HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 132

Chapter one hundred and thirty two

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I was already halfway out the door when I remembered the dinner. I stopped and called Felix over before he could get into

the car.

“Call Bianca.” I said, straightening my cuff. “Remind her about tonight and tell her I’ll send you to pick her up in two hours

“Got it,” he said, already pulling out his phone as I walked past him toward the car. By the time my driver pulled out of the gate, I could hear Felix already talking to her on the phone. When he hung up. I glanced at him. “How did she sound?”

“Calm,” he said, shrugging like it was nothing. “Sounded fine to me.”

“Okay,” I said, and left it at that, even though something in me wanted to ask more questions.

I spent the whole ride to the meeting trying not to think about her and failing woefully. The image of her hands flat against my chest, holding me back like I was now someone to be afraid of, kept replaying in my head no matter how many times tried to push it away.

Maybe I was too much last night, maybe I pushed a little too far, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I hadn’t done anything that deserved that kind of reaction from her.

I mean, I could have any woman I wanted, and I hadn’t so much as looked twice at another one since Bianca walked into my life, so why did it feel like she was punishing me for wanting to be close to her.

The meeting itself turned out easier than I expected. The numbers lined up well, the board members who mattered were already leaning in the direction I wanted, and by the time we wrapped up, the decision on the new project had practically made itself. I shook hands, said what needed to be said, and left before anyone could pull me into small talk I had no patience for.

From there I drove straight to the venue. I got there early enough that I had my pick of where to sit, so I chose a table close enough to the stage to be seen, but positioned in a way that gave me a clear view of the entrance. I wanted to see her the moment she walked in.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from Felix saying they had arrived. I stood up and walked slowly toward the entrance, and that was when my eyes landed on her.

Oh My God! She was in a deep emerald green gown that clung to her body in a way that should be illegal, the fabric catching the light every time she moved. Her hair fell in curls past her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep red that made it impossible to look anywhere else once you noticed them. She walked in like she had no idea how beautiful she looked. which somehow made it worse, made it harder to breathe normally.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed, I caught at least three men near the entrance turning their heads as she passed, their eyes dragging over her which made me frown as I stood up from where I was sitting but I had to remind myself to keep my face calm as I walked toward her.

“Good evening.” I said once we were close enough, keeping my voice even though everything in me wanted to pull her into my side and make it very clear to every man in that hall who she belonged to.

“Good evening,” she mumbled back, not meeting my eyes.

I reached for her hand anyway, and she let me take it, and we walked into the hall together like nothing had happened between us the night before.

The event started not long after with a short welcome speech, and I stood beside her through most of it, though my attention kept drifting away from the stage and back to her, stealing quick glances as much as I could get.

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Eventually people started pulling me into different conversations, and to avoid being called rude, I let myself get pulled along, greeting the men I recognized from other events, exchanging the usual pleasantries,

When I looked back at her a few minutes later, she had moved closer to a woman she seemed to know, someone from her workplace judging by how easily they were laughing together.

My phone buzzed a while later, “going to the restroom,” the message from her. I typed back a quick okay and looked up in time to watch her walking off toward the hallway, before I turned back to whoever I had been talking to.

It wasn’t long after that when my father’s friend cornered me over something as ridiculous as a pen. He insisted his was better than the one I had, some limited edition thing he got from Switzerland, and before I knew it I was walking him out to his car so he could show me, and then all the way to mine so I could grab it and prove my own point.

It was a whole unnecessary back and forth that ate up more time than I meant it to, and by the time I said my goodbyes and walked back inside, I realized how long I had actually been gone.

I scanned the hall for Bianca but couldn’t find her anywhere. Not by the drinks table, not near the group she had been with earlier, not anywhere close to where I had left her. I pulled out my phone, about to send her a message, when a voice stopped me.

“Hi Mr Delacroix.”

I turned to find one of the hosts standing there, smiling up at me and I greeted her back, and what should have been a quick exchange turned into an actual conversation, about sponsors and next year’s event and things I honestly couldn’t care less about at that moment.

I kept nodding along, trying to look interested, my eyes drifting past her shoulder every few seconds, searching the room.

Finally I saw Bianca, she was standing near the far wall, talking to a man I didn’t recognize, smiling at something he said.

My chest tightened at the sight, and I really tried to stay present in the conversation I was still part of, but I couldn’t, my mind had already left.

“Please excuse me,” I said, cutting the host off mid sentence without much care for how it sounded, and I walked quickly through the crowd toward Bianca.

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