Chapter 3 [ HIS DOMINANCE ]

Ivanna

    "Where are you going?", the stranger inquires.

    "No.. Nowhere", I stammer, being confused about what I should answer. He keeps looking at me with his strange gaze which is making me uncomfortable with every passing second. 

    "Babe", I hear Christian's voice as he joins me, holding my waist. I feel relieved to get him by my side. I don't have a habit of meeting people, especially strangers haunt me. "Good Evening, Mr Adavan", he greets the stranger.

   "Good evening, Christian", Adavan smirks as he finally drives his eyes away from me. I sigh, he better not to do that again. I'm not gonna stay here if he keeps doing it.

   "Here's my girlfriend Ivanna", he squeezes my shoulder. 

   "Amazing", he raises his eyebrows while looking at me again. However, I lower my glance. "You both are amazing", he adds.

   "Thank you. And Ivanna, he is Mr Adavan Gomez, founder of this association. He is a great musician and a great person", Christian introduces him to me but I remain silent. "Ivanna", Christian jerks me. "Greet him", he whispers as I uncomfortably look at Adavan.

    "H..hi", I stammer.

    "Nice to meet you", he offers me a handshake. To save the courtesy, I accept it. He squeezes my hand lightly as I shiver, then he leans to my hand and places a kiss. I immediately pull out my hands from his grip. He shows no reaction.

    "Relax, it's a formal one", Christian holds my shoulder but I'm clueless about what to say, how to react. I try to ignore eye contact with him.

    "Sorry. Actually, she doesn't meet new people frequently. So she was a little nervous", Christian clarifies to Adavan on behalf of me. 

    "I understood. She'll learn to meet new people gradually", his eyes are still on me and I can realise that without even looking at him. "I think you didn't have clothes to wear for this occasion Ms Ivanna", he asks.

    "Nothing like that", I immediately protest. "I was just in hurry", I lie.

    "You didn't need to be. There's plenty of time left to start the actual event. If you don't mind, you can change", he offers me.

    "I didn't bring my clothes", I reply, looking sideways.

    "We have a bunch of outfits here Ms Ivanna. You can have one", he says as he takes a drink from the counter next to us.

    "No, that's fine", I get surprised by his proposal. Why is he showing so much concern for me? I'm just a girlfriend of a student of his firm. That's it.

    "If you've come to an event, you should dress like the theme at least to save the event's dignity", he announces in his heavy husky voice.

    "I think you should try it", Christian tells me. I look at him in disbelief. "Don't worry. I told you he is a great man. He is concerned about what people think about your outfit. I think we shouldn't turn him down like this", he whispers near my ears.

I guess he is right. Just because I'm an introvert that doesn't mean he's a wrong guy. I've made myself a dumb bitch who can't even talk properly. I've shown enough stupidity before him. I should stop now.

    "Sure", I mumble.

    "Great", he signals someone behind me with his finger. A middle-aged lady came to me.

    "Come ma'am. I'll take you to the changing room", she says. I shake my head and leave the place with her.

She brings me into a tiny room at the corner of the cottage. It was full of event worthy clothes. She goes near the cupboard and brings out a long red gown which had a massive deep neck. Moreover, I don't like red.

    "You'll wear this", she says. What? Why is she telling me what I should wear? She should show me some more clothes or else ask me if I want to wear it or not.

    "Show me more. I don't like red", I say in a blank tone.

    "You'll wear this. It's Sir's order", she announces. I look at her in disbelief. Who the heck is he to decide what I should wear? But I don't wanna create a scene here. For Christian's sake, I unwillingly take the dress from her and wear it. After that, she comes to me and does my makeup. She changes me completely into another person. When I look at myself in the mirror I can't recognize myself. What the heck am I doing? Getting myself ready on a stranger's order? And why is he being so nosy? I'm not satisfied with my look, still, I wear a fake smile for Christian. For the first time, he brought me somewhere. I don't wanna embarrass him.

I make my way to the hall. The lights have gone dim, pianos are being played, few couples are dancing on the floor. A big ray of white lights falls on me as I arrive there. I immediately close my eyes because the light has hit my face. I try to open my eyes gradually when Adavan's face flashes in front of me. He is closer than the first time to me. His brown eyes roam around my body structure, from up to down. I feel a little awkward since my cleavage is visible and some portion of my boobs has revealed too much. Why did he pick so revealing dress for me? What are his intentions?

    "Sexy", he mutters, looking at me with his desire filled eyes.

    "What?", I exclaim loudly.

    "You look sexy as hell", he doesn't change his statement that makes me more shocked. How can he call me 'sexy'? I look away in discomfort when Christian joins us.

    "Aah! Someone's looking breathtaking", he places a kiss on my cheek. My eyes automatically go to Adavan. He is looking at us with his expressionless look and taking sips of his drink. 

    "Thank you", I smile at him. "But it's too revealing. I hope you don't have any problem"

    "Why would I have any problem? You look gorgeous in everything", he runs his hand on my hairs.

    "Stop! Don't touch her hairs", suddenly Adavan spits out. I and Christian look at him in surprise. I can't be more shocked. Who is he to stop my boyfriend from touching my hairs?