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He reaches out and touches a strand of her hair and my jealously flames higher.

I can’t take it.

I push off the bar and she turns, her eyes locking with mine and for a moment it’s like the entire world slips away. Nothing else matters or exists other than the two of us, looking at each other across the room.

She smiles and it shatters my heart it is so beautiful.

Then she turns back to the man who is pursuing her, and I snarl in anger.

Pushing my way through the crowd again I make my way to her side. I don’t want to share her tonight. Not tonight and not ever.

Chapter 11 - Jade

I can’t believe I let Ruslana talk me into choosing this dress. It’s nothing like I have ever worn before, so fucking revealing I feel like I’m spilling out at every side.

I bite at my lip as we walk into the party together.

I am so completely out of place here.

Everywhere I look, the women are gorgeous. They are tall and slender and sculpted with perfect figures and sharp jaw lines. Self-conscious, I reach up and touch my chin, feeling the roundness of my face and suddenly I want to slink away and hide by the bar all night.

I’m being ridiculous wearing a dress like this. I should never have done it. I’m going to feel so uncomfortable all night.

I glance around the crowd, looking for Radmir, at least it will be a familiar face.

Ruslana reaches over and touches my arm. “Babe, I am going to get a drink, do you want anything?”

“No, thanks, I’m going to see if I can find Radmir,” I say back, trying to speak loud enough that she hears me over the music.

“Ok, I’ll catch up with you later then. Stop looking so nervous. You are freaking gorgeous in that dress.”

“I hate you a little bit for talking me into it,” I chuckle.

“Whatever, you just watch how the men stare at you all night and try and tell me I’m wrong.” She laughs, dismissing my discomfort with a wave of her hand as she disappears into the party.

Not even a minute after she’s left me a man comes over to me.

At first I think he must be asking if I’ve seen someone or for directions or something.

But he isn’t. He’s flirting with me.

For some reason, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

And worse, I can’t help but compare him to Radmir and he falls flat on his face compared to Rad’s drop-dead gorgeous good looks.

I turn and scan the crowd again, looking for him and across the party my eyes lock with his.

My heart stops as we stare at each other.

The music seems to stop, the talking seems to stop. Everything is silent and frozen in time.

It’s just me and him.

And he looks like he could own the world if he wanted to. Oh my word, he looks gorgeous.

The high collar black shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned enough that I can see the curve of his collar bone and the muscles of his pecs. He has the sleeves half rolled up over his forearms which flex as he moves, holding his drink. And that half smile, perfectly chiseled jaw and those dark grey eyes. My legs are weak just trying to keep myself standing.

But then I realize—he’s looking at me for a really long time and I’m wearing—well I’m wearing practically nothing with all my bits falling out and suddenly I can’t look at him anymore.

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