Unchasable

Chapter 34

LEVI

"You make such a wonderful couple", a person tells us, while passing us by. Because no, a man can't enjoy his evening with his wife, in silence, without being disturbed. But everyone has to come here and comment.

"Thank you so much", Yvonne responds for the both of us.

She then tugs on the sleeve of my tux and starts leading me away to a quiet corner, where we could have our peace before the auction begins. Our trip to New York couldn't take place without at least visiting one art gallery. So when I heard there is this auction taking place at a gallery in Manhattan, I just had to secure us places. My wife loves that shit.

And there is little I wouldn't do to see that smile on her face.

"Levi", Yvonne begins, arranging the collar of my shirt. She looks absolutely gorgeous in an evening black Chanel dress, high heels and elbow-long gloves the same color, some diamonds around her neck, her wrist and hanging from her ears.

I know I'll be fucking her with only those diamonds on later.

"Yes, dove", I answer, trying to push away the fantasy.

Lush lips. Eyes filled with lust. Her little whimpers when she-

"What have I told you, baby?", she pulls me back. "When people are nice to you, you try to be nice to them. It doesn't matter if you like them or not-"

"I hate them", I interrupt her.

She rolls her eyes. "It doesn't matter if you hate them. What matters is that they took the time to come to you and congratulate you. So we are nice, and..."

"Sorry to break it to you, Yvonne, but that's not gonna change anything", a familiar voice tones.

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Hello, Christopher", I greet my best friend. "Having a good time?"

"Oh, I love third wheeling", he replies teasingly.

"I see you're getting quite good at it. Don't you think it's time to find someone and leave Yvonne and me alone?"

"Oh, I'm here with a date", Chris replies proud. He turns around to show me the "Louis Vuitton" logo on his varsity jacket. "Levi, meet my man. Louis Vuitton, meet Levi."

"Fuck you, Christopher", I hiss.

The bastard only smirks brighter.

"So, you guys ready to buy some paintings?", he asks, back to his usual sunshiny self. I roll my eyes as Yvonne chuckles, and she hooks her arm around mine, the two of us following Chris to the room the auction will take place.

"How is Addie?", I ask him on the way, just as payback for earlier.

"Wait", Yvonne cuts us short, fishing three glasses of champagne from a tray and handing each of us one. "Who's Addie?"

"His crush", I reply mockingly. You can barely call it a crush. They literally met once and it was over Skittles.

"Nobody we should talk about tonight", Chris quickly pushes the subject away. "Oh look, there is Toni. I'll go say hi", he excuses himself to go talk to his team principal.