Chapter 6 He Steals The Spotlight

• Why the hell was his question making her tremble, both out of fear and... no, that was unthinkable. Quickly, she glanced over to where her father was. Perhaps he could save her from the clutches of his partner. But realizing that her dad was more focused on chatting with the guests, she knew that the reality was that she had to get rid of Cauther on her own. The problem was, how?
• "Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he began to dance with her in his arms, not giving her a chance to escape.
• "If my father realizes what you're doing, he will surely be very angry with you," she saw Cauther glance at Rafael out of the corner of his eye, aware that her father was not paying attention to her. But she had to do something at least.
• "I don't think he's paying much attention. Why should I worry?"
• Cauther led her at his whim in that slow and somewhat tight dance, she was cornered, she couldn't make a scene in front of everyone. She needed to keep up appearances, she also didn't want to give Cauther the satisfaction of making a fool of herself in front of everyone. However, he seemed to be enjoying making her angry, first he kissed her for no reason and then he took her at his will, forcing her to dance.
• "Are you enjoying this?" She asked angrily.
• "No, actually it's overrated," that answer really infuriated her. He was a damn son of a bitch.
• "How is it possible that my father esteems you so much, being so presumptuous and arrogant?"
• Just then, the raven-haired girl felt Cauther's arm tighten around her body, what was he planning? To kiss her in front of everyone? To be the talk of all those people? her father was not going to tolerate such inappropriate behavior. The young woman looked into Cauther's eyes and saw no hint of anger, or mockery, or any other feeling. That man was colder than an iceberg.
• Suddenly the background music ended, and many began to leave the room to cool off before dancing another piece. Casey knew that this was her chance, she was one hundred percent sure that Cauther did not want his partner to catch him dancing so intimately with his only daughter.
• "The dance is over, Mr. Acrom," she said, stopping her steps. But he refused to let her go.
• "I suppose so."
• "Then, let me go, or else my father will realize the stupidity you are doing."
• But that warning she gave Cauther seemed to be the worst response of the night, apart from attending that damn party, of course! Casey saw how Cauther's face contorted in a way she didn't expect, well, who could, if that man didn't show any expression other than the usual.
• "Stupidity?" He replied somewhat proudly.
• Then she felt her body being almost dragged, she walked through the crowd with difficulty and was pushing the guests. She didn't understand what the hell was going on, but the idiot Cauther was pulling her as if she were a mere rag.
• "What the hell is wrong with you?" She spoke in a low voice to avoid attracting attention.
• Suddenly she and Cauther were alone on the side of the stairs, it was a short corridor, but quite discreet that led to a door that led to who knows where. Casey found herself cornered against the wall with Cauther almost on top of her.
• "Do you think I care what Rafael thinks?"
• "Then why did you run away when the room is about to clear out?"
• "I really don't care about being the center of attention for such insignificant people."
• "Then, if you care about what my father might think," she challenged him, not knowing why the hell she was doing it.
• "Is that what you think?" He replied in a hoarse voice.
• Cauther closed the little space between the two of them, standing just inches away from her, placing one hand on the wall while the other slipped into his pants pocket.
• Slowly, Casey realizes that Cauther was approaching her again and that meant he intended to... damn, did he want to kiss her again? But what the hell! Not knowing what the hell she was doing, she pushed Cauther abruptly, preventing him from kissing her again or doing whatever he pleased. Unable to run, she opted to walk quickly to get away from her father's business partner, but suddenly her steps were abruptly halted, it seemed that the train of her dress had gotten caught on something.
• She looked over her shoulder to see a shiny shoe stepping on the train of her dress, and it was at that moment that she knew it had not been a good idea to wear that outfit for the night. As the dark-haired woman looked up, she realized that Cauther was the one holding her back, but that was not all, within seconds she was enveloped in his arms, followed by Cauther's tongue ravaging her mouth in such a beastly way that her damn legs began to tremble.
• Quickly, the man's hand slipped through the opening of her dress and with the same ease as he kissed her, he also removed the garter she was wearing that night. Unfortunately for her, he had to tear it off forcefully, as it was connected to her panties. Surprise swept over Casey's senses as she felt the lace fabric slide down her thigh, while she, not understanding how, lifted her leg slightly to allow Cauther to slide the garment down her leg. At that moment, the dark-haired woman wondered, what would happen next?
• To Casey's amazement, the kiss did not last long, because a few seconds later Cauther abruptly pulled away from her... she looked into his eyes, and in them she noticed a hint of mockery. It was only a moment, but she was completely sure she saw that mocking glint in his eyes. He was playing with her, that was the reason he had kissed her that night, but why did he take off the garter? He was a son of a b****.
• "I brought you here because I didn't want others to see when I took off this fabulous garment," he waved the garter like a flag between his fingers.
• "Idiot, give that to me, how dare you touch me like that?" Casey pushed Cauther and slapped him. "You've just been playing with me, I forbid you to lay a hand on me again," she threatened, pointing her finger at him.
• Without waiting for Cauther to say a word, and she didn't really want him to since she was scared to death, Casey gave him a look of disdain, showing her displeasure. She grabbed the train of her dress and dashed out of that corridor. Upon reaching the large, somewhat empty room, the first thing she noticed was her father. With her heart racing and nerves on edge, she approached her father seeking some support. She felt suffocated and quite confused.
• "Father!" she greeted him politely, but somewhat agitated, surrounded by many important and wealthy businessmen.
• "Oh, Casey! I thought you hadn't arrived yet, daughter."
• "I arrived a long time ago, father," she replied, feeling her legs trembling, hating feeling that way all because of that damn Cauther.
• "That's good," the man replied before turning his attention back to the businessmen, ignoring her once again.
• "Father," she called out in a very low voice, the man looked at her. "I would like to leave now."
• "We can't just leave Genaro like that, daughter."
• "But..."
• And unexpectedly, Cauther appeared out of nowhere behind her, sending shivers down her spine. His scent and masculine presence made her feel uncomfortable, which, even though it seemed crazy to her, she found it... intriguing, but she must not forget what that bastard had put her through.
• "Rafael, you've finally arrived!" Cauther exclaimed as if nothing had happened.
• "Thank you for coming early, Cauther," they shook hands, while Casey felt like the most ignored woman in the world.
• She didn't even look at the man beside her, and they almost bumped shoulders. The truth was, she was trembling, should she blame the cold in the room? No, she couldn't be that naive. The culprit of her state of disturbance was Cauther Lance Acrom, her father's business partner who had her garter hidden somewhere.
• "Cauther, while I talk to our colleagues, why don't you take my daughter for a dance. It seems she wants to leave, and I don't think it would be appropriate to make such a big deal to Genaro."
• The dark-haired woman watches her father in astonishment, had he not heard her request? She wanted to go home, not go dancing with the man she wanted to get away from that party. Casey looked angrily at her father, and he seemed to notice them.
• “Casey...
• She didn't care how he felt, she didn't want to be there and yet her father didn't give a damn about her feelings. She glanced sideways at Cauther, who curiously kept a damn smile hidden behind those lips she had tasted minutes before. He was a bastard, enjoying her misfortunes.