If only he loved me too novel Chapter 7

Can you hear the sound of someone choking to death?  yeah, that's me. Never in a million years have I ever thought of choking on absolutely nothing. 

"Oh, my dear. are you alright?" Adeline rubbed my arm in means to calm me down. ha, like that's gonna work 

All I could do was nod, "Adeline, stop scaring the poor child" Rober said amused with my reaction. 

"All I said was that I want a great-grandchild, it's been more than 4 years, Rober," she said it might not be her intention but that kind of hurt, I cannot give them that happiness. I'm not Jane the virgin for christ's sake. I can't give a great-grandchild without doing IT. yes, you read it right, me twenty-four years old married women not to mention married to one of the hottest guys in New York, is still a Virgin.

"Mamma, the event organizer is waving at you to go over," Dimitri said and pulled away from me and I could finally breathe.

I excused myself and went away in search of the bar, I need some serious liquid courage to get through this night.

"Hello, What can I get you to miss?" the young bartender asked politely smiling, I took a seat on one of the bar stools 

"Marchesi di Barolo Arneis 2013, please, "I ordered 

"Coming right up" he smiled again and I waited for my drink, "Here you go, enjoy" I twirled around in my stool and watched everyone. some were old faces, some were new but many were reporters. unintentionally I was seeking someone out and you already know who. I found him talking to a group of people who screamed money with a capital M but what irritated me the most was the way one of the women was holding his arm and occasionally rubbing it, I felt a little twitch in my eye but suddenly my view was blocked.

"That's my seat," said a male voice, I raised my head to look at the vision blocker and raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Don't see your name on it?" I said sipping my wine he chuckled and sat on another stool beside me. 

"Boy, the event hasn't even started yet and you are already in a bad mood" I didn't even glance at him. not worth it but he is kind of cute with blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and a red Armani suit. "I'm usually the one sitting gloomily in this corner, Name's Peter by the way," he said and I nodded at him, not in the mood to engage in a conversation "you don't want to be here, don't you" he chuckled again at my ignorance.