The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Some Things Are Better off Left In Our Heads

[Music: Everything By Lifehouse]

Was Tom Pierce asking me to dance? What in my teen fantasy shit is this?

"Let’s say I’m making your dreams come through," Tom said, giving me that famous dashing smile of his, the one that always made me trip whenever I saw it from a mile away.

I was really a clumsy idiot, weren’t I?

"H-How cocky..." The words left me before I could stop them.

Tom laughed softly. "After all, you are obsessed with me."

I blushed. "I told you it was a silly joke."

"But if you were..." He showed me his palm. "I think a dance is a good way to start, don’t you think?"

I eyed his stretched-out hand, feeling a hefty sensation consuming me.

I should be excited about dancing with my crush and having that checked off my long list of imaginary things I wrote down in my diary.

I smiled softly. "That would be lovely."

He narrowed his eyes. "I’m sensing a... but?"

"My plans for tonight were—"

"So there were plans?" he teased. "Go on, tell me. I’m curious."

I adjusted my glasses. "To sit, drink, and be mentally back in prom again."

That was exactly how it went down. I couldn’t secure a date and kept picturing myself in Tom’s arms. But sometimes, some things are better off left in our heads.

He was handsome, practically the kind you would say yes to and dive into his arms, and I knew it wouldn’t end with that dance.

He’d give me his number, and we would rekindle a flame that was mostly on my side. It was wonderful to think of, but for some twisted reason, it didn’t feel right.

"Tom! Get over here!"

His guys called for him.

"Is that Peter? How many pounds did he come in?"

"A decent amount."

I giggled.

Tom’s expression softened. "I was really looking forward to that dance, maybe spare a moment for me. When I ask in an hour, how about a yes? For old time’s sake."

I raised my glass in reply.

As I watched him leave, my smile slowly faded. I walked to the nearby seat, eyeing the dance floor filled with couples and those rekindling their old flame.

The song in the background was one of my favorites from prom days, and it really set the mood of that dreamy moment when you thought prom was your entire life.

But here I was sipping punch, with my legs crossed. This was the reason I needed a plus one, because I didn’t wanna recall how lonely I was every prom.

Catherine Lane, the farm girl, sits alone with no one to dance with.

Candice Turner took a field trip with that headline and made sure everyone knew I was discarded.

I discerned Tom’s eyes on me. He was probably waiting for that one hour.

Fine.

I need to live, even just a little, and transform into that lovesick girl who had no worries except passing her grades.

I set my drink on the table, attempting to rise, but my phone vibrated in my purse, so I pulled it out, gasping when I saw a text.

Honey: You look beautiful tonight.

No... he sent this now. Does it mean he’s really here?

Honey: Are you that desperate to see me?

Me: You should be in Midnight.

Honey: I never left.

A smile slowly curled on my lips. He never left. Those words suddenly erase the haze over me, the one where I’m stuck in the past and future.

Me: I never said you should stay.

Honey: You thought about it.

Me: What are you now, a mind reader?

Honey: No, but I can tell you wanna dance with a third party.

Me: Tom? He’s harmless.

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