Chapter 10: Intense Party, Cold Departure

"Okay, Phill, and you look...quite elegant. Since the first day I saw you at the club, I thought you were elegant," she confessed to him. However, on second thought, she considered that compliment might lead Phill to believe she was interested. Nervously biting her lip, she noticed Phill closely observing her face and assumed he thought she was attracted to him.

"Thank you, Ellen. Would you like a drink?" he asked. She agreed. He turned away briefly, gently stroking Ellen's hand, before going to the table to fetch a drink. The young woman crossed her arms due to the cold. Ellen rubbed her arms for warmth and gazed at the black sky. She contemplated calling it a night as she felt she had already stayed too long.

The music ceased, and Paul turned to his date. "Thanks for the dance, kitten. I have to go now; see you later." He kissed her cheek and swiftly approached Ellen, who was now alone. Noticing her shivering, he smiled as he approached her.

"Um, what are you doing here alone?" he inquired. Ellen looked startled. Her heart raced, and she mentally scolded herself for feeling that way. "Waiting for your brother; he went to get me a drink," she replied.

The two glanced at the drinks table. Paul raised an eyebrow and commented, "Sure." He noticed Ellen's lips trembling from the cold, so he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. As the warmth gradually spread to her back and arms, Ellen appreciated his gesture. His inviting scent, both strong and wild, engulfed her, creating a perfect combination.

Turning to face her, Paul said, "You look like you're about to freeze. You're welcome." Her face flushed. His unexpected kindness caught her off guard; it didn't quite fit his usual demeanor, she thought. Nevertheless, she wouldn't reveal her thoughts.

He had nearly kissed another girl, after all. Without meeting his gaze, she dryly uttered, "Thank you, Paul." Her attention shifted to Phill, who arrived with the drinks. Ellen extended her hand to take one and took a sip, feeling her throat dry.

"Hey, Phill, are you enjoying the party?" Paul inquired, his gaze fixed on his brother. "Well, it's not bad. This is the first time I've actually enjoyed something like this," Phill confessed to his brother, who nodded in agreement.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Ellen observed the two brothers. She took another sip and interjected, breaking the tension. "Well, thank you both for the dance and for keeping me company. However, it's getting late, quite chilly, and I think I'll head back to my apartment. You guys can continue enjoying the evening."

As she finished her drink, she smiled faintly. Unexpectedly, the twins spoke in unison, "We'll take you."

The twins exchanged glances, and Ellen sensed the tension heightening. She nodded and said, "So, let's go..." Starting to walk, she found Paul on one side and Phill on the other. Ellen sent a text to her friend Sarah: "Hey, girlfriend, heading back to the apartment. Have fun with Goruz. Sending a kiss."

As the three of them reached the apartment block, they waited for the elevator. Impatience radiated from Ellen as she looked around, eager to return home. Her phone rang, displaying her friend's name. She answered in a hushed tone, "Hey, what's up?"

"Are you really leaving, friend?" "Yes, I am. Have a great time there, alright?"

"I was just coming to find you. I wanted to dance with you and Goruz."

A sly tone in her friend's voice made Ellen smile. She glanced at the twins, who occasionally glanced back at her.

"Enjoy yourself, girlfriend. I'm tired and sleepy. See you tomorrow, okay? We'll catch up in the morning. Sending a kiss."

They exchanged goodbyes, and the elevator doors opened. The trio stepped inside and pressed their respective floor buttons. Ellen tapped her heels impatiently on the floor, prompting a smile from Paul, who leaned in closer to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Startled by his proximity and warmth, Ellen's body tingled. She turned her head to find Paul dangerously close, blinking rapidly. Her cheeks burned; he was just too intense.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" she responded, turning away. Paul grinned. The elevator halted at Ellen's floor. As she approached the doors, the twins chimed in, "Good evening, Ellen."

Facing them, she forced a smile. Walking towards her apartment, she muttered to herself, "That night was too crazy. This Paul guy will owe me for what he did. He went too far."

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