Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Valentina
When He Whispers, You're Mine
Now that we’re at this ball, I can’t help feeling out of place. Being surrounded by so many famous and influential people is overwhelming. This is why I’ve always preferred staying behind the scenes—writing press releases and making plans—rather than being front and center at events like this.
To Kaden’s credit, he keeps his hand firmly on my waist the entire time we’re mingling. He doesn’t leave me on my own, not even for a second. He even tries to steer conversations toward topics he knows I can join in on, making me feel less like an outsider and more like his equal.
As we weave through the crowded ballroom, the chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow over the sea of gowns and tuxedos. The hum of polished conversations drifts around us—art auctions, charity galas, exclusive vacations. It’s a world so far removed from my own that I feel like an interloper.
Kaden leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re doing great,” he whispers, his voice a low, comforting rumble. “Just remember, you belong here as much as anyone else.”
I glance up at him, grateful for the calm he exudes. His confidence radiates off him, and I find myself standing just a little taller. As we approach a group of people, my heart skips when I recognize one of them—Vivienne Carter, the award-winning actress. Her aura of glamour is dazzling, almost overwhelming.
“Kaden, darling. I was just asking your parents if you would be here,” Vivienne exclaims, air-kissing both his cheeks. Her voice is as velvety as it is commanding. “And who is this vision?”
Kaden’s hand on my waist tightens slightly, grounding me. “My parents wouldn’t forgive any of us if we skip this event. Vivienne, let me introduce you to Valentina Holiday,” he says, his voice brimming with pride. “My girlfriend.”
The word sends a thrill through me, though I keep my composure. I offer my hand, praying I don’t come off as a total mess. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I loved your performance in Shadows in the Rain.”
Vivienne’s face lights up, and she launches into a story about filming in New Orleans when the world thought it was set in Paris. Her charm is magnetic, and as she speaks, I realize something I hadn’t expected—these larger-than-life figures are just people too. Slowly, my nerves begin to settle.
Kaden remains attentive throughout the evening. His gaze never strays far from me. During a lull in conversations, he tugs me gently toward the dance floor.
As we sway to the soft strains of the orchestra, the world around us blurs. The heat of his body radiates through my dress, his hands firm on my waist. The tension simmering between us all night finally starts to bubble over.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. His voice is a mix of admiration and hunger. “Every man here wishes he were me right now.”
I look up at him, feeling the warmth of his gaze like a caress. “And what about you? What do you wish?”
His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me just a fraction closer. “I wish we were alone,” he growls softly, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
The intensity in his eyes steals my breath. Emboldened by the moment, I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. “I’m wet, Kaden,” I whisper, my voice low and teasing. “So wet, I’m dripping. It’s all for you.”
His grip on me almost possessive. “You’re going to be the death of me, Val,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire.
“I wouldn’t mind if you made good on your promise to fuck me,” I murmur, emboldened by the way his pupils dilate.
Kaden’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “One more round, and then we’re out of here,” he whispers. “I’ll make it quick,” he promises, backing away slowly, his eyes raking over me one last time.