Tension

Deth suddenly paused, turning to face Ethan with an amused glint in his eye. "I owe you a dance," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I can't dance with you anymore."

He turned to one of his men, a towering figure with a chiseled face. "Max, you mind giving him a dance?"

Max nodded, his expression robotic. "Yes, sir."

"Perfect!" Deth said with a smirk and walked on.

He strode back to Ethan, his face a mask of neutrality. "Mr. Wellesley, may I?" He said and stretch fort his hand, his tone flat.

Ethan's glare was venomous. "Fuck off," he spat, his voice low and deadly.

Max's expression didn't change, but he turned back around, falling into step with Deth and the others as they reached the exit.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, the only sound the soft hum of the wheelchair's motors and the distant rumble of Deth's voice, a low, husky sound that made those who heard it break out in cold sweat break.

The group disappeared into the night, leaving Ethan seething with anger and humiliation.

*

*

The night air enveloped them as they stepped out of the wedding venue, Deth led Remy to his sleek, black Lamborghini Urus, its LED lights gleaming in the darkness.

His two men seated in the front, with Max behind the wheel. Deth carefully assisted Remy, helping her transition from her wheelchair into the luxurious rear seat of the car.

As the car glided smoothly into motion, Remy turned to Deth with a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for getting me out of there, it was really suffocating."

Deth's gaze locked onto hers, his low, deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Remy, we meet again."

Remi replied, "Yes.. sorry for the inconvenience, though. But I didn't actually expect you to come."

"Oh, but I did," Deth said, his gaze lingering on her, scanning her intricately. "You told me to come save you right? Why are you so surprised to see me?"

"Well.. because you didn't look like you even heard what I said then.. after you.. um.." She looked like she was trying to figure out what word to use and her ears had turned slightly red.

Kaidën's gaze locked onto hers, as if daring her to say what she had in mind. Remy felt slightly uncomfortable with his stare. His eyes seemed to pierce through her, trialing every inch of her body with an unnerving intensity.

The way he looked at her made her skin prickle with awareness, as if he could see beyond the flowing red gown that hugged her curves, its bohemian accents shimmering in the dim light.

His gaze lingered on the delicate lace trim that framed her face, then drifted down to the gentle swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, and the flowing silk that cascaded down her legs.

Remy felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she sensed his eyes stripping away the layers of her clothing, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

The air in the car seemed to thicken, heavy with tension, as Kaidën's eyes continued to hold hers captive. Remy's heart quickened, her breath catching in her throat. She felt like a small, fragile bird trapped in the gaze of a hungry predator.

But there was something more, something deeper. A familiar yet strange sensation tingled through her body, familiar because she had recently experienced it, yet strange because she wasn't accustomed to such intensity.

His gaze brought back memories of the night before, when they had first met, two weeks ago. She thought back to the way he had looked at her, his eyes burning with an intensity that had left her breathless.. and the way he.. the way he had...

Geez! Remy inwardly face palmed and closed her eyes as if to shut off the memory. Her cheeks reddened as she recalled that moment of bliss.

Instinctively, she folded her arms across her chest, the movement was a futile attempt to shield herself from the intensity of his scrutiny.

The blush deepened on her cheeks, and she looked away, her eyes drifting down to the dark, luxurious leather of the car seat.

Kaidën's low, husky chuckle sent another shiver down her spine, the sound dripping with a knowing, almost sinister, undertone. "Interesting," he murmured, his voice like a velvet-wrapped whisper that caressed her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Remi's eyes narrowed, her lips pursed in accusation. "You know what you're doing, don't you?" she said, her voice low and husky.

Kaidën's gaze never wavered. "So those losers... they're the ones you wanted to kill yourself for that night?" he asked quietly, his words dripping with an icy undertone.

Remi's mood shifted like a storm cloud, her expression darkening as memories of Sophia and Julian's wedding flooded her mind. A sad glint clouding her eyes as she lowered her head, her shoulders slumping in despair.

Before she could respond, Deth's massive palm cradled her head, his fingers stroking her hair with a gentle, soothing touch. The gesture seemed at odds with his cold, unyielding expression, as if they were two different people.

Remi felt a lump form in her throat, her emotions torn between laughter and tears. Who was this man? Who offered comfort with one hand while his eyes seemed to bore into her soul with a freezing intensity?

"They're not worth it," Kaidën murmured, his voice still laced with that icy edge. "You're better than that."

Remi's gaze lifted, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. Her soft, vulnerable gaze met Kaidën's cold, expressionless stare, and for a moment, it seemed as if her restraint had been shattered.

Tears began to flow down her cheeks, and she raised her hand to wipe them away, but Kaidën beat her to it, gently brushing the tears from her face with his fingers.

Remi's eyes widened slightly, surprised by his gentle gesture. But as his fingers brushed against her skin, she felt a jolt of contrast - his touch was cold, a stark difference from the warmth of her tears.

With a tender yet detached motion, Kaidën wiped away her tears, his fingers dancing across her cheeks with a quiet intimacy.

It was as if he didn't want a single drop to fall, to escape his attention. Her heart thudded against her chest with a mix of emotions.

And yet, despite the coldness of his fingers, his touch sent a warmth spreading through her skin, like a spark igniting a flame.

Kaidën held her gaze, his eyes locked onto hers, as he leaned in ever so slowly, his face brushing past her cheeks as he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"Seems like you wouldn't also want tonight's memories accompanying you till dawn, right?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You might be needing a better... warmer companion to forget those memories... Hmm?"

His lips grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Remi's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with... anticipation? What exactly was she anticipating?

The car came to a sudden halt, and Kaidën straightened himself up and stepped out, his movements fluid and swift.

He strode around to Remi's side, opening the door and scooping her up in his arms, cradling her like a princess.

Remi didn't have a chance to take in her surroundings, but she caught a glimpse of a stunning house, its beauty eclipsed only by the breathtaking face of the man carrying her.

His features were chiseled and icy, his hazel eyes dark and piercing, his lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile.

As Kaidën carried her into the house, Remi found herself suddenly captivated by his dangerously handsome face, her gaze drifting back to his again and again.

She barely registered the fact that Max and the other man had disappeared into the house, leaving them alone.

Kaidën carried her to a small, luxurious room, with an exquisite and understated décor. He laid her down on the plush bed, his movements gentle, and sat down beside her.

Remi felt a flutter of shyness, her face falling, and her hair tumbling down around her like a curtain.

Kaidën's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin as he tucked her hair behind her ear, exposing the side of her face.

His hand cradled her face, turning her to meet his gaze. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with tension.

Kaidën's eyes drifted to her lips, his gaze lingering on their full, rosy curves. Remi's tongue darted out, subconsciously swirling it around her lips.

Kaidën's eyes snapped back to hers, his gaze burning with intensity, as if saying that she shouldn't have done that.

And then, without warning, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.