Chapter 4: Held The Power
It could be her illusion, but she felt his tone mocking when he called Oriana, his mother. Olivia flinched. How she wished, she could continue dancing with this leecher instead.
"Aah!" The man took a step back. "Then I must excuse myself first." The man turned right and found another girl to continue dancing. Olivia stood there, controlling her breath and the fear in her eyes.
"You are not going to turn around?" The teasing voice was full of mockery. Olivia held her breath and turned, her eyes met his frosty eyes and he raised a brow. As if asking what happened to her?
"My sister is not calling me. Is she?" her sister would never send Damon to call her.
"Follow me." He did not accept or reject her words. He started walking away slowly, leaving Olivia stunned. Had he called her to meet in private before?
Clenching her fingers into a fist, she followed him. He took two glasses of wine from the tray and then walked to an empty table.
She sat beside him, where he had placed the second glass. The first glass was still in his hands. Suddenly Olivia felt like every eye in the room was on them.
She waited for him to speak, the silence gnawing at her heart. But he did not. He enjoyed the glass of wine as if that was all to it, to her company, to this silence. When he finished the glass, he stood up and left.
Only then did Olivia realize she was holding her breath all this time. Her face was red when he left.