And somehow, I did. Chrys moved with the same confidence he applied to everything, making it easy to follow his rhythm. His eyes never left mine, creating an intimate bubble around us despite the crowded room.
“See? You’re a natural,” he said softly, pulling me closer. His fingers traced small circles against the small of my back, sending pleasant shivers up my body.
“Where did you learn to dance?” I asked.
“It was part of my curriculum at my boarding school in Switzerland.”
I was about to respond when a flash of crimson caught my eye over Chrys’s shoulder. My body tensed instantly.
Katalina had arrived, cutting through the crowd.So much for being on bed rest.Her scarlet dress clung to her body like a second skin, drawing appreciative glances from nearby men.
But it wasn’t her appearance that alarmed me. It was the determined path my mother was taking toward her.
“My mother,” I whispered urgently, already pulling away from his embrace. “I need to stop her before she creates a scene.”
I had barely taken three steps when the lights suddenly dimmed. The orchestra faltered, notes trailing into silence as darkness enveloped the room. Confused murmurs rippled through the crowd.
A projector hummed to life, casting a brilliant rectangle of light onto the main wall. My steps faltered.
“What’s happening?” I whispered as Chrys materialized at my back, his arms wrapping around me.
“The plan,” he replied simply, his eyes fixed on the screen where two naked figures appeared, entangled.
Recognition dawned with horrifying clarity. There was zero doubt as to what was happening.
The room gasped. So did I.
The woman kneeled before the man and he shoved his penis into her mouth. When the camera’s angle shifted, Katalina’s face came into unmistakable focus.
The audio was muffled and distorted, but I was sure I heard Kat’s voice insisting, “Come on my tits! Do it!”
I cringed, fighting the urge to look away from the intimate display. But I couldn’t tear my gaze from the screen.
Chrys’s fingers interlaced with mine, his thumb stroking reassuringly across my knuckles as we beheld the scene unfolding. The man complied with Kat’s demand, while she responded with moans. Mercifully, the screen went black, and the lights returned.
The entire crowd seemed suspended in time. I turned to Chrys, but his attention was fixed on Katalina, who stood frozen like a marble statue, her face drained of all color, hands suspended before her mouth in horror.
Then she broke, emitting a shrill, primal wail. She spun and staggered toward the exit, her perfect poise shattered as she teetered precariously on her stilettos.
Her mother followed, already dissolving into tears, while her father’s face contorted with rage. “Whoever did this, I’m going to sue them! They’ll never be able to show their face in Greece again!”
Even after they vanished, the silence held for several heartbeats before voices swelled, everyone eagerly dissecting what had just become the undisputed highlight of the evening.
“Oh my God.”
Chrys shrugged, his expression coolly satisfied. “I needed to get her out of our lives for good. She’s caused way too much damage.”
Conflicting emotions battled within me. Relief that Katalina’s torment might finally end warred with moral outrage. “You violated a woman’s privacy, exposing her in a very intimate moment,” I stammered. “How could you?”
The orchestra tentatively resumed playing, the melody incongruously cheerful. Chrys leaned forward, kissing me.
“It was a warning, aggelé mou. I don’t play about you. Katalina knows now that when she goes low, I’ll go straight to the underworld.”
He lifted his head, his eyes piercing as they locked with mine. Something primitive and possessive lurked in their depths as he pulled me closer, guiding me toward the exit.
“Where are we going?”
“You owe me seven days’ worth of pussy. I want to get reimbursed ASAP.”
