Chapter 33

The Grand Ballroom at the upscale hotel is buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as we enter, shimmering with soft lighting and elegant decor.

As I feel someone's intense gaze on me, my eyes look for the person, and instantaneously land on Mr. Ethan Wilson, adorned in a black tuxedo, black shirt (the first three buttons are open), paired with black leather shoes, along with his silver cross pendant in his neck and analog watch as always; and his wavy deep brown long hair falling on his face, shining in the soft lighting. Small silver rings gleam from his earlobe.

His mouth opens, locking his eyes with mine. He's stunned by seeing me. My own body responds to his gaze, my breathing increasing.

Why does he show up everywhere I go? Does he follow me or something like that?

The more I look into his dark brown eyes, the more I get lost. These eyes scream how much he wants to have me, and it threatens me everytime, the desire in his eyes that demands to be sati