Beyond The Lie

Chapter 21: Don't get attached

Eryx.

My dad, Kaelin, seems laid-back about my relationships, but I know better. He won't constantly grill me for updates, but he's definitely keeping tabs. If I tell him I'm dating someone, he'll casually ask, "How's life with that woman?" every now and then. Our daily chats, just casual "good mornings" and life updates, would pass as genuine couple talk if he checks. The recent rumor about me visiting the fashion boutique actually works in our favor - he'll see it as proof we're dating.

It's great news for my family, but I'm not sure Adeline's side feels the same. We need more substantial proof beyond just texts and rumors.

That's why I've chosen a hotel that's close to my father's inner circle, where discretion is guaranteed. This luxurious haven is private and paparazzi-free, allowing us to dine alone without unwanted attention. I've booked a table for us, which my father may or may not be aware of by now.

Adeline's running late, but I understand. She declined my offer to pick her up, joking that it would only draw more attention to my wealthy lifestyle and our association. 'Why not?' she teased. 'More pictures of the rich guy and his constant companion - great idea!' Her caution is warranted.

Given her busy schedule with sample creations, I can't fault her for the delay. She promised to arrive by 7 pm, and it's only 7:30. I'll wait patiently.

The sound of heels clicking on the marble floor breaks my reverie. Adeline. Right on time, or rather, fashionably late.

She walked towards the table with a radiant smile, illuminating the room. I stood up to greet her, and she apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit late... Half an hour, to be exact." As I pulled out her chair, she continued with a playful glint in her eye, "And I'll blame it on traffic, not the half hour I spent staring at my closet, searching for the perfect outfit."

I settled back into my seat, captivated by her presence. "You definitely found the right one," I said, unable to hide my admiration.

Adeline wore a stunning red cocktail dress, its vibrant crimson hue complementing her flawless skin. The dress's daring plunging neckline and flowing silhouette accentuated her curves, while simple yet stylish accessories - a white shoulder bag and maroon heels - added an elegant touch. A subtle smile played on her lips, heightening her allure.

"Yes, I know, right?" Adeline agreed, her smile sparkling. "So, this is a dinner date?" She asked, her eyes locking onto mine.

I nodded, my response a gentle hum of affirmation.

Adeline's gaze wandered around the opulent room. "This place looks stunning," she remarked. I'd already briefed her on my intentions, but I sensed a hint of curiosity.

The waiter arrived, breaking the silence. "What would you like?" I asked Adeline.

"Surprise me," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

I turned to the waiter. "We'll have the seared scallops to start, followed by the grilled filet mignon and pan-seared salmon. And a bottle of your finest Cabernet Sauvignon."

Adeline raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Sounds perfect."

"My mom called me," Adeline began, catching my attention. "Guess what? She wanted to know if the rumors were true," Adeline said with a hint of amusement.

I raised an eyebrow. "What did you tell her?"

Adeline's gaze met mine, her expression deadpan. "The truth."

I studied her face, seeking clarification. "That it's all just rumors?"

She nodded in agreement. "Exactly. I'm not dating anyone."

I nodded, relieved.

Before I knew it, I'd blurted out another question. "And what about Givan?"

Adeline's eyes narrowed slightly, her head tilting. "What about him?"

I swiftly rephrased my question, realizing it might have come across as too probing. "Has he contacted you since the rumors surfaced?"

Adeline's expression turned thoughtful. "No, he hasn't. As someone in the public eye, he's probably used to this kind of attention."

I nodded, acknowledging her point.

Adeline shifted the conversation. "How's your work going?"

"Not bad," I replied, deliberately keeping my answer brief.

Adeline waited, as if expecting me to elaborate, but I knew better than to share more. She nodded graciously, dropping the subject.

Adeline.

I pour my heart out to him, sharing every detail of my day. But he's a fortress, locked tight. I don't push, just ask about his work. Investigations, he says. Confidentiality. I get it. But a hint would be nice.

Frustrated, I clam up. That's when I feel his warm touch on the back of my hand. I glance up, startled. He's holding my hand, cradling it as if it might break.

His thumb grazes my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "What's on your mind, Luna?" he asks softly, his eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I almost believe he truly cares.

But only almost.

As I gazed up, a suited figure appeared at the entrance of our Private Dining Alcove. Our haven, designed for intimacy without isolation, suddenly felt exposed. Three walls shielded us, but the open side allowed passersby to catch glimpses.

The man in suit was engrossed in conversation, his back to us. But if he turned, our secluded oasis would be breached. Eryx noticed my gaze and whispered, "Manager. Father's friend."

I nodded, feeling a spark of irritation. Why did I assume Eryx held my hand out of concern? Naivety, perhaps. His gesture was likely just a courtesy.

The man's companion departed, and he turned, locking eyes with Eryx. They exchanged nods, a silent understanding passing between them. His gaze drifted to me, and I forced a smile.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes dropped to our entwined hands. My cheeks warmed.

Oh God, we're constructing a Great Wall of deception, brick by brick.

As the man departed, the warmth in my hand dissipated, leaving an unsettling chill. Eryx's hand retreated, abandoning mine to the cold. I withdrew mine too, safeguarding my heart.

The sudden emptiness struck like a wake-up call. I'd forgotten our ruse, forgotten that his touch was a calculated act. But what unsettled me most was the realization that, for a fleeting moment, I'd wished it was genuine.

A spark of self-irritation flared within me. How could I be so foolish? I'd let my guard down, allowed myself to crave something authentic from a man who was only pretending.

I mentally recoiled, reestablishing the boundaries. Don't get attached, I warned myself. This is a charade, nothing more.