Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel Chapter 105

Kas's POV

 

Hundreds of flashes go off as we take our spots on the little x's on the red carpet in front of the wall of photographers. We ignore the questions being yelled at us as Bronx slides his hand around my waist and squeezes a little. I look up at him with a big smile, which makes the flashes go off even faster. My smile gets even bigger when he gives me a wink, then leans down to give me a kiss.

 

"You're so fucking beautiful, Kas," he whispers against my lips, before he stands straight again and walks away backwards. He raises his hands toward me and looks toward the photographers, then claps his hands, showing the crowd how much he approves of my slinky black dress. We don't go to many red carpet events, but for the ones we go to, Bronx always gives the media a minute to get solo pics of me. I feel Lex swoon at our mate, making me blush again before I pose by myself.

 

I may be young, but I'm not stupid. After my interactions with Katherine, I completely understand she invited

Bronx and me here for clout. We are just another feather in her cap. Convincing the Masons to attend one of her events is an impressive feat, indeed. If she wants attention, I'll be glad to provide it. Two can play at this game.

 

I let my little storm cloud, combined with Lex’s bold personality, fuel me as I stand by myself in front of the endless sea of flashing cameras. I turn and let everyone see the large keyhole back of the dress, intentionally exposing my keloid scars from years of being whipped by my former Alpha. It’s nota secret to the public that I have severe scarring, but the human world believes it is from being in a fire when I was young. It is something I have discussed before, but never shown off in the human world.

 

There is a lull in the noise when the crowd, who has never seen the scars, realizes how severe they really are.

When I turn my head and wave at the photographers with a sly smile, the flashes and questions start again, even more frenzied than before.

 

Through the noise, I hear giggling and clapping. I see Delilah, Musu, Carly, and Diane chatting excitedly in the left wing while they watch me pose.

 

"Kas, who are your friends?" a voice calls out from the crowd. I wave the women toward me. Carly looks around, not sure what to do in the impromptu moment. A woman with a headset and clipboard motions to Carly that they should all come out to join me.I can hear her say you have forty-five seconds as Carly nods her head.

Bullshit, lady. We have as much time as I damn well please.

 

My four friends shyly make their way hand in hand out to stand next to me. I see them looking at the view from center stage in awe. We wrap our arms around each other's waists and pose with big cheerful smiles. I call out to the reporters who each woman is and how I know them. Carly whispers she will provide the spelling for everyone’s names so it is correct in any publications that want to post them.

 

“I wouldn't be here today if it wasn’t for these ladies. They are family to me,” I say loudly to the reporters. They do not know it is a dig at Katherine and the rest of the Manae, but I know damn well she is watching the video feed and she will hear it. 1 imagine how angry she looks right now with a sense of satisfaction.

 

While we all smile and wave. When we walk out of the spotlight, Carly goes to speak to a production assistant and gives them everyone's names with the correct spelling °

 

I am stopped by a reporter from a fashion website who is accompanied by a cameraman recording video for a quick interview.

 

After she asks about the dress designer and fawns over how good I look, she asks a couple more serious questions, " Kas, can you tell us what's next for you? "Well, my business partner Delilah and I have been considering another second location for our bakery. We'll see. One is a lot of work as it is, but we have big goals."

 

"And what about you and Bronx?" The reporter smiles broadly.

 

"Oh, you mean are we planning on having children?"

 

"Well, I would never ask that outright, but since you brought it up, sure.”

"Maybe one day, but things have been really busy for us with my business getting off the ground and with

MasonCo doing so well, so we haven't talked about it much," I wave off the question.

 

"Thank you for your time, Kas. You look gorgeous as always.”

 

I step away and am greeted by my friends. Bronx is still being interviewed by a reporter from a financial

magazine. While we wait for them, Marco takes pictures of us all together with his cell phone.