ll never forget in lifetimes to come, no matter how I try.

A tight smile was etched on his face, almost like he was stopping himself from gritting his teeth, as he extended his hands out to me.

“What are you doing, Mr Blackwood?” Xavier asked, irritated, his hold on me tightening.

“Asking Miss Harnes for a dance. Is there any problem, Kingsley,” Ethan asked, his brows raised as he dismissed Xavier.

Xavier turned slightly, already feeling the tension from the guest, as he gave a false smile and walked away.

Ethan’s hands wrapped around my waist, as the music started. I stood tensely in his arms, forcing myself to stay calm.

“Your fiancé seems to be very in love with you,” he suddenly spoke up. His voice made me miss a step as I stepped on his foot embarrassingly, and a spiral of curses along with sorry spilled out of my mouth.

“Relax, baby girl, people are watching,” he said calmly. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine directly to my core, as my thighs grew slick.

I instantly cussed my body for not being able to resist this walking temptation.

“You are fiancée also looks very in love,” I spoke up, then immediately regretted it, when I saw an expression flash in his eyes.

“Are you jealous, Harnes?” He asked, his green eyes staring directly into my soul.

“What would you do if I said yes, I am very jealous of your relationship with your fiancée,” I asked. My pale blue eyes stared into his expectantly, wanting to hear his answer. The expression I saw flash in his eyes gave me a flicker of hope in my heart.

“I’ll tell you it's worthless baby girl. You cannot even be compared to the shoes Jennifer wears on her feet, so don’t bother being jealous of her when you are definitely not on her level. Neither can you ever mean as much to me as she does,” He said. His eyes sparkled with such intensity, like he wanted to burn me if he could.

My vision clouded with tears, cursing my poor heart for always being emotional, letting his words make me cry every time.

“The song is coming to an end, excuse me,” I muttered slowly, enough for him to hear, as I hastily left.

My hands clasped around my lips, as I struggled to keep my sobs at bay. I cannot afford for anybody to see me cry.

I hastingly entered the toilet, relieved to see it was empty as I walked to the sink.

I looked at myself in the mirror, hating everything about me more than I ever had in my entire life. What did I even hope he would say? Jennifer is his fiancée for Christ’s sake, she came from a wealthy family, has so many followers, loved by all, she is literally living every girl's dream life and not just mine.

The door opened slowly, and I cursed under my breath.

Opening the tap as I washed my face, to clean my tears.

I felt a presence behind me, as strong hands coiled around my waist, making me gasp.

“What are you doing Ethan?” I asked, my eyes locking with his gaze in the mirror as he watched me intensely.

His big hands came to rest around my waist, as he pushed my head down without any warning. His fingers gripped my waist and bent me forward to his satisfaction.

Raising my dress up, he tore it in the process, making me inhale sharply.

Cool air met my exposed skin, as my ass was set up in the air.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, making my body vibrate from the sensation he sent through me.

I moaned out in pleasure, stretching my back out like a cat, giving him permission to do more.

“Have you been walking around in that tight dress without any panties for me; or was it for that stupid boy who thinks he owns you?”