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CHAPTER VI
Justine
Stepping out of theelevator with Sade’s arm wrapped around my shoulders is a surreal experience. Is this what rock stars feel like? All the gaping faces, the puzzled stares, even the occasional click of a phone snapping pictures. It makes me want to press myself harder to Sade’s body.
The face that draws my attention most is Dogg Wilson’s, and a spine-curling feeling travels up my body. That he doesn’t like what he’s seeing is an understatement. His mouth sets in a distorted line, an angry crease between his eyebrows. But no angrier than the woman’s placing herself in front of us, arms across her chest, her foot tapping the ground.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this an interesting picture?”
Gertrude.
Carlton Wilde steps behind her and her girlfriends, not looking very pleased either. The white shirt that clads the large bulk of muscles he carries around makes him look even more like a freaking mountain.
“Care to explain this,fiance?” Gertrude demands loud enough that the last word echoes across the entire hall. A clear statement of her rights.
Sade looks around at the gathered people like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Not right now, no.”
“Sade,” Carlton says in a low, rumbling voice. “A word.”
“This isn’t a good time.”
The other King makes his way between Gertrude’s friends, who giggle and jump around the moment he’s passed them.
“You forget. What you do to my cousin reflects on me, too,” he growls through his teeth. His eyes fall down to me, and they fill with contempt.
Next thing I know, Sade grabs him by his thick throat which reminds me of Samson in the biblical story of Samson and Delilah. A throat that looks indestructible, but now Sade’s fingers choke it like they’re made of pure steel. His bruised knuckles protrude like deadly weapons, his arm corded up, his features locked in a mask of pure brutality.
“Look at her like that again, and I swear to God I don’t care if I start a war.”
Carlton grabs Sade’s wrist and pushes it down. There are faint marks on his neck from Sade’s hold, but nothing in his face to betray anything but expertly contained anger.
“You would go that far for a–”
“Careful,” Sade rumbles, low but deadly.
Carlton decides to hold back the word–whore–but everyone here is thinking it. I can almost hear it.
But that’s not the only thing that goes through people’s minds right now. There’s some kind of awe in the way they’re staring at me.
“Let’s take this somewhere private,” Carlton offers, his tone controlled.
Sade’s eyes slide down to me, bloody sunset on caramel brown.
“Go,” I whisper. “I’ll be fine.” It’s a blatant lie, but a necessary one.
Sade hesitates. I smile and nod until he feels assured enough to look back at Carlton and jerk his chin in the direction of the gallery. The latter turns to lead the way, and Sade grabs my chin with two fingers.
“I’ll catch you later,” he says, and then he’s gone.
Without a kiss, even though I half expected it.
Stupid of me, considering his fiancee is still facing us.
