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I smile at him sweetly before twisting on my heel to head towards the bathroom.

I push through the sea of people who are standing near the bathroom, and spot Will talking seductively to an older but very attractive woman in the corner of the room.

I shake my head venturing forwards until I reach the women’s bathroom.

The bathroom is buzzing with women touching up their makeup or perfume. They leave quickly after that, and I’m all alone in there.

My reflection is strange.

I don’t look like myself tonight but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.

Deep breaths, Mireya.

I run my hand through my hair as I head towards the sink to wash my hands when I hear the door being pushed open.

When I look up in the mirror, I see him behind me.

Damien.

He steps closer towards me, caging me there with both his arms. “How is it going?” He asks, eyes searching my face for anything unpleasant or to see if I’m withholding something from him.

I shrug my shoulders before answering, “As well as expected I suppose.” I look at the door before glancing back at him. “You shouldn’t be in here, Damien…”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he says, crowding me. I didn’t realize what he was doing until my back hit the sink. “Is this allowed? Feeling sick when I see him smiling too long when he looks at you?”

Jealousy?

“Don’t do that…”

“Doing what? Letting you flirt with a man who wants to take you back to his room because you have to do it for a stupid exercise?”

“You shouldn't even talk to me tonight and you know that.”

“Do I look like I care, Miss Vitelli?”

“You set boundaries and you’re almost crossing them, Mister Caldwell.”

I watch something flash in his eyes.

“Boundaries are always crossed when it comes to you Mireya,” he whispers as his hand tightens on the sink. “I’m trying my hardest not to kill him when he touches you.”

“Why is that,” I say curiously.

“Because I hate the way he looks at you like you're his tonight,” he says between gritted teeth and it startles me a bit.

“That shouldn’t even be a problem,” I whisper.

“Would you like seeing me touching a woman’s arm and smiling like I’m thinking about fucking her?”

I feel a strange sensation in my body, warmth mixed with anger, like the image of this alone is already making me mad. “No…”

“Exactly. So if he touches you again or does anything inappropriately I will kill him.”

“Not if I kill him first,” I say, leaving him standing there alone before walking back out.

I pretend to sound out of breath when I get back to the small table I was at. Marc is sitting down now, his hand resting near our freshly ordered drinks.

“Is everything okay?” He asks as he looks at my slightly flustered face.