25. Krystal; in the Club

Krystal's POV

"Why are you so quiet? Is there someone else you're thinking about besides me?" someone asked in a bass voice right in my ear.

I glanced at the handsome man in a black shirt and pants next to me. He looked back at me intently. His irises, gray like Richard's, were beautiful and seductive.

Among the frenetic music at my favorite elite club, staring at him could make me lose focus of my surroundings. I rested my head against his broad shoulder, seeking comfort.

"You haven't answered my question, Krystal." He demanded again, this time accompanied by his hands on my hips.

"There are many things you'd have to think about if you were me, you know?" I replied in a lazy tone. The man chuckled softly, picked up the glass of wine, and handed it to me.

"You can tell me. I'll do whatever you say," Chris said. I took a sip of wine, then shook my head.

"Is something bothering you?" as usual, this man never left me alone. He never allowed himself to be ignoran. Also, he would do a