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“Actually, there is.”
“Seriously? What?”
“To convey more truth in all this.”
He came a little closer, stopping just a few inches away from me, so that I could hear the sound of his breathing. If he could hear mine too, he must have noticed that it had completely lost its rhythm due to the proximity of his body to mine.
If there was any doubt as to what he meant by that, it was completely dispelled when he lowered his face, stopping with his lips very close to mine.
So close, that it felt like torture. I couldn't stand the urge to kiss him anymore.
“Is it okay with you if we do this?” he whispered, the sound of his voice reverberating through every cell in my body.
A slight nod was all I could manage in response. Then I closed my eyes and just surrendered to the moment.
It was as if the whole world stopped spinning when his lips met mine. I left the way free for his tongue to enter my mouth and find mine, the two beginning a slow and extremely sensual dance.
His hands slowly slid down my waist, and even with the fabric of my blouse preventing skin-to-skin contact, it was as if a million electrical particles were discharged there.
It wasn't the first time he had kissed me. In fact, we had done it several times during the drunkennight, with the encouragement of the alcohol in our bloodstreams. However, this time, it was different. Even though it was an act, I allowed myself, for a moment, to believe in the illusion that there were feelings there.
This illusion came to an end along with the kiss.
Either way, he smiled at me, and I smiled back, we whispered a ‘see you tomorrow’and I turned around, trying not to look back as I walked towards the entrance of my building.
“That's one lucky bitch...” I heard one of the women whisper as I walked past them.
Well... I had to agree with her on that.
Although I don't know if it could be calledluckto kiss Michael Turner like that if it was just part of an act.
Chapter Twenty-Six
MICHAEL
That was anything but a children's party.
First, because I could count on one hand the number of children there. Despite the children's-themed decoration, looking around gave me the impression that I was at some charity party organized by elderly millionaires.
“There are only old people around here,” my mother complained as soon as we both arrived together.
As Alice's paternal grandmother, she had also been invited. Even if it was against the hosts' wishes.
We arrived so early that not even the birthday girl had arrived. And I was in a state of anxiety to see her.
Right at the entrance, some photographers asked us to pose for a photo. I knew that only one of them was hired by the family; the others were membersof the press, covering the famous first birthday party of the Harris granddaughter and daughter of Michael Turner, the little heiress of two considerable fortunes. Apparently, events with millionaires still generated a lot of views for websites and social media profiles of various media outlets specialized in that type of 'news'.
After smiling at the shower of flashes fired in our direction, my mother and I were guided by a receptionist to the table reserved for us, and my mother added, “I think Margaret and Caleb thought it was a party for old people like them...”
“Mom, you're the same age as them.”
“Of course not. I'm much younger than those two.”
In fact, my mother was the same age as Caleb and three years older than Margaret. But I decided not to comment on that.
Sebastian had texted me earlier, saying they wouldn't be coming because Bonnie wasn't feeling well. And I wanted to believe that was just an excuse for them not to show up and not the reality. I really hoped my sister-in-law would recover soon.
As for Logan, I honestly didn't expect him to be there. So, it was a huge surprise to see him arrive.
