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Chapter 11

For some reason, Christian is all smiles today. He is looking at his phone from time to time, texting. I secretly rolled my eyes. He must be fooling another woman.

I shook my head and realized that I was being too judgmental. I decided to just focus on where we are.

This is the first event I went with Christian as his PA. It is the Thanksgiving Party of one of his business partners and I am more than thrilled to be here. We're in a five-star hotel, in a function room that speaks "buffet all you can" and everybody just seemed so nice and formal. I guess this is how the business people have parties.

In between his text messages, Christian introduced me to some big personas as his PA. I couldn't help but present them my best personality.

A woman from one company exclaimed to her husband, "Oh dear, where did we go to again? Paris is the capital of Norway, right? I believe we went to Paris, Ray."

"I think you meant Oslo, Ma'am,' I corrected politely.

She clapped her hands like a child and marveled, "Wow! You are a wizard! Mr. Grey, you have one fine Personal Assistant."

Christian smiled proudly and although he was wordless, I could tell that he was confident that I was the one assisting him. From table to table, we met groups of people and they end up laughing with me or cracking up with my Dad jokes.

"You're doing well, Ray. Good job!" That was the first time Christian spoke to me since he was too caught up with his phone. There was something . . . off about him. It was like he's daydreaming.

I shook my head with disappointment. Whoever he's texting now is a poor girl. I knew men like him. They think they're in love but when they bed the woman, they throw them like trash. Don't get me wrong, I still respect him as my boss but if I were his father, I'd kick him out of the house until he finally changes.

Then, the host appeared on stage and he announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming to this momentous occasion. To make this night more entertaining, let's welcome superstar Tom Jones.

It was like all my bones left my body. My flesh was turning jelly. I couldn't believe. It was like the whole world stopped for a moment. There he was: my lifelong idol performing onstage. Sexy dancers appeared beside him as he sang "Sexbomb". Oh man! He aged but his voice remained the same: suave and classic.

"Sexbomb! Sexbomb! You're my Sexbomb!"

I didn't care if we were in a formal event. This was the concert I've been waiting for. Dressed in my tux, I danced to the rhythm of Sexbomb like in some 80's Disco. I twirled my butt and put my hands up in the air.

"Ray! Ray!" Christian was obviously embarrassed, and I almost stopped, but then the crowd started dancing along. They stood on their feet and made their own stepping. They weren't as energetic as I was, but it didn't matter. For the first time in my fifty-eight years, I was having fun.

"You there!"

"Me?!" I screamed. Oh, freaking holy horses! Tom Jones is talking to me!

"Dance with me on stage! Come on!"

I came on stage and danced next to Tom Jones. I was mouthing every word and the whole crowd was alive. I look at the crowd and Christian clapped his hands confusingly, completely dazed at his surroundings.

He gave me an approving smile and all I can say is that I partied with Tom Jones, baby.

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I left Ray at the party because of two reasons. One, he is enjoying Tom Jones' performances. Apparently, our business partner paid a lot to have him perform. Ray was over the moon. I couldn't help but feel happy.

For two, I was worried about Ana. She said that they're having a toxic day at work and she needs to come home by 10 p.m. With Taylor's disapproval, I went to pick her up alone.

I didn't even know what's going on with me. I couldn't stop texting her. I couldn't stop calling her, nor could I stop thinking about her. There was something that ignited in me, that something that meant I wanted to protect her all my life.

The sky started roaring and I cursed under my breath. Heavy rainfalls violently tapped on the earth and I knew that Ana was in trouble.

I was driving my BMW when I saw Ana walking out of her office. She looked mortified when she noticed the rain. But then, she wrapped her arms around herself and wrongly thought that she could survive the rain. She ran and ran, and she was getting soaked.

She began to cross the street, the same spot where we danced when she was drunk. I got a little de ja vu when the traffic lights hit the 100 second colored in red. I turned the headlights at her and beeped loudly.

Ana turned around and she was breathless.

I didn't give a damn that I don't have an umbrella. I stepped out of the car and we were the only ones on the road. Literally, no one was around due to the late hour.

And we stood there in the middle of the street, under the red countdown of our souls that are caught in the traffic of what we feel.

Rain was pouring harder, we were wetter, and the headlights pointed at us like a spotlight.

"Christian," she whispered, and I didn't hesitate to pull her in for a passionate kiss.

Our bodies pressed against each other, only our wet clothes creating thin barriers. Despite the cold spell, a feeling of heated electricity travelled between us. It was a heat that ignites the lust in me.

Our kiss intensified. My lips moved passionately, and she fought with the same level of intensity. My tongue asked for entrance and she took me. The dance of our tongue started out slow until it became so passionate that we couldn't even breathe.

When we pulled away, I asked in a husky lustful voice, "Let me take you home."

She nodded slowly.

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