Love at First Night - Chapter 82

The day of the party finally came so I wore one of the best dresses I could wear, elegant and raffinate, and matched it with a long gold necklace. I had to look beautiful since Simon would announce to everyone about my raise.

Getting a raise meant also getting more responsibilities and having to work more to fill more positions but I could do that.

My career had always been my main priority and I wasn’t ashamed of it. I checked myself at the mirror one last time before walking to Joanna.

“How do I look?”

Joanna turned around and as soon as she saw me she almost spat the tea she was drinking so she had to swallow down and cough.

She almost choked on her tea, “you look great! I would propose if I was a man.”

I laughed, “we’re ready to go then.”

We called a cab and as we drove to the place, I reminded her so many times that she had to pretend she never heard me mentioning Cameron. As we reached our destination I was sure that she learned by heart my speech.

She walked out of the car and my heart began to thunder in my chest. I wasn’t used to seeing Cameron with so many people around me that knew me, and I would lie if I said I wasn’t uneasy at the idea of talking to him in front of other people. Not mainly because I didn’t want them to find out about our special bond but because I was scared that they could potentially ruin what there was between us. We walked inside, every guest was already there and the mansion we ranted for the party was adorned perfectly.

Few of my coworkers cheered me as soon as I walked in so I took advantage of the occasion to introduce Joanna to them.

We walked to the table of the pastries and we filled our glasses with white wine.

“This party is quite calm.” She commented and I nodded chuckling. She was right, the music was low and people talked to each other quietly as if they randomly met in the same place.

I traveled my gaze around the room but I couldn’t seem to find where Cameron was. Maybe he didn’t come because he disliked the heart I put on the envelope? Or maybe he forgot about it?

Was he bus…

The door opened and he walked in wearing a black elegant jacket on a white shirt. A leather belt with the CC logo on it.

I forgot to breathe for some instant when his hair fell on his forehead but as he walked through the crown they automatically set to the side. His gaze met mine and my heart stopped for an instant only to charge and begin racing.

I could feel it echoing in my chest, he hinted at a smile and got warmed in his presence despite the distance.

“You should try to make it less obvious if you want to hide it,” Joanna whispered, I blinked twice to wake up from the effect he made me.

I cleared my voice and turned around to look at her.

“He is so handsome.” She commented darting her gaze to him for some fraction of a second before traveling it back on me.

“I know,” I whispered back.

I felt the urge to turn around only to stare at him again but I had to clench my fists not to do so.

How was it possible to feel so attracted to someone?

That vulnerability almost scared me.

“Have you seen him?” Two assistants of Simon got closer to the table to take some pastries.

“He is so hot!” The other one added pointing at Cameron.

“And he is rich, he’s like the perfect man.”

I widened my eyes at Joanna, my blood boiled in my veins and I felt a strong impulse to tell them that he was taken and to making them stop complimenting my men.

But I swallowed down that compulsion and took a few more sips of my wine.

“I will try to talk to him, I wish I could take off his shirt, it looks too tight.”

They began to giggle together and I almost cringed at that sound of their laughs.

“He is coming our way!”

Hearing them I unconsciously turned around and Cameron was walking toward me. I hoped he would walk in the opposite direction because I couldn’t stand hearing those two irritating women flattering him.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled at me, a few steps divided us.

The blonde girl who spoke aloud her dreams of ripping his shirt off took a step forward and before I could fight my immature jealous self, my foot already stuck out to trip her making her lose her balance and fall in my direction hitting my glass and dirting her dress.

I grabbed her elbow preventing her from falling and then flashed her a smile.

Pouring ‘mistakenly’ my drink on her was already enough so I spared her the fall driving away every potential suspect that I may have done it on purpose.

“Are you fine?” I asked, faking a concerned tone of voice.

She dropped her jaw, gazing down at her dress then at Cameron, and then again at her dress. I wished I could take a picture of her face because that was the funniest thing in the entire world.

She screamed glowering at me, “your stupid drink!!”

She turned around to face Cameron and pursed her lips as her eyes filled with tears, “Cameron…can you walk me to the bathroom to clear this mess?” She cried out

He was dismayed by her request but not as much as me, cursing words filled my mind. Cameron sighed and then nodded giving up to her request.

Maybe Karma existed and that was the proof I didn’t have to instinctively react next time.

The girl began to walk away but then she turned around and flashed me a big bright smile having me drop my jaw.

She understood I did it on purpose and was playing my own game.