Since it was Gordon’s sixtieth birthday, the party lasted for three days. The Lanes were politicians. From what I heard, Gordon used to be a governor. Although he had retired, Darius was still a mayor, so it went without saying that many influential figures graced the party. As for Christopher, it was likely that he would inherit the family business from his mother.
The capacious courtyard was temporarily remodified to provide a resting area for guests. The servants busied themselves attending to them while I stood along the hallway, not knowing how I should dispose of the time at hand.
Just as I was walking past a room, a hand came out of nowhere and tugged me in. Before I could even let out a scream, I was already pushed against the shut door.
My eyes widened in shock when I saw Christopher’s face up close. I could see my own reflection in his dark and gentle eyes. I almost lost myself in his captivating gaze as he fixed his eyes on me.
A playful smile curved on the corner of his lips before he rested his head on my shoulder. “Why does the party have to be so long? Why do they have to invite so many people? I can’t even hold your hand in front of everybody and act all lovey-dovey like my parents,” he whined like a child. “When are you getting a divorce, Yvonne? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
I suddenly remembered that Christopher was already engaged. “Let go of me,” I said, pushing him away.
“No way. I waited for so long just to hug you. I’m not letting go.” He insisted and pushed himself against me again. He placed his leg between mine and locked me in his arms.
The familiar scent of his tobacco wafted in the air and his warm breath beat against my neck. The moment was intoxicating, but the words I uttered were hurtful. “Christopher, I don’t want to see you anymore.”
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