Page 40 of Vow of Revenge
A dangerous look tightened his smirk, a darkness shadowed his expression. There was nothing. Narrowed eyes and steady breathes. Harmonic chords of lively folk music weaved in and out as doors opened and closed behind us. My pounding heartbeat thundered in my ears as his silent stare intensified.
“I’ll not deny it.” With those sudden few words, Kaleb swivelled on his heels and sauntered back down the corridor.
Finally releasing my breath, my shoulder bumped the wall to stop myself from wavering.
What the hell was that?
Following the music back to the ballroom, I scanned the crowd in search of Syrah. I internally cursed the organisers for not allowing guests to bring their mobile phones into the event. Most left them in a secure box in the front, but I left mine at the apartment, as it was one less thing to forget. Glimmer had exclusive rights to all the sexy snaps, and they couldn’t risk insider hot pics being leaked.
Women compared diamond sizes and men all but set their cocks side by side. I hated these pointless functions. Cynthia always made me attend because it was good for public relations if the payroll mingled with the celebs and VIP’s. She told me on countless occasions that I should be forging contacts while on the hunt for a suitable partner.
Champagne flowed over coupe rims, a solo cellist played a haunting melody beneath a blinding spotlight, and my sister was still missing in action.
Pushing into the midst, I swiped a glass of rose bubbles from a passing waiter. The fruity liquid popped elegantly in my mouth, giving me back much needed moisture after wasting it all on Kaleb De Courcy.
Cynthia was lurking to my right. Ducking left, I discretely dodged her searching gaze, hiding from view behind the bald round head of a man I’d never met. There was no way I could speak to my boss with swollen ‘just sucked a guy off’ lips.
Just as my neck straightened, I spotted him again. Kaleb escorted an ash blonde woman through the guests. My stomach knitted when I caught sight of his palm resting on her lower back. When they stopped at the table, she turned into him and slid her hand along his lapel. He didn’t smile down at her, nor did he look at her with any other expression than his usual cold glare, but it hurt to see him with someone else. Her hands on his chest were like punches to my gut.
Suddenly her face flicked to the side as she greeted another guest. Every organ in my body jumped as the blood jolted in my veins. “Her?” The word flooded out as the cellist peaked the symphony, teaming up with my staccato heartbeat.
I knew that woman. She worked in Glimmer, in the editorial department on the sixth floor. Lynn Taylor was a self-righteous nasty bitch who nit-picked and micromanaged everything I did. If it wasn’t for Cynthia, I would’ve jacked in my job at Glimmer because Lynn made it her life goal to make me feel insignificant.
Cynthia was the voice of reason with a tactful penchant for subduing Lynn’s inner witch when necessary, but I still had to deal with her constant criticism. Of all the men Lynn could bring, it had to be Kaleb. It was like a slap in the face with the cold hard hand of reality.
A wicked thought made me smile. I knew a secret. This was my turn to seek satisfaction and extinguish the smug smirk on Lynn Taylor’s face… and stop her lips from going anywhere near his.
The table they sat around was filled with several unknowns, so I could pretty much take the lead with my plan. Strolling over to their table with a purposefully sexy sway, I made sure Kaleb had full view of my arrival.
“Good evening.” I paused before them and spoke with a confidence that surprised and delighted me. There were no rules to break, no code to keep confidential. Kaleb and I weren’t together, and Lynn was a bitch.
“Oh, look who it is. Felicia,” she muttered behind gritted teeth.
I smiled, sickening myself with its syrupy sweetness. “It’s, Freya.”
“Felicia, why are you hoovering around my table like a weirdo stalker. Just because we work in the same building doesn’t mean we’re friends.” Lynn’s head jutted out and her bright pink lips pouted.
I hummed loudly with the thrill of justice in my soul. Kaleb sat back in his chair, one hand holding a glass and the other casually draping his thigh, watching my every move. For the first time in my life I was able to tap into my temper, harness its authority and create a vixen of power. My eyes darted to his, locking him with a lustful teasing gaze.
“Like I said, my name is, Freya… not fellatio. Oh my…” I licked my lips. “Did I mess up my words? I really didn’t mean to reference a blow job. My bad.” My eyes trailed down to Kaleb’s filled trousers.
Lynn jumped up from her seat, shunting the white wrapped chair into my legs. She spun round to face me. “Are you hitting on him?” Her voice was strangled.
I giggled behind my fingers, feigning innocence. “Oh! I’m sorry, Lynn. No, I wasn’t hitting on your date.” The corners of my lips reached my eyes. Leaning into her diamond encrusted dangly earring I spoke softly, my eyes focused on Kaleb’s impassive face. “I wasn’t hitting on him because I’ve already had him. In fact, he came in my mouth only a few minutes ago.”
My words carried through the space between us. The truth ricocheted off her diamond lobes. His pupils flared, and the left side of his mouth quirked.
Lynn’s bright red talons shot upwards. “You’re lying, bitch!” Her stretched out palm flew towards my face, only to be halted abruptly mid swing.
“Don’t,” Kaleb ordered in one command.
“But she’s lying,” she panted. “Isn’t she?”
Kaleb stood back and let her hand fall. “I escorted you to the Gala, that doesn’t mean you own me. Sit down and stop making a scene.”
Her face crumpled, reddening from the neck up. She obediently dropped to the seat on his command. Lynn had succumbed, in that moment it didn’t matter if I had sucked him off or not – he was in control and she was willingly at his side.
His hand nudged my elbow, pushing me away from the table. I stumbled, dazed by his touch, fearful of the effect he was having on me and shocked by the demon who I just let out to play.
