3. The Event of the Month #2
Derek Simmons was a businessman who started the company with Bastian eleven years ago.
I never met him, but I read somewhere that they separated after a big deal went wrong.
However, their relationship must not have suffered any damage.
Or perhaps they continued to work together, even when the press claimed something else.
It wouldn't be the first time Bastian didn't say everything about his true intentions. He loved to shock people.
"He's on the plane," Bastian answered, shooting me a quick glance. He was controlling if I was eating, and I silently chewed the delicious pasta salad with chicken, giving him an innocent look .
His expression softened for a moment but quickly darkened, confusing me. He was glowering at someone behind me, and I wanted to turn around, but it wasn't necessary. Into my line of view walked none other than Rose Adelaine, making me almost throw up.
She was breathtaking, wearing a long, backless black dress that hugged her fantastic figure like a second skin.
The plunging neckline was almost deeper than mine, and the high slit on the skirt revealed her flawlessly shaped leg.
She looked like a model, and I involuntarily sighed, glimpsing at her face.
Her red plump lips were smiling at my man, her big blue eyes checking him from head to toe, and I felt a stab of jealousy in my heart.
"Good evening, boys," she greeted sweetly, and I noticed Andreas raising his brows at her, briefly looking at his brother.
"Hello, Rose," Bastian said in a neutral voice, making my insides quiver. I hated it when he talked to me like that, and she didn't like it either.
"Aren't you happy to see me? Give me a smile.
" She flirtatiously winked at him, and I turned my back on them, feeling my temper rising.
I put down the plate and wiped my mouth, before grabbing a glass of champagne from a waiter and drinking it in one gulp.
I heard her giggling when I was inhaling deep breaths to overcome the urge to slap her face hard.
"You said you weren’t coming. What made you change your mind?" Andreas inquired as he handed, her a drink. Bastian watched her through narrowed eyes, and I realized he wasn't happy about her presence. This knowledge gave me some peace, but I still didn't want her around him.
"I came to keep Bastian company," she answered with a broad smile, and I mentally rolled my eyes. It was my opportunity to make myself visible.
"You're not needed here," I chirped. The amount of sweetness in my voice was so excessive that it almost sounded like I wanted to kill her with a sugar rush. Taking hold of Bastian's hand, I entwined our fingers, enjoying her shocked expression. "I'll make sure he is fine."
"Who are you?" Rose spat, glaring at me like I'd just killed her favorite fish and flushed it down the toilet. Her surprised face gave me so much satisfaction .
"She is my girl," Bastian answered instead of me, moving our joined palms to his lips and kissing my hand. "I told you about her, remember?"
The butterflies in my stomach went crazy, and I couldn't help the wide smile that settled on my face. He took my side. The only thing I was afraid of was that he wouldn't stand by me. I was glad my fears were unfounded.
"That's her?" Rose whined, clearly disappointed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
I almost barked some unsuitable words at her, but yet again, Bastian took over the situation.
"Language, Rosalind," he stated coldly, forcing a shiver to run down my spine. I loved his dominating side.
"Forgive me, sir," she said sweetly, but a wicked grin formed on her lips.
The vicious glint in her eyes made me stay alert.
"Won't it be a shame to spoil such an innocent lamb?
" She winked at me, grazing her tongue along her lower lip in a lascivious gesture.
"We both know your tastes are very specific. "
"Get out of here, Rose," Bastian growled, his body stiffening. He was in protective mode. He wanted to shield me from her, but it wasn't necessary. She had already made me feel uneasy.
Two seemingly harmless remarks destroyed my confidence because one thing was for sure.
I really didn't know what kind of needs and tastes Bastian had.
Our entire relationship was about me starting to discover the whole BDSM thing.
But if he craved more than I was giving him or needed something else, I didn't know about it.
Perhaps he desired more pain, more obedience, more sex, but he didn't ask for it because he agreed with her.
"As you wish. I'll let you enjoy the evening with your new plaything." She raised her glass and winked at me before mingling with the crowd.
"Are you okay?" Bastian asked, placing his finger under my chin and raising my head.
"She's even more unpleasant than I remember," I whispered, wrinkling my nose in disgust. The evening had barely started, and I already wanted to return home, cuddle with him, and forget about this disaster.
A few hours. I could survive a few more hours.