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Chapter 10

Maela's Point of view

His thumbs are swiping subconsciously right at my waist and each swipe makes me shudder sensitively, my bottom lip being caught between my teeth.

Finally he makes a daring move, pulling me extremely close and staring directly into my eyes with his own dark ones. I forget momentarily that we are at a live party, and many people could be watching us as of now. My body is tense and I resist any sudden movements that could lead to my death.

All of a sudden he dips me, a dramatic change of our dance that matches the music, and I am for sure red all over again as I squeal at the gesture. His eyes stare at my chest, and I feel his other hand climb up my bare thigh, his fingertips just grazing my skin, a single groan shakily escaping my lips. His eyes are dark, and he slowly pulls me back up, licking his bottom lip.

"I want you badly Ms. Sharp, very badly, but if you say no then it's a no," he says lowly in my ear, and I stare up at him with confusion etched across my face. His words that pushed out of his mouth were sent to play me, and I feel that I am right as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes dancing with amusement. It angers me greatly.

"You think you can just have me don't you? You think this is all a game Mr. Too-rich-to-get-rejected," I snarl, my hands finding his forearms and I push off of him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well let me just say this- I am not one to be played by a fucking cocky rich married man. I know how this is gonna end, and it sickens me knowing that you would be willing to put me through that," I stammer, my throat hitching as I stare at him in disbelief.

Believe it or not, I'm beginning to get emotional, and I literally want to run away before I can start breaking down in front of some insensitive man whore who is willing to break his wife's heart by having sex with a nobody. I feel so terrible for myself, knowing that I am just a piece of scrap in comparison to the people around me, but it's all true and I don't know what possessed me to believe that I am worth anything by coming here. This dress, this mask, this invite, all of it was just a miracle. I would pinch myself to get out of this dream, but as flashbacks of Harry pounding into me flows into my mind I can literally feel his touch which brings me back to know that this is all real.

"Are you honestly upset right now?"Harry let's out an exasperated sigh and I flutter my eyes at him, looking down.

"I am," I clip, and he grits his teeth. He opens his mouth to say something, but just as he does a familiar voice rings out into the air, chopping our moment in half as we shoot our attention to the only person broad enough to step between such a serious conversation. Reality strikes the both of us and I feel my chest tighten, my head pounding with distress.

"Mr. Styles," Mrs. Everes, the hawk eye lady makes herself present between the both of us, our bodies easily tearing apart.

Her eyes pierce their way to look into mines and my lips part, taking a shallow breath. She's satan. I can tell as she begins to devour me, piece by piece assessing my well being as a person. As much as I feel uncomfortable I feel violated as well, this old woman who must see me as a poor whore who wants Mr. Styles attention. It couldn't be any farther from the truth considering that I am not as desperate for him as he is for me. That sounds very cocky, but that's what I really think is going on between the two of us and I'm not going to question it any further.

Mrs. Everes though, she has it in the right area, and she intimidates me only because I'm afraid what she'd do with the situation for Harry's appeal. As irritable as it sounds, I don't want Harry to get any kind of bad reputation because of my presence. It's just unfortunate that Ms. Everes has that kind of power over Harry and I don't.