Chapter 7- The Last Dance-1

"I think your time is up young man," Dad noted in a stern voice which made me raise a brow. 

"Dad," I said sharply, wiggling my brows at him.

"It's okay Elle" Cian interrupted and loosen his hold on my waist. He faced Dad with a nervous smile yet with brave eyes.

"Uh, sir, sorry if I'd ask you this without notice but, will you spare me a minute after the party? I'd like to talk to you about your daughter" he asked calmly but his sweaty hands said otherwise, he was nervous.

My Dad maintained his stoic expression on the other corner, trying to illicit an intimidating aura to my nervous boyfriend.

"I agree that we should talk young man but let me dance with my daughter first" he replied arrogantly to which Cian agreed, nodding his head automatically.

Thereafter, Cian placed my hand in Dad's palm.

"Later Elle" he bid, leaving me alone with Dad on the dancefloor. I stared at his broad back as he went his way to their table.