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Her eyes sparkled in happiness even though her cheeks were are bright as her outfit. It was strange because seeing her happy gave me a soft, warm glow in my chest, but I shook it off to take her hand.
“Your carriage awaits,” I said, leading her outside into the warm evening.
On the way to the event, Emilia had a few questions about the event and the charity it was linked to, but most of the journey was in a comfortable silence. I’d had plenty of companions by my side at similar events but never anyone like Emilia. She made me want to impress her, to strut around like a damn peacock. I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Are you alright?” she asked from beside me.
I grabbed her hand and held it but didn't say anything. She turned her hand around beneath mine and linked her fingers through mine. The same hand that had murdered countless people.
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We walked through the throngs of people until I ushered her onto the red carpet. She looked relaxed and happy as she smiled at people.
“Mr Wicke, who is your latest girlfriend?” a reporter shouted out as there were rapid flashes of lights from the cameras.
I’d donned my mask before leaving the car but the bloodsuckers had caught wind of me. I ignored them and led Emilia inside.
“Quite the celebrity,” she whispered. “But I can see the need for your work mask.”
I was young, successful, and extremely wealthy, which made me a target for the media and many others. I kept my arm around her waist as we went inside. Once we reached the stairs I paused for a moment to take in my surroundings and the fire exits.
Why did there seem to be more men at this event?
Thankfully, Emilia was too busy looking around her surroundings to notice my glowering.
Chapter 11
Emilia
Nothing could have prepared me for the scale of the event. Cyrus resembled a dark villain with his black suit and black mask, but he made my heart beat faster than ever. I’d waited for him to say my dress was too garish because he hadn't looked too pleased with it earlier, but looking around there were a few women who wore a similar style of outfit. The fact that he hadn't let go of me since we left the car with the valet was telling.
There were more than a few eyes on us as we walked down the stairs. Most women had opted to wear modern dresses but I preferred the more historical look. Cyrus introduced me to a few people before he left to get us a drink.
“Wow, Cyrus certainly knows how to pick them,” a man said behind me.
When I turned to see the man it wasn't someone who Cyrus had introduced me to. I didn't say anything because I had a feeling the asshole would dig his own grave. His beady blue eyes were already latched onto my breasts.
“I wonder if you will last more than a few days, though. He doesn't seem to have much luck keeping his women. I’m Kyle Bennet,” he said as he tried to take my hand, which I quickly hid behind my back.
His smile vanished as his eyes narrowed on me, which made me smile.
“You obviously don't know who I am, but I know your type of tra—” he stopped when he looked over my shoulder.
I felt Cyrus move behind me, and a glass of champagne appeared before me.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said as he slipped his hand around me and left it to rest below my breasts.
“Take the hint, Kyle, she isn't interested,” he said in a low voice full of restrained anger.
“How long will this one last? Let me know if she is any good in the sack. I might give her a pity fuck when you're done with her,” he scoffed.
I almost gasped at his crass words. Going from a higher education environment into a working one was tough because I learned to curb my tongue, but I wasn't at work and I didn't want Cyrus to snap in a public event.
“Why don't you write what your problem is with me on a piece of paper, fold it up and shove it up your ass?” I said politely before I took a sip of my champagne.
He glared at me before glancing at Cyrus, but he didn't say anything and walked away from us, muttering to himself. My eyes narrowed on his back when I heard him call me an English whore. I have a rich English, Irish and Spanish heritage.
What a fucking wanker.
