45. Threesome with Angels

**45. Threesome with Angels**

“Touch me!”

I tell Cason and he stares at me with a furrowed brow as if I blew his circuit.

“I beg your pardon?” He asks me in a refined British accent.

I roll my eyes at the gay son and almost hit him with my pregnant belly.

“Pull me in your arms right now.” I clench my teeth, making sure my lips are not readable.

My eyes shift to Ceasar for a second, only to confirm he is watching. Cason notices the aim of my gaze and an evil smirk crosses his lips.

“Sorry, love. I cannot embrace my brother’s wife in front of hundreds of people. It is a shameful thing and I believe people would take it in a wrong sense.”

I squint my eyes as the grin on his lips widen, like he is playing a game of cat and mouse, except he is a cat in disguise, pretending to be the mouse.

“Fine.. If you won’t touch me, I’ll go find someone els-“

Strong arms drape around me and I gasp as I get pulled towards a hard body. My heart races wildly as a low, intimate whisper echoes in my ear.

“How about you ask me nicely, and I’ll touch you in ways you have never experienced before?”

I gaze into those piercing grey eyes and I fist my fingers so they don’t go choke his neck. As much as I want to lash on him, I remind myself that he is the only guy that could turn Ceasar into a charcoal with jealous.

“Cason, will you please touch me?” I grit my teeth as I watch his grin grow.

An expression of satisfaction washes over his features, like he had a threesome with angels. “Didn’t I tell you before..” Cason sneers as he leans down towards me with his wolfish face and taunts, “It was only a matter of time until you beg for my touch, darling.”

I glare into those arrogant eyes which gleams of victory. The flames of jealous gradually turn into fire of anger as I realize that unknowingly, I let him win.

“Are you happy now, BigDaddy?” I mock him with a sarcastic smile and he lets out a chuckle.

“Come. Let’s dance.” Cason utter smugly, taking my hand and leading me to the center of the hall, right beneath the resplendent chandelier. From my peripheral view, I notice Ceasar glaring at us, as I stand in the arms of his brother.

Even though it is a fake marriage, I couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in my heart every time I look at Ceasar.

“Hold me tight.”

Cason whispers in my ear and it took everything in me to not to roll my eyes. His palm presses flat against my back, radiating a searing warmth as he pulls me intimately close to him.

With his one touch,

He makes me feel so grand.

It’s like being hugged,

By a Yeti’s right hand.

Once again my eyes drift towards the crowd and find hundreds of eyes gazing back at us, including a set of sharp grey ones that reek of menace.

“If you want to make him jealous, my room is not far away.”

I feel a hot breath on my ear and I turn to look at the voice’s owner.

“And you can ride me with all your vengeance and make a history by taking the ultimate revenge.” Cason whispers in his devilish voice.

“Seriously?’’ I look at him blankly.

*Will he ever stop trying to get in between my legs?*

“Yes. Though I don’t give control to ladies, I’ll break my rule for you.” He winks at me and for a second I thought he is the most handsome man I have ever seen from this close.

I shake my head and look away, but suddenly my nails dig into the soft fabric of his suit as he walts me in the air without any warning.

“Cason!” I gasp, holding on to his shoulders tightly and he teases playfully. “I like the way you moaned my name.”

This time I roll my eyes while he takes control of the dance, leading me with confident and dominating moves.

“I don’t know if anyone mentioned to you tonight, but you look like a phoenix who just walked out of the fire. Flaming and sizzling hot.”

My eyes meet the darkest of greys and they stare into me with an intensity that warms my insides. Nobody has ever complimented me in this way that my blood would heat up, causing me to blush from inside.

*But let’s not forget he is a bitch!*

“You don’t look bad yourself.” I tell him, staring down at his chest, “Just you are missing a shirt.” I chuckle mocking at him.

“It’s fashion, baby.” Cason comments as dips me low and my hands instinctively grip on to his shoulders for support. My fingers feel the divine softness of his suit, which is probably as expensive as my kidneys.

“I can’t believe I am dancing with the mysterious BigDaddy pornstar.” I chuckle to myself and he narrows his eyes at me.

“Does it turn you on?” He asks, pulling me back onto my feet. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as I find him funnier than seducing.

Hundreds of eyes flashes at us, but we don’t care and dance like this night will never come again.

“Why? I don’t get it. I mean you are incredibly rich, and belong to a power family, then why you are doing this?”

“Passion and my fans.” Cason replies. His body moves like an oiled machine, every muscle flexing and rippling with music.

“Oh! Does Ceasar know?” I flutter my fake lashes at him and I hear his jaw clench.

“No.”

“Your parents?”

“No.”

Unknowingly, a smile spreads on my lips as I get a hold of his weakness. A fragile vulnerability that has the potential of causing damages like a dynamite.

“What if they found out about your business?” I bite my lips and ask him playfully.

In an instance, the flirtatious Cason I know evaporates, leaving an edged face which hardens with each passing second.

His grip on my waist tightens and he pulls me in close, his face only inches away from mine. And with a threatening note, he whispers in my ear..

“If you ever breathe a word of this to my brother or parents..“ He warns, “I’ll expose your fake marriage plot to the whole world.”

My eyes widen in disbelief as I stare at him shockingly. “Are you blackmailing me?”

Cason releases his grip on my waist and bows slightly, signaling the end of the dance. He takes my hand and brings my knuckles to his lips, planting a soft gentlemanly kiss before saying,

“No. I am blackmailing you.” He says simply, then walks away, leaving me stunned in shock.