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Authors: Marian Tee
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murmured in aside as they watched Domenico stride into the dining hall, dressed completely in black. Even the couples on the dance floor stopped to stare at him as he walked past. His commanding and innately sexual presence, combined with the power he kept on a careful leash, had almost every woman in the room swallowing at the way desire licked their skins at the mere sight of him.
Misty swallowed herself even though she hadn’t yet raised her gaze again to see where Domenico was. It was just impossible to be indifferent to Domenico when he went all out like this. Usually, Domenico kept his Lyccan side under wraps, preferring to use his billionaire persona to intimidate people. But tonight it was as if he wanted to be stared at, and Misty felt like he was challenging her – daring her not to look at him.
I’m not going to look, she told herself. She had already realized the seats across them were reserved for the two. She would look at them then but not now, not when she still had a choice to pretend Domenico wasn’t back to wreck her life all over again.
“Your prince is approaching.”
“He’s not my prince,” Misty mumbled, busying herself by stuffing her mouth with salad.
“What do you like most about him?” Lysander sounded only mildly curious.
She turned to him with a frown, but before she could answer Lysander asked, “His cock perhaps?”
Lysander never had a chance after that.
It was like the most embarrassing sense of déjà vu to feel herself choking in surprise at what Lysander had said before spewing the half-chewed Romaine lettuce and mango strips on his dress shirt, which was yet another fascinating silky creation that only he could pull off.
“Shick. Shick. I’m so sorry!” Even as she wished she could die on the spot, Misty was already dusting away with her napkin the mess she had created.
Lysander was still in a relative state of shock. He had never had someone practically throw up on him. And the fact that Misty was not even drunk – he didn’t know if he wanted to wince or laugh.
“I suppose this is how you made your prince fall in love?” He gingerly brushed away one last nibbled strip of cucumber away from his shirt.
Misty couldn’t help snickering at that, but the sound of amusement died when a hurtfully familiar voice called her name.
“Misty.” Domenico was devastating in his all-black attire, and intense heat in his gaze as he looked at her made Misty want to swallow again.
But then she noticed he was not alone, and her heart cracked at the sight of the younger woman with her arm curled around Domenico’s. The girl was beautiful. She curtsied so deeply Misty knew every man’s gaze would be drawn to her décolletage.
Domenico was about to speak, but someone approached him then, taking his attention away, leaving Misty and Lysander to gaze at Ivory.
“My lady,” Ivory said, curtsying again.
Misty tried to keep herself from pulling the younger girl back up so that men wouldn’t be seeing 99% of her chest. She bit her lip, tempted to scold her because the younger girl reminded her somewhat of Kelly.
“My name is Ivory---”
This time Misty had the silliest urge to…cry. Ivory. Even the girl’s name was so very feminine! How could something misty – something practically invisible – compare to ivory? The world was so not fair!
A snide voice told her that she wasn’t supposed to care since she and Domenico were no longer together, but Misty stubbornly ignored it.
“---and I was assigned by the Lady Magenta to be of assistance to Prince Domenico.” Ivory twisted her head around to look at Domenico with shining eyes. She looked back at them with a sigh and curtsied for the third time.
Misty’s jaw dropped. Oh, for the love of---
“Lord Lysander,” Ivory murmured in a respectful tone.
Lysander acknowledged the greeting with a nod, momentarily
Misty swallowed herself even though she hadn’t yet raised her gaze again to see where Domenico was. It was just impossible to be indifferent to Domenico when he went all out like this. Usually, Domenico kept his Lyccan side under wraps, preferring to use his billionaire persona to intimidate people. But tonight it was as if he wanted to be stared at, and Misty felt like he was challenging her – daring her not to look at him.
I’m not going to look, she told herself. She had already realized the seats across them were reserved for the two. She would look at them then but not now, not when she still had a choice to pretend Domenico wasn’t back to wreck her life all over again.
“Your prince is approaching.”
“He’s not my prince,” Misty mumbled, busying herself by stuffing her mouth with salad.
“What do you like most about him?” Lysander sounded only mildly curious.
She turned to him with a frown, but before she could answer Lysander asked, “His cock perhaps?”
Lysander never had a chance after that.
It was like the most embarrassing sense of déjà vu to feel herself choking in surprise at what Lysander had said before spewing the half-chewed Romaine lettuce and mango strips on his dress shirt, which was yet another fascinating silky creation that only he could pull off.
“Shick. Shick. I’m so sorry!” Even as she wished she could die on the spot, Misty was already dusting away with her napkin the mess she had created.
Lysander was still in a relative state of shock. He had never had someone practically throw up on him. And the fact that Misty was not even drunk – he didn’t know if he wanted to wince or laugh.
“I suppose this is how you made your prince fall in love?” He gingerly brushed away one last nibbled strip of cucumber away from his shirt.
Misty couldn’t help snickering at that, but the sound of amusement died when a hurtfully familiar voice called her name.
“Misty.” Domenico was devastating in his all-black attire, and intense heat in his gaze as he looked at her made Misty want to swallow again.
But then she noticed he was not alone, and her heart cracked at the sight of the younger woman with her arm curled around Domenico’s. The girl was beautiful. She curtsied so deeply Misty knew every man’s gaze would be drawn to her décolletage.
Domenico was about to speak, but someone approached him then, taking his attention away, leaving Misty and Lysander to gaze at Ivory.
“My lady,” Ivory said, curtsying again.
Misty tried to keep herself from pulling the younger girl back up so that men wouldn’t be seeing 99% of her chest. She bit her lip, tempted to scold her because the younger girl reminded her somewhat of Kelly.
“My name is Ivory---”
This time Misty had the silliest urge to…cry. Ivory. Even the girl’s name was so very feminine! How could something misty – something practically invisible – compare to ivory? The world was so not fair!
A snide voice told her that she wasn’t supposed to care since she and Domenico were no longer together, but Misty stubbornly ignored it.
“---and I was assigned by the Lady Magenta to be of assistance to Prince Domenico.” Ivory twisted her head around to look at Domenico with shining eyes. She looked back at them with a sigh and curtsied for the third time.
Misty’s jaw dropped. Oh, for the love of---
“Lord Lysander,” Ivory murmured in a respectful tone.
Lysander acknowledged the greeting with a nod, momentarily
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