occurs to me that Colton and the rest of the room think that Milo and I are together.
I go to pull my hand free but Colton tightens his grip. He's not letting go, at least not for the rest of the night.
Colton looks to Milo and somehow it turns into a pissing contest but it doesn’t last long because Colton is a Carrington and he’s been taught from a young age to take what he wants and don’t relent.
Milo bows out while slipping my purse from my hand and I want to curse him while also thanking him but I can’t do either because the second he’s gone, all that exists is Colton.
He tugs gently on my hand and I fall into his side, allowing him to lead me through the room the same way Milo had been doing. His hand falls to my bare back and the heat that comes from his touch is enough to leave my skin burning and desperate for more. The champagne flute is plucked out of my hand and swiftly delivered on to a passing waitresses tray and before I know it, we’re heading for the dance floor.
Colton walks in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. When we reach the dance floor, he spins me into his arms and my hand instantly falls to his wide chest, taking possession as though it was mine to claim. Colton’s arm curls around my lower back and just as he had done earlier, claims me. Our hands find one another’s and just to add a little more confusion to the mix, he pulls me in tight to his body.
I don’t understand this. All this time I thought he was afraid to show the world that there was something—however minimal—between us, yet here he is, displaying it for the world to see. Every one of the wealthy bastards in this town are here tonight and Colton is flaunting the trash their family brought in. It doesn’t make sense but for tonight, I think I can try to forget.
Maybe it’s the masks acting as armor, and making us brave.
My eyes close for a brief second, inhaling and smelling his manly scent that drives me wild. I’ve never smelt anything like it. It’s so naturally him with a splash of greek God.
The music flows through the room and Colton is quick to pick up the rhythm, leading me just as easily as Milo had done at the Black and White party. A million questions rush through my mind but I put each of them aside, refusing to ruin this moment with talk. After all, Colton and I seem overly compatible except for when it comes time to communicate.
As we dance, Nic's warning comes back to haunt me. He said I was going to get hurt and I think he might have been right. Colton Carrington has all the power here. I'm putty in his hands yet for some reason, I’m allowing it to continue.
Colton’s hand travels up my spine and pulls me in tighter so that my face hovers just by his. If I didn't have these heels, I'd be squished into his chest, which really isn't a problem for me, but this just adds to the perfection of my night.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Jade," he murmurs so low that I wonder if I heard him correctly.
My heart races as I pull back and look up into his deep, hazel eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them quite so dark before. I’m completely captivated by him. Every tiny little move he makes is written on my soul and it scares me like never before.
I can’t be feeling like this when it comes to Colton Carrington. I should be wanting to tear him apart for making a comment like that. Why is he making this so much harder?
I tilt my chin, needing to see him properly. “Don’t do this,” I beg.
His brows furrow as his eyes pierce right through to my soul. “Do what?”
“Make it so damn hard to hate you.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to hate me, not anymore.”
Those fucking beautiful words. I don't think he understands the power they hold because if he did, there’s no way in hell he’d be uttering them to me. Surely this is some kind of game and just when I think everything is falling into place, he's going to pull the rug from under my feet. So, why does it feel so damn real?
“I don’t think you know what you