Page 126 of Rhet

He has some nerve. Does he know how hard this was to get together? Or how expensive my airbrushed make up was? Or how these fucking shoes are hurting my feet. He has the gall to look at me and insult my dress when I made an effort to look sexy.

My hair has waves; fucking waves that cost more than some people’s rent. Yet he wants to criticize my looks. I look so stunning I had to look in the mirror twice.

My eyeshadow is smoky, with hints of plum and charcoal. My lashes are mink. Mink.

My face is cut and contoured. I look great. I wanted his jaw to drop, for him to think I was sexy. No, instead he thinks I’m inappropriately dressed. Screw him, I’m hot and did this for me.

“You look breathtaking,” York whispers in my ear.

“Thank you,” I mutter shifting to move away just a little bit.

I know Rhet was right York wants in my pants, but at least someone wants me.

Just me, not the me who’s always there to lend a helping hand. Or the self-sacrificing me. The applauses around me roar as I’m brought back to the event.

Rhet is on the stage, holding his award, smiling like he has no worries in the world. The very thought of him irks me. When his eyes meet mine, I flare my nose in disgust and turn to check on York.

That’s how we are for the rest of the night. Never speaking to each other, our eyes meeting across the room, staring until one of us looks away. Thankfully, Julian is here so he can take care of Rhet’s needs.

After dinner, York and I make our way to the ballroom. A tall, gorgeous man with blue gray eyes and blond hair steps in front of York.

“May I have this dance?” He grins.

“Sure.” I place my hand in his, his touch is firm yet gentle.

York grumbles behind me, while this dashing man takes my hand. Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight begins.

There is something dreamy about a man with rhythm, and this man has a lot.

“May I ask your name?” I ask as we glide effortlessly on the dance floor.

“Dax Prescott. My friends call me Dax. We should be friends.” He presses his hands to my back as he turns me.

Oh, he’s dangerous. He’s so smooth and charming.

“Nice to meet you, Dax. I’m Zeeta.”

The way he box steps makes me feel like I’m dancing with a professional dancer. His quick, ball change adds to his smoothness. Dear lord, I look up at him and well, I would say he’s a stunning man.

Sadly, I don’t like pretty boys. No, I like assholes.

“He’s trying, you know.” Dax pulls me close.

I know who he’s talking about, I don’t even bother to ask. I guess he’s a friend.

“I don’t care. Let him try harder.” I lifted my chin in defiance.

He chuckles darkly in my ear. “You’re perfect.”

I smile. “Thank You.”

He spins me around and brings my back to his chest. The way he moves, we’re starting to get a few stares. He dips me, pausing with his face just above my nose.

Any closer and he would be able to kiss me. Then he smiles, bringing me back up.

“One, Two,” Dax’s counting, He brings me up. His hands skimming my back, approaching my butt. As I’m about give Dax a piece of my mind, Rhet appears.

Rhet tugs me to his side.

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