Chapter 42

This wasn't my plan. I came to the gala just to prove to Alice, and maybe to myself, that I wasn't a complete loser and I had a life. I didn't intend to act like a complete jealous freak throughout the party but I couldn't help myself.

The minute she walked in, dressed in that damn red dress, I lost all the control I had. The delicious curve of her neck, her bare shoulder and decolletage, her long leg that peeked out of the slit of her dress with every little movement, everything about her was driving me crazy, stealing me of all my senses.

And then there was Antonio, who left no chance to feel her up, may it be the dance or his attempts of kissing her. And that bastard even succeeded in doing that. I couldn't stare at them any longer so I left the hall and found a solitary corner where my car was parked.

But I didn't even get a few minutes of solitude. A few minutes after coming here, I heard her voice, screaming at me, "What is wrong with you, Stav?"

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