Chained to Mr. Billionaire

MASQUERADE GALA PART 2

"Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised. Now my neck is open wide begging for a fist around it"
- Halsey (Castle)

The world seemed as if it stopped and the only one that ever existed was the breathtaking man in crisp blue suit and blue mask that matches his ocean eyes with the stunning woman in red gown and red mask onto the dance floor, facing each other. The chilling night made it look like an eternity that goes on around and around in a slow motion. Even if Ryder tried to deny it, deep down he wasn't regretting to made up his mind and turn up into the gala. He wanted to see her but rather dangerous of him to fall in too deep. He hated the fact that he's getting weak. What he had worked on for years, it just came crumbling down like a home that's being wrecked by one of the construction workers to either build up another building. Right now, the only thing he could seem to care was she is in front of him.

Leila however felt her heart thumping louder and louder. As if it was the only sound that he could hear aside from the alcohol that she could smell due to the close intimacy position that they were in. The only thing that she could do at the moment was to part her lips and stare at his eyes. Those crystal eyes that always would be in display whenever he's around. One that would always be the first to look at as an impression. But those crystal eyes always seemed to hold some kind of mystery. He may look like a genuine decent guy that you normally meet on malls but it was more than that. What made her like him so much? Was it the way he look? Or as what Miles had told her, was it the personality disregarding the way how he look?

She felt goosebumps at the warm sensation that creeps into her skin, slowly making its way into her palm. Ryder darted his eyes at it before clasping it together and returning his gaze at the beautiful woman who he called his girlfriend. Was she really his girlfriend? Would he really call her that? Sure, Leila wasn't yet asked about their labels but she had assumed, Ryder is his boyfriend as the bouquet of red roses had appeared into her apartment the moment she went home from the recent trip to Spain. Along with some letters that stated her name in it and a "text me if you had got home"

"I thought you're mad at me" She whispered in wonder as soon as she remembered about what happened hours ago alone in his office. He looked to be in distress and clearly he wasn't at all happy that he had heard from Veronica Mallion about the future plans of Leila. The only thing she couldn't understand is why she's here dancing with the man she loves. Risking everything knowing that the media is here into this party and couldn't lose a moment not to take for granted. They would be more likely to be put in headlines anytime now. Leila knew and wanted to pull away but her heart doesn't want to. She couldn't describe what she felt with him. All she knew was she's glad she have him. Wanting to savor their moment alone, dancing in such a orchestra music with a hostess singing in the background.

"I am" he stated in a matter of factly. Removing a hand into her waist and spun her around for two times before pulling her back to his arms all over again. She bit her lip and looked up from his blue orbs which held no emotions in it. She didn't know what he would do about it and what made him calm right now when if he is mad at her, he would have shown it at least in his eyes or into actions itself. But instead, its all unfavorable to his words. Instead, he just gazed at her lips, head bent down for a better view of her features closely. Her eyes that was all too innocent and flushed now held so unsure expression, trying to figure him out. He just gripped his hold into her as if he would lose her anytime if he didn't. She had noticed it but payed no heed. Her body reacting onto his touch. Warm sensation that she could feel in her body even if its too cold in the venue.

"I understand if you—" She began as they continued to sway their way into the dance floor. Before she could finish her words, she was cut off by him. Her voice too bothered and on edge, his tone gives her assurance. But not the reason why or how he had decided as if the matter was just as small as a car toy falling into the ground accidentally by a kid. He moved his eyes to hers and this time his eyes is dancing on fire. Hearts leaping into each other. There wasn't any fabrication that they could use, now that it was too obvious about how they feel with each other. The never ending bliss that they feel internally. Wishing the moment wouldn't end at all. He wanted to kiss her in any moment.