It’s like the celebrities have aligned in my favour, and that is my one probability. I can’t blow it.

As she attracts nearer, my coronary heart kilos so quickly towards my ribcage it’s virtually painful, like a hen in a cage that’s determined to interrupt free. Anticipation mingles with greater than a touch of apprehension. Will she acknowledge my presence, or will I fade into the background like simply one other face within the crowd?

I watch her as she strikes with objective by the gang, her gaze fastened on one thing – or somebody – throughout the room. My abdomen tightens with a sudden surge of jealousy.

Is she right here with another person? The thought sends a pang of longing by me, a pointy reminder of how a lot I’ve missed her.

As she nears the public sale, my eyes slim in on her, my curiosity piqued. What may she probably be bidding on? My jaw clenches as she raises her hand, her voice reducing by the noise of the gang, as she shouts out a bid for a surprising gold chain physique harness, displayed on the public sale block.

My coronary heart skips a beat as I watch her, my thoughts racing with one million questions. Who’s she shopping for it for? Is it a present for somebody particular, or is she merely indulging in a little bit of self-care?

The thought of her carrying it sends a surge of need by me, igniting a hearth that burns sizzling and vibrant within the depths of my soul.

However then, a wave of anger washes over me, threatening to drown out the sparkle of need. Is she right here with another person? The thought gnaws at me, filling me with a way of possessiveness that I can’t appear to shake.

I’ve spent months pining for her, longing to carry her in my arms once more, and the concept of another person laying declare to her units my blood boiling.

I clench my fists at my sides, my nails digging into the flesh of my palms as I watch her bid, my coronary heart torn between wanting to assert her for myself and realizing that I ought to in all probability simply let her go – particularly if she’s moved on.

However how can I, when each fibre of my being longs for her, yearns to really feel her contact as soon as extra?

The auctioneer’s voice drones on within the background, the sound little greater than a distant buzz in my ears as I watch Angelica with a mix of longing and despair.

Will she even need to communicate to me in spite of everything this time? Will she give me the time of day? An opportunity to clarify? Even when she does, will it change something?

As she cuts by the room, many gazes comply with her. Everybody who lays eyes on her falls below her spell, she’s that enchanting.

When a man stops her to flirt, I grit my enamel, solely releasing the strain in my jaw when she shakes her head and strikes on. However the man doesn’t settle for her rebuttal, reaching out to seize her wrist, yanking her again towards him and grabbing her hips as he grinds towards her ass.

I see purple.

With out pondering, I push my means by the gang, my toes shifting of their very own accord as I make my means towards her. Each step appears like an eternity, every second stretching out earlier than me like an countless abyss. However I press on, pushed by an intuition I can’t fairly clarify.

What am I doing?

I ask myself, the query echoing within the recesses of my thoughts. Am I actually about to throw warning to the wind and threat all the pieces – together with my job – for an opportunity at happiness?

Happiness and homicide.

I’m saved from having to be rational by my telephone ringing once more. Cursing, I examine the caller show. It’s Wint. Shit. I’ve to take this name. I hit reply as I deliver the machine as much as my ear to listen to the most recent disaster, turning my again on Angelica for a second.

After I end the decision and hold up, she’s gone.

Clenching my telephone in my fist so exhausting, the plastic case defending it begins to crack, I head for the bar and order a big Jack Daniel’s on ice. As quickly because it’s positioned in entrance of me, I knock it again in a single, savouring the burn.

I want to seek out the motherfucker who thought he may put his palms on what’s mine.

ChapterTwenty-9

Angelica

“Angelica?” a well-recognized voice says. I blink and lookup at Mr Alpine – the shopper from my previous company. My jaw drops.

“What are you doing right here?” I ask concurrently he smiles and asks, “Are you having fun with our opening night time?”

Holy shit, this ishisclub? I gape like a fish out of water, mouth opening and shutting as I battle to seek out one thing to say.

“Our?”

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