Chapter 425: Silhouette (2)


    Not wanting to wait for Damien to do anything, Katherine made the first move. Mr. West had just excused himself to talk to other club members, so she took the chance and made her way to the two handsome gentlemen by the stage.


    The long, blonde-haired guy was a couple of inches shorter than Damien, but he was quite the looker too. He wore a pink tuxedo with whitepels and pants; it was a nice contrast to his bearded look. If Katherine hadn''t researched about him earlier, she would''ve thought he was one of Damien''s friends.


    But Wace White was nowhere near her dashing Damien, who wore a slim-fit tux in ecru which had a textured detailing almost simr to that of her dress''s glitterycea West design, of course, and something that she did behind his back. The peakpels on his tux and his pants were ck, making him look extra debonair. The most important thing was, they matched.


    She didn''t know if he noticed it yet, but she was sure that by the time she reached them, the prying eyes of women, who had been eyeing him since, would. For an exclusive club, there sure were a lot of members. And both men and women were itching to make Damien''s acquaintancefor business or pleasure.


    However, she would make sure none of the women with foul intentions could even have the guts to imagine they had a chance with him. They''d have to go through her if they dared. Thedies in all sizes and ages were holding back as they were either feeling ''too inferior'' to make the first move on him, or feeling ''too reserved'' that they didn''t want to make a bad impression. But not Katherine, of coursefor Damien, she was already naughty.


    ...


    "Hey" she greeted in a soft voice, her fingers subtly brushing against the back of his hand as she gave him a feather-light kiss on the cheek.


    By instinct, he ced his other hand on her back; he could smell a hint of orange, jasmine, rose, and vani on her when he returned the greeting. Her sweet fragrance lingered and stayed on him even when she pulled away.


    "Of course the King gets the woman," they heard one spiteful man say a few feet away from where they stood; it made her smile. He had one cheeky Kittenattracting many guys'' attention.


    Then, Katherine turned to the man next to Damien and extended her hand. "Hi, you must be Mr. White. I''ve heard so much about you."


    Damien still had his eyes fixed on her face; he just couldn''t help it as it felt like he would miss a lot if he so much as blink. Wace received her waiting hand and turned it down, so the back was facing up, and the next thing he knew, the asshole brought her hand up to his face and kissed it.


    "You''re quite lovely, Ms. Young. Your dress suits you very well," Wacemented. Damien shot him a look, but Wace ignored him as if he didn''t exist and continued shing his smile at Katherine.


    "Mm I didn''t know you''re such a smooth talker and quite fashionable too." Katherine gave him a brief once over. "I saw your works in the hallway, Mr. White I''m instantly a fan."


    "Katherine" Damien called her attention, not fond of the way the two were getting friendlier by the second.


    "Ah Here. You forgot this at home." Katherine took out a white and gold piece of jewelry from a t velvet box in her purse. She swiftly pinned it to the leftpel of Damien''s suit and patted it in ce afterward.


    Wace chuckled when he saw what she pinned on him. "I didn''t know you were a catdy, Damien."


    "What?" Damien wasn''t paying attention. He didn''t even know what she put on him until he heard Wace''sment. He looked down and inspected the jewelry on his tux and found a cat. It had a white body while its head and tail were gold. The feline was in a sitting position with its head tilted to the side, and its judgy eyes were staring directly at himor whoever was looking at it.


    "Oh, he''s not very much of a cat person really... He only has one Kitten forever until he grows old and has grey hair," Katherine corrected.


    Damien raised his head and met her gaze; they looked at each other, and only the two of them understood what the other was thinking. She was staking her immarking her territory. Let it be known to everyone that she owned him ''Forever?''


    Wace chuckled upon hearing her statement. It wasn''t hard to see what she was doing, and despite their little inside joke, he somehow caught on that she was referring to herself as the kitten. He found the two amusing, the excitement and thrill coursed through him, widening his grin.


    Turning to Wace, she put on a polite smile. "Mr. White, I''ve been told that you can help us? I''m looking forward to your end of the bargain."


    Wace''s gorgeous smile could melt many women, but it was ineffective for Katherine. "Man, she doesn''t y. I like her already."


    Damien let out a deep sigh and drank his second round of champagne. Why did it seem like he had be the third wheel in this trio? No. There was no trio. It was only him and Katherine, Wace was just a prop. He had to get rid of the prop soon.


    As if fate wanted to y with Damien, Wace kept his and Katherine''s flutes aside then turned back to her, saying, "Ms. Young, please May I have this dance?" He extended his hand outward.


    "White." Damien''s face hardened. Why was this man such a troublemaker? He leaned forward and whispered to Katherine, so only they could hear, "Let''s talk."


    With a gentle-looking face, she answered, "Honey, it''s rude to turn down Mr. White, don''t you think?"


    Wace suppressed another chuckle. "True. It''s rude to turn down Mr. White, Damien. Settle down, handsome. It''s only right for the host to entertain his guest." He patted Damien''s back and took Katherine''s arm, hooking it with his as he dragged her to the dance floor.


    Damien had no choice but to watch Wace take away his girlfriend. A minuteter, Jeffrey appeared on his side. After their brief greeting, he asked if Katherine came, and Damien nodded in their direction at the dance floor.


    "Ha! Loverboy took your girlfriend?" Jeffrey teased. "I didn''t think you''d allow him to be honest. After all, he''s quite thedies'' man."


    Damien snapped his head at his friend, his brows knitting in confusion. "What are you talking about? Isn''t he gay?"


    Raising a curious brow, Jeffrey turned to face the other and scanned his facial expression. "You... didn''t know?"


    "Know what?"


    "Bro, Wace is bisexual. He swings both ways," Jeffrey responded. "And I hear he''s quite the casanova. Isn''t it why he''s called loverboy?"


    Damien''s stare instantlynded on the two on the dance floor. Wace held Katherine''s hand, and his other hand was ced on the small of her back. The next second, he met Wace''s gaze, and thetter formed a slow smile.


    "Huh." He could not believe it. Downing the rest of his drink, Damien muttered, "Jeff, if I kill someone tonight, help me hide the body."