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doesn’t know that, he'd believe | was leaving for Gregg’s.

After stepping out, Marco was on his phone but his eyes widened as he took a sight of me, then he put a sound

of disbelief as he slowly brought down hid phone, his eyes on my body. He let out a choked sound as his eyes

roamed my body.

“Wow.” He whispered and | grinned, feeling glad because of the reaction | was able to pull from him. He closed

the small distance between us and then his hands were mapping up my waist, his eyes dragging over my body

again.

“You like?” | asked and he hooted before nodding.

“Of course. You look hot.” He complimentedand | grinned and thanked me, then he was helpinginto the

passenger seat of his car.

“But why did you tellyou hated outfits like this the last t| was in something revealing?” | asked right

after he slid into the driver seat. He let out a sigh, his eyes briefly locking with mine for a moment before he

spoke while pulling into the road at the stime.

“Well, | don’t know, | guess | just had this image ofin your head, from back when we dated in the past, |

guess. You didn’t used to dress like this back then, so | guess unconsciously it made seeing you like this feel

wrong and out of place.” He revealed in a quiet voice and | felt shocked to my bones because I had thought of

this that twhen he talked about not likingin revealing clothes, but listening to him confirming that

thought was quite daunting.

“I- and hope you don’t think that way anymore, right?” | mumbled after a few moments snd he nodded, sneaking

a glance my way before continuing.

“Oh

yes. | guess you can say | reflected a little sdays ago. You're completely different from you in the past and

that’s okay. It just tooka long tto accept.” He revealed and | nodded, unsure of what to say next.

“I'm glad you ended up accepting.” | tell him and be snorted, a small laugh escaping him as he spoke. “Of

course, it’s not like | have any other choice.” He drawled and that madelaugh a little, feeling light headed

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and happy in this very moment.”

“You've proven tocountless times that you're completely different from you in the past. From how you speak

and carry yourself to a lot of things. But it does makemad at the thought of having another man’s eyes on

you in revealing dresses like the one you have on right now, but I guess if your girlfriend is hot, you should

happily show her off.”

| felt my insides flutter a little as his words washed over me, and | wished we weren't driving so that | could kiss

him right now cause this conversation is just perfect was also remindingof why I fell in love with him in the

first place.

It didn’t take us much longer to arrive at the birthday party. The amount of luxurious cars surrounding the

parking lot toldall that | needed to know, it’s a party filled with elites and | feel glad that at least | wasn’t

underdressed tonight.

“Ready?” Marco murmured as he glanced over atand | nodded firmly.

“Yup,”

After that, he led the way into the large hall, his holding mine. The hall was so large and so glamorous and |

wasn't sure I've ever been in a hall like this before. Everything was so pretty and the people filing around were

undoubtedly dressed to kill. Although it wasn’t as bubbling as I'd expect. No one was dancing, everyone was just

speaking in groups while sipping on different types of drinks. A slight sound of chill music could be heard in the

background. It wasn’t a danceable sound and | wondered if this was how all rich people parties are.

“It looks fun, doesn’t it?” Marco sighed besidewhile | scoffed, unable to hide my tongue as | spoke. “It looks

boring. No one is dancing, it feels quite boring to be honest. Are all rich parties like this?” | asked and Marco let

out an unimpressed huff as he regarded me.

“It’s not boring, it’s just sophisticated. You're just not used to this.” He explained, but even though I believed he

was wrong, | didn’t bother pointing it out. A birthday is supposed to be rowdy and fun, that’s the essence of it, to

have fun and make it memorable.

At that moment, Marco pointed over at the end of the room where a man stood tall and proud, a bunch of

women pressing themselves against him as they all spoke to him.

“Let's go wish my cousin a happy birthday,”

“Did

you get him a present?” | asked and Marco shook his head then he swore when | leveled him with an

unimpressed look.

“What? Was | supposed to?”

| let out a sigh of disbelief, refusing the urge to face palm myself right now. “Of course you were!”

| pointed towards a table at the other end of the room which was overflowing with gift boxes. “See? So many

people got him gifts. You were supposed to,”

He frowned. “I thought... well, he has everything so what do | even wanna gift him anyway.” He sighed while |

shook my head. “A gift is a nice gesture that makes the one receiving feels cherished, it doesn’t matter what it

is, what's important is the thought behind it and the gesture.” | pointed out and huffed before saying he'd do

better next year.

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When we resumed walking forward, we were in front of the cousin. He was so handsand he had eyes that

looked so much like Marco.

“Happy birthday, man.” Marco hugged him and they clapped each other over the back, then the man was

shaking my hand and offeringa smile,

“This is the girlfriend, right?” The cousin named Elvis drawled at Marco who grinned and nodded.

“I'm Addison. It’s nice to meet you and happy birthday.” | tell him as he kissed my hand, then nd was looking

back at Marco.

“Is this the one you tolddated your asshole brother just to get to you?” He murmured and my eyebrows

furrowed while Marco's eyes widened. Was that what Marco has been telling everyone?

| looked over at Marco, prepared to ask him what his cousin meant by that statement when a deep, familiar voice

drawled from behind us.

“This asshole brother is wishing you a happy birthday, Elvis.”

| instantly stiffened as the deep voice washed over me, the familiar feeling thickening within me. My heartbeat

accelerated and my stomach clenched tightly.

It was him, wasn't it?

Elvis looked over at who just spoke from above our shoulders, then he was gulping, an uneasy expression

settling over his face.

“Ah... hello, Zane.” He breathed out, voice sounding tense and choked and the world instantly spinned around

me. Marco turned to take a glance but | remained in the sposition, feeling like | couldn't move.

What was he doing here right now?

“Zane.” Marco bit out, while footsteps echoed then someone was stepping around us to stand before Elvis. And it

was Zane, in all his dominating glory. He towered over Elvis like he did over Marco, and | didn’t miss the

uneasiness over Elvis's face as he regarded Zane skeptically.

“Hope I'm not too late to the party,” Zane drawled in a cool voice, then he handed a wrapped present to Elvis

who accepted it with slightly shaking hands, makingfrown in confusion.

Was Elvis afraid of Zane?

“You're here.” Elvis finally noted in a calm voice and Zane laughed easily, the sound going straight to my cock

while my heart jumped around in my chest.

“Of course | am. | wouldn't miss this for the world, dear cousin.” Zane drawled, then he turned around and took

in Marco and myself and | felt my face grow heated from embarrassment just as what we did yesterday instantly

flooded my mind.

“Why are you here? I'm sure no one invited you here,” Marco snapped at a grinning Zane who waved him off.

“I don’t need an invitation to be wherever | wanna be, so far | believe my presence is there to offer support to

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the celebrant. You should know that by now, dear brother.” He drawled and Marco's clearly fumed in anger. Zane

had clearly been referring to Marco’s wedding which Zane had attended without an invite.

“You should leave, you're making the celebrant uncomfortable.” Marco snapped again while Zane arched a brow,

then he stepped beside Elvis and draped a hand across his shoulder. Elvis instantly stiffened while Zane grinned.

“See? Does this look like ‘uncomfortable’ to you? We could even pass off as great friends right now. Don’t you

agree, Elvis?” Zane said to Elvis who nodded fast, making my brows furrowed in confusion. Elvis was clearly

uncomfortable but was saying otherwise when this was his freaking party unless it was that he was really scared

of Zane. But why? Did Zane threaten him or something?

“Whatever.” Marco bit out, just as Zane’s gaze settled on my body, makinginstantly stiffen, my heart flying

into my throat.

“What do you think, Addison? Does he look uncomfortable?” His eyes bored into mine as he spoke and I had to

use all my willpower to not glance away right now.

Before | could even respond, Marco was stepping between us, his hand settling over my waist which he used to

tuginto his side.

“Don’t speak to her.” He snapped sharply at Zane who only let out a snort, which made my face flush beet red

cause if only Marco knew how much we've done behind his back.

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