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I bit my lips to muffle the sob urging to escape me, as my eyes widened.

What the hell?

'I am aware Thorne is inside the room, Keith. Move aside, we have some things to discuss.' –His words echoed my mind again.

A few seconds of silence passed, and I figured the two men were having their casual killer stare exchange.

"She just fell asleep."

Sebastian's reply was concise and brief, said in a thoughtless, clearly anger-concealed tone.

Wow... to think the cool and carefree S.K. was... mad... because of my state?

More silence.

A very heavy and clearly freezing one.

"There is no way she fell asleep in that state. Move aside."

I shuddered at his statement, muffing myself more as tears streamed down my face. The hell is up with that cold and unflinching tone?! Why are you here?! To humiliate me? What the hell are you thinking?

Sebastian's voice came smooth at that, yet firm, "You're right, it wasn't easy, but she did. And that's exactly why I am not letting anyone in to intrude on her, Rickard." 

Another long silent moment passed, and I assumed his majesty Ellington was shooting ice daggers at Sebastian, as he had no method of verifying his claim.

"Though assume she is awake. Why would you want to see her? I don't believe there is anything to be —" Sebastian's cold statement was cut off. 

And a loud thud on the door was heard.

I shuddered, realizing this might be...

No... but could it be?!

He's never done so... before.

Except back in Berlin...

When that burglar was attacking the mom and her son...  

But now... was it possible?

Then again, thinking about how loud the thud was and how clearly it was that of a body being... pinned against the door...

It cannot be but that.

"You were aware Carolina was going to attend the ball, you bloody bastard." Rickard Ellington Conway's voice came as a hiss. A cold, arrogant, and lowly murderous hiss.

"And that was why you invited Charlotte."

I jumped slightly my eyes widening at how dead cold and dangerous his tone was.

Huh...? 

What was he saying...?

A second or two of silence passed. 

Before a sound was heard.

And not any sound.

The most unexpected of them all.

From Sebastian Keith.

Who was most probably pinned against the door by the collar and almost being choked.

Add to that that he'd just been called a bloody bastard in a threatening tone by the one and only R.E.C.

Sebastian Keith let out a throaty laugh.

One that was genuinely ironic, if anything.

More silent moments passed, and I could tell his majesty was probably shooting him a murderous look at that.

"How ungrateful, ruining the collar of the party's host." His lordship teased, his voice darkening.  

Oh, so I was right about R.E.C. pushing him back and up against the door from his collar.

A shiver crossed my body as I imagined the scene.

Good lord, how... displeased must he be...

Mr. Ellington rarely initiates such... offenses. Primarily because I believe he views them as signs that he lacked some of his usual arrogant control.

Yet now... he'd let that barrier down...

No reply came from his majesty, as Lord Keith decided to go offense mode again.

"You really never change, Rickard."

I blinked, and a slight creak from the door was heard. Sebastian's voice was cool, yet at the same time relatively cold.

Colder than he'd ever spoken to me if anything.

"Always viewing stuff as though everyone owes you something." He spat, his tone darkening, "Not once blaming yourself for something you are clearly at fault in, nope." 

I bit my lips, my heart aching at what he was pointing at.

No reply came from his majesty to this, and I only imagined his frozen and probably unfazed look at Sebastian's words.

Good lord, no one had ever managed to call him out on things the way Sebastian did, fearlessly.

Those two were... weirdly close.

"You're blaming me for exposing your unfaithful ass to Charlotte? Are you serious?" Sebastian's voice came hard, clearly through clenched teeth.

My heart sank at his words, as my chest clenched. Hugging myself softly, I let out a low breath. Someway somehow, what Sebastian was pointing at was very true. 

Yet what marveled me most was the fact that the almighty R.E.C. should already know all those.

He was a very smart man, and one that could read situations very well.

So somehow the way he'd followed us... to this room... blaming Sebastian for this... 

I had to say they were out of character actions.

And I couldn't make sense of them... Why would he...

"For what it's worth though, I didn't know your fiancé was attending. Lady Agatha literally informed me when she and your father arrived, at the entrance." Sebastian's voice suddenly came, still serious yet calmer now, "I would not have invited Charlotte if I did." 

My heart gave a long clench at that, and silent tears crawled down my face. 

"And that would have been, to be on the same page, not because I would have wanted to cover up for you," His lordship continued, and at that, his voice came again, this time harsh, mad, and lacking its carefree element.

"But because what happened tonight damaged the fuck out of the woman."

I shuddered, his words hitting my heart so deep.

More memories from the dance to my head.

Every single image of Carolina De Francis' fingers over Rickard Ellington's body and skin was paralleled with a memory of me touching that part. 

And it hurt so bad. I sniffed helplessly. 

A shift was heard, and a thud as though someone shifted from the door was heard at that. 

My personal analysis was that Sebastian Keith had probably taken his majesty for a split of a second off guard, managing to escape his grip.

"It takes a few convos to know the woman has major trust issues and a very small circle of close people around her." Keith's voice came, "Especially after losing her father, she's slowly familiarizing herself with the concept of losing a person from her life completely." 

My heartbeat rate picked up, as I bit my lips softly.

To think Sebastian knew so well about me...

His voice continued at that, dropping a bomb with the coolest, unflinching voice I've ever heard of him. I could hardly believe it belonged to the Sebastian Keith I knew.

"I would have never wanted to push her to have to familiarize herself with losing another person."

Slight blood tasted in my mouth from biting my lips, and I truly felt nauseous at this. 

How much more could I hear?

And why wasn't he saying anything?

Why wasn't he denying anything?! Anything?!

Why did you come here if you had nothing to say?!

I don't understand... I don't understand!

And that was when he spoke. 

After long, long moments of terrifying and hectic silence.

His voice came, unfazed, frozen, and ultra conceited.

One would never believe he'd heard all what Sebastian Keith was just... scolding him with.

"If you are done with the virtuous harangue and saintly act, Evan, you might want to move, for I am a man of tight schedule."

I gasped, clenching my fists from beside me. 

Virtuous harangue? Act? That's how you view everything he said? That's how ridiculous you think it is?!!

Silence welcomed his comment, and I could tell Sebastian was probably taken by stun, or glaring back at his majesty, or both.

"And I have no time to point out that preaches directed at me by a man who beds two different women per night are rather ironic, do you think not?"

I gulped. What the hell...

That was such an insulting comeback...

To think he was rather unfazed by... Sebastian's words and able to reply back with such a tonality... The hell is he made off?

Or maybe it was rather the opposite... 

Maybe Sebastian's accusations had managed to get to him to a certain extent.

An extent enough for him to go as far as shoot back lowly. Very insultingly. 

I wonder what Sebastian will sa—

Another throaty chuckle was heard at this, and footsteps were heard. 

They were military-like, harmonic and confident.

And they were walking away

Oh. So you're leaving...

Sebastian's voice came at that, pausing the footsteps.

"You're right. I am a man-whore."

I frowned, gasping. Wow... for someone admitting he was a man-whore, why was he this... proud and... unfazed when saying it?

"But the difference is I whore around with women who are fine with non-exclusiveness."

My eyes widened, and long deadly silence fell over the two men. 

I could tell that the almighty R.E.C. had no proper comeback, as my heart ached at the thought.

Especially with the things Sebastian was shedding light on. 

They hurt to see he'd made such realizations before... Mr. Ellington had done so.

The steps started moving again, and my heart sunk, realizing he'd decided to leave without seeing me.

"I thought you wanted to see her?" Sebastian's words echoed again. 

The harmonic steps slowed down, but kept on moving, as his majesty's royal and authoritative voice came, unfazed: 

"If she is truthfully asleep, then I have no plan on waking her up." He started, composedly, "And if she is awake and overheard the conversation, yet still chose to remain inside, then that clearly conveys she has no wishes to speak at the moment." 

My heart gave a long squeeze, as I heard Sebastian let out a loud sigh, as he walked away as well.

I bit my lips, letting out a long sigh.

This was the first set of moments I'd been completely alone since the dance. 

And my heart felt so heavy.

What now...? 

I had no idea how I would ever face him again...

I hugged myself, every single inch of my body aching. 

As I remembered more of the kisses and... physicalities we'd done recently.

To think we were both half-naked in a shower.

We slept in the same bed.

We kissed and made out... frequently.

All of this while...

He had someone waiting for him.

I clenched my grip around myself.

I felt disgusted.

Yet also hurt.

Why would he do this to me?

Out of all the woman he could get... why... me...?

And... all those times your eyes eyed me as though... I am the only thing you see... 

Your eyes which... never lied to me...

Were they always this manipulative...?? 

I sighed, as I stood up and headed to the bathroom. 

My eyes hurt from all the crying and the ruined mascara on them. 

Lol, to think I specifically request for my eye makeup not to be too excessive because I took into account what happened during the last party I'd attended.

I'm guessing next time I won't put anything, I need to learn my lesson that such aristocratic balls are just not my thing I guess. 

I washed my face carefully, and re-applied very simple make up and concealer to hide any fatigue traces. I also re-applied my red lipstick. As I eyed them, slight burn crossed them, as they remembered a sensation across them from earlier.

I sighed, not letting tears fall down as I took the choker off. 

Well, I guess I just have to let the night pass with no troubles.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was heading back to the bed, as I noticed something at the shelves beside the bed.

I blinked.

This... 

It was a scotch bottle.

Flashbacks from when he'd... sanitized my wounds after the fire incident at the seventh branch shot to my mind.

And for a second my heart just squeezed in my chest to hurt it.

I neared the bottle. And it had a glass or two next to it, in addition to an opener.

My heartbeat rate suddenly increased in a weird adrenaline rush.

What the hell am I doing... 

I don't... drink for a reason. That I have very low tolerance.

More flashbacks of Rickard Ellington Conway sanitizing my neck wounds... by licking them... shot to my mind.

And they were directly contrasted by his head next to Carolina's neck...

I opened the bottle.

'I cannot be seen with you in public for tonight.' –His voice echoed in my head, hurting my heart.

Slowly, I let the liquid pour from the bottle to the glass.

'Rimanga Sicuro.' –And again.

Oh I will remain sicuro. I will remain very sicuro. Here I am starting my journey of ultimate self-care and sicuro-ness.

And I chugged the goddamn glass down to burn my throat. 

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I stumbled outside the room, dizzy.

Running my fingers through my short wavy locks, I flipped them to the other side, after having undone their original simple style, leaving them wild.

Passing by a mirror hung on the wall, I eyed my reflection. 

Wow, feisty.

I smirked at the bright red lipstick I'd re-applied, as well as the slight opening of my dress at the beginning of my chest. I'd tightened the straps there earlier because I felt conscious about my size.

But now... Well, I kinda felt more confident now, hmm. 

Gazing back into my eyes, I noticed the main thing glinting in their darkness.

Wildness. And also confidence.

I kept my smile, as I walked back into the ball with confident steps.

Wow, I loved how confident scotch was making me feel. It wasn't drunkness, but... spontaneity! 

The feeling that I could do anything without hesitation!

I stepped out into the crowd, heading towards the first familiar face I saw. 

He smiled at me as I neared him, as he was getting a glass of wine for himself. 

As I smiled back, he grabbed another glass, extending it towards me. 

"Mr. Jordan! Nice to see you again," I smiled as I took the glass. 

He seemed slightly taken aback by my relatively more cheerful attitude. 

"My, that was some... passionate dance with his lordship, earlier." He eyed me with his green hazels, as he fixed his glasses.

I gulped some wine. Bleh! I don't like the smell! 

But oh well, I could tell it was going to give me a nice feeling. 

"Ah, he's a good dancer, I gotta say." I pointed out, my vision becoming blurry, "If not for the other annoying couple who took some space on the stage as well." I frowned, gulping again.

Remembering this other couple on the dance floor, a weird feeling surged through me... 

Anger. And grudge.

From before me, Jordan laughed, "Oh, the iconic couple of President Rickard Ellington and Miss Carolina?" He eyed me playfully, then arced a brow at me, his orbs glinting with darkness, "If anything no one dares say anything but that they are the perfect couple of the night." 

Ouch, heart! Goddamn this tight dress!

"Pfft!" I smirked, "Perfect couple, yeah sure!" 

Well, would people still call them the perfect couple if they knew that the side chick of his majesty was at the ball as well? 

Eyeing my reaction, Jordan smiled again, "You seem to have a comment about that?"  

I kept my frown, do I tell him how infidel and unfaithful the preachy R.E.C. was? 

Do I expose whatever the hell was going on between us?

But then that's the problem, I didn't know what the hell was going on between us.

I shrugged, taking more sips of my drink as I eyed around us.

Fake laughs, fake people, fake kindness... I despised the place. 

My head had begun to hurt, as Sean Jordan shifted beside me, and I turned to look in his direction, only to find his hand extended in my direction.

I frowned quizzically at him.

"I am fond of the song, yet I am enjoying your company as well, so a dance seems like a fair compromise?" He mouthed slyly.

I sighed as I took a final gulp from my glass, and more confidence rushed through my head. "Hm? Doesn't seem like a bad idea." 

We headed to the dance floor, and other couples were dancing as well, considering no significant figures were on the dance floor.

As the music started, I had no idea how I managed to follow the man's lead, especially that I could barely feel my legs. 

The good thing was that he wasn't as good of a dancer as the lord I'd danced with earlier, so I managed to keep up with the level he'd set for us. Nevertheless, though, a step or two on his feet occurred here and there.

As we turned at the beat, I attempted eyeing our surroundings, but could hardly distinguish. I looked at the man before me again, seeing how observative he was, as I frowned softly. 

"Hey, Jordan, do you have any idea how long Rickard Ellington and his fiacé have been together?" I mumbled, my mind fogged by the sudden thought as we turned again.

From before me, Sean Jordan smiled, a dark smile. "Hm, four years?" He muttered as we turned, "I remember it was as soon as he took over his father's company." 

I gulped, nodding. 

Wow, that's... two years after Reina's incident.

I frowned at the thought. But... how... the last time he'd met Reina... she didn't seem to know of this fiancé... It was as though he didn't bring Carolina up for her either.

As I was attempting to arrange my thoughts to answer without stumbling on words, my eyes fell on a couple some feet away from us.

Wow... speak of the devil...

She was in her husband's arms, as they turned on the dance floor smoothly.

He was doing a choreography of their own, as they moved faster and according to the beat.

I frowned again as I eyed her long sleeve. It was truly weird... 

As Lucas Collins spun his wife, Reina Collins, once more, I blinked slightly as I noticed a weird thing.

This... grip around her waist... 

And the way his hand was tight around hers...

I tried blinking several times in an attempt to make sure of my vision.

"Roughly..." I mumbled, dazed into them. "He's gripping her rather roughly..." I pointed out, and the man before me stiffened slightly at that. 

Looking into me for some seconds, a chuckle slipped Jordan, as his eyes glinted with something... dark.

"You're such a weird woman." He smirked, and I just blinked in his direction. "You seem attentive to such details like the one you just pointed out." 

We took a turn, and I was facing the crowd at this.

"Yet ultimately oblivious about two lords eyeing us like predators because I'm dancing with you."

I frowned. Lords... wha... 

As my

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