The Trouble With Two Seasons

Chapter 14 : Cocktails and Temptations

Cameras flashed and paparazzi rushed in-between incoming luxury cars to get a glimpse of celebrities as they stepped onto the Red Carpet.

Security and event staff opened car doors, ushering the guests out.

Stepping out a luxury vehicle, wearing kitten heels and clutching a Versace purse in her hand, her daughter followed, a mini clone of herself.

Winter stepped out after her Mum, taking Grayer's hand for support as soon as her feet touched the outside of the car.

Her dark red low cut dress hugged her bodice, pushing out her cleavage and ran down her thighs. Her lips glistened with cherry red lip gloss. Her make up was smokey.

Grayer stood beside her, looking crisp in his tux as the media men buzzed around them.

"How do you confirm the allegations of your husband having an affair with his secretary?"

"Do you plan on filing a divorce or it's under wraps?"

"Do you have any regrets about the marriage?"

"How is the scandal affecting your daughter?"

"Winter Bailey, what do you think of your Mum taking custody?"

The reporters flashed as Suzanne Bailey wore a killer smile and pushed her way through the crowd. She was unfazed, she wasn't new to this.

Winter who had a hard time adjusting due to the sting of the questions swallowed, her face going gastly white.

It felt as if the world was spinning around her as the lights from the cameras blurred her vision.

She could hear nothing but their loud voices filling up her head.

"Smile." A cool collective voice whispered to her.

Grayer's warm hands clasped hers tight, it brought her warmth and she looked up into his ocean blue eyes, everything around her blurring out but him.

He stood tall and looming, a smile plastered on his ruggedly handsome face. A few strands of hair fell out of place, doing nothing but making him look alluring.

Winter gazed at him, the corners of her lips turned up into a smile as Grayer led her through protocol and past the mass of bodies crammed at the Red Carpet.

Time rolled by and invited guests trooped in. Most nominees had arrived and were being ushered to their seats.

Then, the Wells made their grand entrance.

Taylor walked in, looking ravishing in his dark blue two piece suit. He'd shrugged off the tie back at home after much deliberation and left the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

Marsai's arm was tucked in the crook of his as she walked beside him, her silky burgundy gown sweeping the floor. The dress was adorned with transparent lace, adding a sensual, elegant touch.

Jaws dropped as they were ushered to their table, the next couple following behind them had the same effect.

Asher briskly stepped into the room, holding Summer's hand in his. They looked wonderful together and it drew attention to them.

Grayer sat beside Winter at the other end of the room, engaged in delightful banter. His breath hitched when Summer strode in, Asher's hand was on her lower back, guiding her through the formalities. His gaze burned holes at the back of Asher's hand.

Summer never really dressed up for anyone. But when she did, she sure made heads turn with that amazing body of hers, Grayer noticed.

Her dress was on fire, showing off the subtle curves he'd always ignored as she choose to adorn herself in joggers and baggy tees.