9 PARTY DISPUTE

ARIEL’S POV

Luke, dressed boldly in his suit, had his arm stretched out to me. He was offering to dance with me, and I was just staring at him, simply surprised, without uttering a word.

What the hell was he doing? Was this really happening? I didn’t really think so; I was probably thinking nonsense again.

“Is this real?” I asked, confused about what to do. I didn’t know why I kept thinking about this man. I thought these past five years would have erased him from my head for good.

“What do you think?” He asked with a charming smile, winking at me.

I couldn’t help but frown at him. Memories of our past flooded my mind, bringing back all the pain and hurt he had caused me. I turned away from him, not wanting to relive those

moments.

“What’s the problem, pretty? Don’t you want to dance?” Luke persisted, his hand still outstretched to me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Please pinch me,” I blurted out, my eyes still shut tight.

“Pinch you?” Luke repeated, his tone sounding confused. “Why in the world should I pinch you?”

“Pinch me,” I repeated, opening my eyes to meet his gaze. “I need to make sure this isn’t a dream.”

“Instead of pinching you, I’d rather stick my fingers in your ass.” Luke teased.

And yeah, this wasn’t some silly imagination of mine.

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I gave him an unserious look. “You’d rather stick your fingers in my ass?” I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think I’ve done that before.” He gave me a mocking smile.

“Okay, that’s it!” I spoke up, my voice laced with irritation. “You can go get yourself another lady. Dance with her, and when the two of you are done, you can stick your good–for–nothing fingers in her ass.”

Luke gave me an incredulous look, clearly taken aback by my outburst. “Wow, I see Canada has changed you a lot.”

“No! That’s where you’re mistaking,” I retorted without hesitation. “You’re the one who changed me.”

in disbelief. “Oh, come on now; by the time you left, you were a soft

actions had to make me bitter!”

or not?” He tried to change the topic, but his hand still extended towards

don’t want to dance. I’ve made it clear to you before. You can go find yourself another

and turned around, surveying the people as they danced

seem to find anybody. Most of the ladies here are middle–aged women.

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out, and he gave me a

would you

That was definitely why you never

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this

an eyebrow. “I’m just giving you a brief summary of

I look like a wicked man to you?”

you look like a wicked man to me?” I repeated his question in a mocking, tone. “Luke, do you want me to start

marriage for money, knowing fully well that I had someone else in

“I don’t really

sigh. “Why am

feeling guilty.”

say?” He asked

like you didn’t hear me. I’m not going to repeat myself.” I directed my

anyway?” Luke gestured towards Andre, who was still engrossed in

clear to you: we

he said

this question, making

he your boyfriend?” Luke arched an eyebrow. He seemed eager to

even have senses,” I muttered, wrapping my arm around Andre’s neck before taking a look at Luke once

at Andre, Luke furrowed his brows. I could see the bewilderment in his

how he was

at that moment.

“I was

met Luke’s, and he quickly shook hands with him. “Luke Reynold, it’s an

even knows who you are,” I said

because I’m famous.” Luke tried

“Don’t make me laugh, sir; you just don’t have brains to recognize

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