"Why am I even at this party full of high class citizens besides it's not like we had… sex more than once…" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What did you say?" the voice interrupted sharply.
"Ugh! Sorry for disturbing you," I bowed, about to leave, but the person grabbed my wrist.
"Seems you don't remember me again…"
"Ohhh, it's you… Mike! Finally, I can talk to someone I understand," I smiled, relieved.
"Yh, of course it's me. How have you been? Are you related to the Smiths? I kinda saw you with them," he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded.
"Not really, though," I smiled.
After a few seconds, he led me to a table, and we started talking, catching up on time lost.
"Are you enjoying your stay here? Just to be sure, you seem like a student, right?" he asked.
"Hmmm," I nodded and took a sip of my drink.
"Really?" he pressed.
"Yh, I'm a third-year student. Don't ask why I'm here… because I don't really know either," I chuckled, and we both laughed.
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Just then, someone took the stage and addressed the crowd.
"And now, we invite the host of today's event… Mr. Charles Smith!"
Everyone clapped. Charles walked confidently to the stage.
"Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming tonight. I'm humbled to see you all here. As you know, this party is being held for my brother, who is returning home, and also to celebrate the succession of our new project. Please welcome my brother… Damien!"
The moment I heard his name, I didn't bother to look up. My stomach churned with disgust.
"Who is she… she must really be close to him to be held like that," some people murmured nearby.
I wasn't paying attention until someone muttered the name "Jessica." I finally looked up and saw a gorgeous lady standing next to Damien on stage.
"Who is she?" I asked, almost to myself.
"She's Jessica, Damien's fiancée," Mike answered calmly.
"Jessica?" I repeated, incredulous.
"Yh. I heard she came just for the party and seems to have been with him for years now," he explained.
"Ohhh… but I thought he was gay?" I asked, my mind spinning.
"Well, yeah… but that part, I don't quite understand either," he said with a small smile.
Hearing that, my thoughts went foggy, and my head felt heavy.
"Are you okay, Aiden?" Mike asked, tapping my shoulder.
"Yh… I'm fine, nothing's wrong… but please excuse me. I need some fresh air," I muttered.
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I walked out of the hall to the balcony, while Damien continued welcoming guests inside. I leaned on the railing, my mind a blank.
"Why am I worrying about something meaningless? Why am I bothered by it? It's not like I'm into him… Yuck! I can never be into someone like him," I muttered to myself, reaching for my cup—only to find it empty.
Just then, a stranger approached and handed me a glass of wine. I instinctively rejected it, but Mike appeared beside me and offered a new drink, which I accepted.
"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," he asked.
"I was out here," I replied.
"Do you know that man?" he inquired.
"No, of course not," I said.
"Okay then, let's leave here and stroll to the garden for some fresh air. The moon is out so bright," he suggested.
It sounded like a good idea, a chance to clear my thoughts, so I agreed with him.
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