“Beautiful date you have. Good evening, Ms…” Frederick's eyes sparkled mischievously as he addressed Amara.
Amara hesitated, her mind racing with uncertainty. She knew she should respond politely, but something about Frederick's demeanor set her on edge.
"Amara," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper as she debated whether to extend her hand.
Before she could make a move, Kaelith's grip tightened around her wrist, his fingers firm and possessive. The sudden pressure sent a jolt of electricity through her, anchoring her to his side with an almost possessive force. Frederick's expression soured, a hint of displeasure flashing across his features as he turned his attention back to Kaelith.
His gaze bore into Frederick with unyielding intensity, a silent warning that brooked no argument.
His voice was firm, commanding. "Not her. She's exclusive."
Frederick's playful facade faltered for a moment, replaced by a hint of frustration. "You have a fiancé, just one—" Kaelith narrowed his eyes.
Frederick didn’t miss the feral look in his eyes and nervously chucked. "Never mind, I was just… kidding."
His gaze flickered between Kaelith and Amara. Kaelith was someone he shouldn’t mess with.
Kaelith's grip on Amara's wrist relaxed, but his protective grip remained. "Hands off of her," he reiterated, his tone cold. "Eyes too." His gaze lingered on Frederick for a moment longer, a silent reminder of who held the power in that room.
“Understood.” Frederick rubbed the back of his neck nervously glancing round.
CHAPTER 72
His hand on her thigh, his fingers gently caressed her supple skin through the slit. Amara sighed, feeling defeated as she gave him a pleading look. People were watching.
Kaelith leaned back on his chair, his lips curving in a teasing smirk as he let his hand trace the hem of her dress and squeeze her inner thigh. He enjoyed watching her more than the anchor who was bluffing like a madman. He nibbled on his lips as she lowered her head and clasped both of her hands on his wrist. Still, that couldn ’ t stop him. Amara snapped her head at him, clear frustration and desire in her eyes as she glared at him.
“Please.”
“What are you pleading for here exactly, little flower? Please put your hands between my legs and see how wet I am? Or, please let’s go back to the hotel and fuck me?”
Amara blushed shaking her head and was glad they were sitting alone, without any table around them, secluded by the large glass panels giving them the view of the outdoor gardens and the pool.
"It's... embarrassing," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, feeling her heartbeat accelerating with each passing second. Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress as she avoided his gaze, unable to shake the warmth spreading across her cheeks.
He watched her closely, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The way her cheeks flushed under his scrutiny only fueled his amusement, and he found himself captivated by the delicate dance of emotions playing across her features.
Heleanedinslightly,hiseyestwinklingwithmischiefashesavouredherflusteredreaction.
“That’s the second timeyou ’ reusingthesamewords,babydoll,webothknowwhat happened last time. ” His tongue leapt against the rim of her ear as she flinched. His hand between her legs tapped her pussy.
"Kaelith," she whined, shaking her head and squeezing her legs together, feeling the tension building between them.
He chuckled softly, his lips grazing her neck as he leaned in closer.
"Amara," he mimicked her tone playfully, his breath warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"You're... teasing me," she murmured, her frustration evident in the slight tremor of her voice. It was exasperating how effortlessly he could toy with her, with no hint of shame.
Kaelith smirked, his gaze dark and smoldering as he locked eyes with her.
"Oh, I dare not." he replied, his tone dripping with amusement and a hint of mischief, fully aware of the effect he had on her.
"Peoplewillthinkyou'reapervert,"sheprotested,hergazepleadingasshelookedathim, hoping he would relent.
Kaelith grinned mischievously, withdrawing his hand but maintaining eye contact. He then provocatively put his finger into his mouth, a bold move that made Amara's cheeks burn even hotter. Shameless man.
"I am," he admitted unabashedly, his grin widening as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, for you, I can'tkeep my hands off of you when you look like a fucking goddess sitting right next to me."
