Chapter 52: The Scent of Death

“WEREN’T you afraid that I might embarrass you?” I asked Luther.

He chuckled. “I know you wouldn’t do that. Besides, as if that would ever happen. Even if you just stood there and do nothing, you will still be beautiful. And I will still be clapping. Other men wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, they were clapping for you, too.”

I smiled. Never in my life would I admit that I did that to make everyone see that Luther was now off the market. I would never have cared whose party this was or whose birthday we were celebrating. If I didn’t want to perform, no one could force me. But since in a way, it involved Luther, I felt like I had to show off… a little.

I could still feel the lustful stares the women were showering him with. I could hear their every conversation. Some of the women here were the ones he used to date, women who wanted to have him back while some still wanted to have a taste of him despite the ring on his finger.

And when it came to that department, it was hard to blame t