Chapter 14

I can't lose this cool facade of mine. I am good at reading people through their body language and Kairos has his way of scanning through people's faces and he ends up reading them like his favorite book though he hasn't read it for years. He only needs a few hints and refresher to know every single detail about someone.

"You needed my help dealing with Andra. What happened?" He asked. I sat on the stool and waited for my on the rocks. Kairos remained standing a few inches away from me like an Alpha that was marking his territory together with his glass of scotch.

"Here is your on the rocks, Rory," said the bartender. He flashes a ghostly smile though it's not clear to me yet. I wasn't born yesterday and I know that that meaningful smile is his way of communicating to me.

Is he flirting with me? The audacity of that man to send such a message when Kairos is all over my body. I mentally shook my head and bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. These men...

Sipping on my drinks of choice. I realized that Kairos had been silent for quite some time and my eyes found their way back towards him on their own. I choked on my drink and the alcohol burned my tongue after I saw him glaring at the bartender with a bloody murder going on in his mind.

I snapped my finger to get his attention. Kairos didn't even blink his eyes. He straight up bore his hazel brown eyes towards me and then he dried his glass with just one shove of it down on his throat.

"Let's go to my VIP suite," he said to me. He didn't wait for my answer and instead, he started to drag me across the dancefloor, his eyes were eyeing a particular path that led to the second floor of Soho.

When Kairos and I were already standing in the middle of the dancefloor the DJ blasted my favorite song that my body couldn't just say no to. I stomped my feet against the dancefloor and only if there was a way for me to bury my heels just so I could stop him as soon as possible. I would have done that. I remember pulling his arms with all of my might just so I could stop him and when I got his attention. An innocent smile popped on my lips.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, not sure if I heard him say that or if I only managed to read those words out of his lips. Nevertheless, I know that those were the exact questions that he bombed me with.

"This is my song. Dance with me," I told him. Kairos glared at me and that made me let go of his arm without a second thought for he look like a lion who'll bite off my head for pissing him off.

Without saying a thing. I turned my back and took steps away from him. The sensual lyrics and beat of the song made everyone swamp on the dancefloor. I immediately lost Kairos. I tried to look for him but I couldn't find him anywhere, I couldn't care less and didn't bother to spend another second roaming my eyes just so I could see him.

If he doesn't want to dance with him then I won't force him. I am fucking Isla Therese Sloan dressed up like Rory Spencer. I embodied every man's fantasy at the moment and I can always find someone who'll dance with me.

The moment I closed my eyes. The spirit of the song took over me. I began to move my body, following the beat of the song. I swayed my hips and run my hands from my neck down to my pair of delectable boobs. Just when I am enjoying myself. I felt a pair of manly arms wrapping it around my waist like a ribbon. My eyes remained shut and the goosebumps that I felt with the warmth of this stranger's touch excite the whore in me.

I bit my lower lip after I felt his hand on my chest slowly kneading it and then I felt something hard poking my butt cheeks. The fire of his burning touches spreads all over my body like wildfire. Just when I felt like caving in with his touches, risking whether Rory's friends and her fiance might end up seeing me being intimate with a stranger in this bar. The man leaned in near my ear.

"This is a torture to me. Do you want to go somewhere private?" He whispered. I opened my eyes and stopped grinding against his crotch.

Am I about to have sex with someone right now? My body fucking wants to and yet I am in a middle of a shift and what I am doing is unprofessional and so I started to remove his arm away from my waist but he only pressed me closer to him and so it annoyed me.

"Why? What's wrong? You don't want to go with me?"

"No," I said. I was relieved and I almost thanked God when it came out of my lips firm and with diction even though my body was begging me to shut my mouth and just enjoy this.

"Why not?"

"Please let go of me," I tried to ask the stranger nicely as I didn't want to cause a scene. I heard him bark a set of laughter near my ear and it tickles me. I closed my eyes and tried to remove his arm from my waist.

"I can't. Right at this moment. Baby, you are owned by me," he whispered. I never heard such a possessive remark that ended up sounding like a piece of music to my ear. This is the freaking first time that I loved how someone declares that I am them.

Just one week. If this man can wait for me until I am done with this little mission of mine. I'd be thrilled to be his. For now, I must reject him.

"No. You're wrong. I am not yours. I am my fiance's," I said. Once more I heard him chuckle near my ear only that this time. His laughter sounded so familiar.

"Exactly what I said. Good girl," he whispered once more and I wasted no time. I turned to face him and I got the confirmation that all this time. Kairos is the one that I am dancing with.

Fuck! All those sexual attraction is meant for him.

Gritting my teeth. I walked out on him for the second time around and found myself going to the table that Andra reserved for me.

Gresya suddenly pulled me when squealing wasn't enough for her and I almost lost my balance but her hand was quick to help me stand back on my feet.

"We saw how you two danced! That was so hot. All that sexual tension," she muttered. I looked at Italia and Andra. Italia is just as thrilled as her twin sister. Andra on the other hand was puzzled and it felt like she was trying to figure me out with the way she was staring at me. She pressed her lips together and composed herself for a few seconds before she opened her mouth to ask me a question.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"Like what? Like a slut? Online. I did a tiny research. We both know that I will end up a trophy wife for Kairos. Might as well give him the best sex while I spend his riches," I told him.

"My trophy wife huh?" Kairos asked. My cheeks flushed.

I freaking lost count of times that I embarrassed myself within ten minutes.

I rolled my eyes at Kairos and sat in between the Del Prado twins. Italia was surprised to see me leaving Kairos with no choice but to sit next to Italia if ever he wanted to join us at this table or he could just go to his VIP suite.

The real party started when Italia and Gresya were no longer sober. With a bottle of beer in Gresya's hand. She pulled me back into the dancefloor and I couldn't do anything but let her take me.

"Let's go! Show them what you got! Twerk that juicy ass!" I hyped her up and when she did. My head rolled back as I laughed. She looks cute while she twerks and twerks plus the word cute is a very unusual combination.

Still laughing. I found my eyes drifting back to the table and I caught Andra leaning her head on Kairo's shoulder with her hand massaging the side of her head.

"Are we both seeing this or I am hallucinating?" I asked Italia. She also stops dancing as Andra and Kairos catch his attention.

Kairos and I were not married yet and this so-called best friend of Rory was already making her filthy move to make herself his mistress.

Before I could even tear my eyes off their direction. Kairos met mine and it made me still. He remained calm while it felt like a trigger was pulled in my system and if I wouldn't walk away from there. The red that I am seeing will intensify and the real Rory will lose a friend once she is back from the corner of the Earth where she chose to freak hide!

It wasn't just the dress that we had in common. Andra and I are desiring the same man.