Someone called my name.
Shifting my gaze from Fiona, I was welcomed by a pair of dancing, mischievous eyes. They were the ones I was so familiar with, and they reminded me of quite a number of unpleasant experiences.
Aurora.
Chapter Five
Fiona
Seeing someone you’ve only seen in pictures in real life threw me off. The lady in front of us had her blonde hair in curls. They cascaded down her shoulders like waves. Her lips were painted red, and she wore a black gown.
Her smile revealed a perfect set of teeth, and she seemed to be aware of how her teeth affect people because she smiled the entire time she stood in front of Christian. It was easy to see why she was so full of herself. If I looked like Aurora Williams did, I absolutely would be full of myself.
“What are you doing here?” Christian moved closer to her.
“What a beautiful coincidence! I’m so glad to see you tonight.” She flashed another perfect smile.
“Aurora, I’m being serious. What are you doing here?” Christian was visibly wrenching the words out of his mouth.
“It’s an art show,” Aurora said and took a step forward. She was all up in his personal space, but Christian didn’t even flinch. Not even when she put a finger to his cheek and poked him. “I’m here to see art.”
She concluded the delivery with a wink. I’d have clapped if she wasn’t getting too close to Christian in a manner that unsettled me, and if Christian didn’t look like the entire interaction was stressing him out.
“Knock it off,” Christian said, and took a step backward, away from her.
Aurora scoffed at this. She folded her arms on her chest and pouted. “I want to talk to you. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time now.”
Her voice came out whinny when she spoke. You really had to give it to her. Since being seductive didn’t work out, she switched to being cute.
“Aurora-”
“Privately.” She gave a wicked smile and spared me a look. It reminded Christian that I was still there and made me completely aware of my spectator role.
“I’ll be right back.” Christian turned to face me and quickly followed her. They walked out of view. Well, Allison would be hearing all about this when I got home. I needed to figure out a way to tell it to her without making it sound like I was jealous of how Christian was quick to follow after her.
I felt abandoned.
I didn’t have anything to do, so I turned my attention to the art piece we were looking at before perfectly put together, Aurora showed up and stole my companion away from me.
Pretending I didn’t care was a lot harder than not caring. Over and over, I reminded myself that Christian could take care of himself, but then I recalled his yelling. Maybe he needed me to save him from Aurora.
And as a PA intending to keep my employer happy, I needed to do my very best to do my job. I went off in search of them.
“Are you even listening to yourself right now?” I heard Christian’s voice as I stepped into the garden.
If it was their intention to have a private conversation, they were not very subtle about it. If anyone was in the garden, they’d have heard everything.
“At some point, Aurora,” Christian was still going, “you’re going to need to stop being delusional and start living your real life. I don’t love you.”
It couldn’t be any clearer than that. I got right into their view, “Your attention is needed, sir.”
When Aurora grimaced, I emphatically added, “right away.”
“Who exactly are you? Who exactly is she, Christian?”
“I’m his friend,” I was quick to say.
“Huh?” She seemed to disbelieve me, but I liked it.
“That’s enough.” Christian intervened, pulling me away.
The party had not even begun to thin out when we left. Christian spotted Phoebe amidst a group of CEO wives and chair ladies while he dragged me along so he could impatiently say goodbye.
The drive back was quiet. I anxiously bit my nails, thinking I might have overreacted earlier due to my personal feelings. The unending hiss of the air conditioning wasn’t able to put me at ease, and I just prayed we got to our destination on time so we could go our different ways.
When I glanced at Christian, his gaze was fixed straight ahead, and he didn’t look as uncomfortable as I was.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed the bottle of water next to him and gulped down a good quantity, and that was when I realized he was truly uncomfortable but was only trying to keep it in.
Next thing, he dangerously swerved right off the highway, and the car stopped.
He sighed, resting his head on the wheel. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
He looked at me for the first time since we left the party.
“I should be the one to say sorry.” I countered.
“Well, that was my ex.” He anxiously tapped his finger on the wheel.
