She stood a few feet away from me. I went still I knew I’d be ting hard, but didn’t think ‘ugh time to


    seeing I T prepare my mind for our meeting


    She looked beautiful I couldn’t help but train her body with my eyes that perfect shape want my hand over her high s trail that figure I’ve mastered over and over again with my tongue.


    A thousand thoughts crossed my mind. I imagined her naked body on mine. My nose, ced on the cmoked of her neck, which always smells like strawberry.


    I furrowed my eyes in disappointment when she shifted her gaze as a man from behind her called Her name.


    head


    fist my hands when he held her hand. He wore a ck tuxedo, he was tall felt amming sad against the closest wall when he ced a hand over her shoulder


    Lydia didn’t spare me another nce as they walked away, leaving me standing alone in the parking lot


    I ced my hand on my chest and squeezed it lightly.


    I know this was unreasonable, bing possessive of an ex–wife. I tried to steady my breath and calm myself before taking the


    find step insude.


    The hall is ornate and covered by multiple designs, but it’s mostly pink and purple, Lydia’s favorite colors


    I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a deliberate act from them. Two men stood at the entrance, wearing ck suits and bow Des


    on their necks,


    Hands were ced together, and the neck was inclined whenever unyone passed before them.


    I looked past the crowd for Lydia and, though I don’t want to say this, for the jerk holding her hand


    But I can’t find them. There are others in front of me.


    Men of different calibers, not just constructionpanies, were invited.


    Their conversation rang out like the banter of kids. I waved at a few and stood to shake hands with some of them.


    Chandeliers hung on the ceiling, with lines of diamonds on them. Artifacts and a picture of the corporation’s past chairman were


    on the wall


    This hotel belongs to the samepany, so this was no surprise.


    The air is misty, and the smell of alcohol flows under my nostrils.


    Round tables are spread around the hall, and white clothing is thrown over them.


    “Mr. Mason <b>Woods</b>,” I turned when I heard my name, almost knocking a waiter holding a tray t on his hand.


    “I’m sorry,” the girl’s voice was shaky. I red at her, “Watch it,” I said sharply, dusting the invisible dust on my suit. She briskly past me.


    I’m sorry about that. The man in front of me apologized<b>. </b>I <b>sighed </b>Impatiently. He was dressed like the men at the entrance


    An usher, maybe.


    “Your seat is this way,” he extended his hand to the side.


    We walked together, him at the front and me behind him. My eyes moved around the <b>people </b>who were also being directed to their


    seats.


    Where is Lydia?


    There are about a hundred people in here, and with all clustering around trying to find their designated seats, finding her won’t be the easiest thing right now.


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    How did I miss the little notes on each table? I pulled out a chair and sat. On the top of the table was a square–like piece of <b>paper </b>with my name written on it.


    The waiter bowed and walked away.


    Immediately after he left, a waiter walked towards me and ced a ss on the top of the table.


    Wondering who the others sitting with me were, I looked around curiously. It wouldn’t hurt to check.


    I picked the closest paper and turned it towards me. My eyes almost bulged out when I saw the name.


    Alissa Brooks.


    Lydia would be seated here.


    I took a sip from my drink and just then, I felt the presence of someone behind my back. I turned, except the person right–hand side, pulling out a chair.


    <b>was </b>now by my


    Whipping my head to the right, I felt <b>a </b>wave of excitement rush through me. I didn’t expect we’d be seated side by side.


    But my excitement was murdered immediately when I saw him.


    Why was he sticking to her like glue? He pulled out a chair, not bothering to check the name in front of him, and sat at her side. Lydia was seated between us.


    I grinded my teeth when she leaned towards him and whispered something to him. Heughed and whispered to her, too.


    I downed the content of my ss. When I turned again towards her, I was surprised to see her staring. She looked away from me immediately.


    <b>But </b>I had caught her eyes briefly, noticing something fiery in that gaze. She pulled her dress up, and my eyes moved to her exposed cleavages.


    My throat went dry. I inhaled slowly, forcing my gaze away to the man who joined the table. He smiled brightly when he saw Lydia pushing his chair back; he stood and walked around to her.


    He extended <b>a </b>hand for a handshake, “I can’t believe my luck; I got to sit beside you.” He eximed.


    “I’m so honored,” he held her hand, refusing to let it go. “I’ve been following all your projects, and I must say you leave quite an impression with everything you handle.”


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    “You tter me, Mr… she trailed, and he supplied her with his name, “Kingsley


    Kingsley.” He was still holding her hand and looking at her with bright eyes. Probably happy she called his name.


    <b>Maybe </b>I should poke his eyes with my hands and give it to him as a meal.


    “It’s an honor to be graced with your most precious presence. Now


    that was enough.


    But Mr. Kingsley didn’t probably think so, and he thought it would be nice to take things a step forward.


    He started lifting the back of her palm towards his lips.