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"What?" I asked flabbergasted.

Brenda burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the shock value of her revelation. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I turned to Mira, who was already watching me with a stern expression. Her eyes conveyed a silent warning: don't go anywhere near Clyde tonight. I nodded subtly, understanding the unspoken message.

We stepped out into the night air, Clyde was waiting by the car, his dark attire making him almost invisible in the shadows. But his presence was palpable, like a magnetic force drawing me in. His black button-down shirt was undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest, and his piercing eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light. He exuded a feline grace, like a panther stalking its prey, and his gorgeous features made him a vision of masculine beauty. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, my senses heightened by the subtle hint of danger and excitement that lurked beneath his captivating smile.

As we approached him, Clyde's gaze was fixed on Brenda, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that made my heart ache. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, without even acknowledging my presence. I felt a pang of hurt and invisibility, like a sudden sting to my soul.

Brenda playfully tapped him on the arm, trying to include me in the conversation. "What about Soma? Doesn't she look gorgeous?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

But Clyde's response was curt, his smile tight and forced. "Of course," he muttered, still refusing to meet my eyes. The omission felt like a slap, leaving me feeling seen but not truly acknowledged.

Clyde opened the back seat door, and we slid in, waiting in silence for him to start the engine. The air was thick with tension as we set off, the only sound being Brenda's enthusiastic chatter, which only seemed to accentuate the awkwardness. I felt like an outsider, trapped in a uncomfortable silence, while Brenda's attempts to fill the void with conversation only made me feel more like an afterthought. The drive was suffocating, the silence between Clyde and me a heavy, unspoken weight.

As we pulled into the Kuban Hotel, I couldn't wait to escape the suffocating tension. The moment the car stopped, I flung open the door and stepped out, not bothering to wait for the both of them. I wasn't about to be a third wheel, watching Clyde's obvious fascination with Brenda. I strode away, leaving them to their own devices, my heels clicking on the pavement.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, who pissed my beautiful date off?" Kelvin asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as I approached him. I couldn't help but notice that my heels gave me a slight height advantage over him.

"I'm not mad," I said, trying to sound convincing.

Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly unbuying it. "Right," he drawled, his tone dripping with skepticism.

"I'm okay," I insisted, trying to sound casual.

"Okay," he repeated, his voice laced with doubt.

I sighed, realizing my attempts at nonchalance were failing miserably. "Wait, is it obvious that I'm pissed?" I asked, my frustration getting the better of me.

Kelvin's response was a simple, yet devastatingly accurate, "Mmhmm."

I let out a sigh and took a deep breath, trying to shift the focus away from my own frustration. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask how your visit went," I said, genuinely interested.

But Kelvin's expression turned serious, and his words hit me like a punch to the gut. "I caught her cheating with another guy."

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a surge of anger on his behalf. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, Kelvin," I exclaimed, my voice laced with outrage. That girl is a complete and utter bitch, I thought, my indignation boiling over.

"I got you right!" Kelvin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he struggled to contain his laughter.

"You asshole!" I retorted, playfully whacking him with my handbag as he tried to dodge out of the way. We were both giggling uncontrollably, enjoying the lighthearted banter, when our laughter was suddenly interrupted.

Brenda's cheerful voice cut through the air, "Hey Kelvin!"

But the atmosphere immediately shifted as Clyde's eyes darkened, his gaze flashing with a violent intensity, though his face remained eerily calm. I recognized the warning signs - the clenched jaw, the cold calculation in his eyes - and knew he was seething with anger.

Kelvin nodded curtly, his eyes flicking to Clyde before returning to Brenda. "Brenda."

The tension was palpable as Brenda naively suggested, "Well, let's go in," seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing beside her.

As we strolled into the hotel, I slipped my arm through Kelvin's, our bodies swaying in sync as we walked ahead of Brenda and Clyde. A mischievous impulse took hold, and I exaggerated the sway of my hips, my steps becoming a sultry, deliberate dance.

The sound of a sharp intake of breath from behind me was music to my ears, and I couldn't help but smile to myself as Brenda asked, "Clyde, are you okay?" - her voice laced with concern.

Take that, you son of a bitch, I thought, my mind seething with anger and hurt as I walked ahead, arm in arm with Kelvin. I was furious with Clyde for playing me, for playing Brenda, for toying with our emotions like we were pawns in his game. But beneath my indignation, I loathed myself for still craving him, for still desiring him with every fiber of my being. No matter how much I insulted him in my mind, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, the truth remained - I wanted him, so bad. I wanted to him to fuck the daylights out of me. And that knowledge only fueled my self-loathing and anger.

We followed an usher inside, the grand hall unfolded before us like a lavish tapestry. The elegant decorations sparkled and shone, casting a warm glow over the sea of familiar faces - our course mates and their guests, all gathered together in celebration. We were led to a cozy, intimate table, a circular haven where the four of us would share the evening together. The usher's discreet gesture invited us to take our seats, and as we settled in, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped us.

As the MC grabbed the mic, the party officially kicked off, and I made a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with Clyde - a feat easier said than done! I was determined to keep my gaze elsewhere, and so far, I was succeeding admirably... or so I thought!

Just as I savored the taste of my drink, Kelvin's whispered question in my ear made me spit it out in shock - "Does Brenda's boyfriend like you?"

I coughed, my eyes watering, as Kelvin's hand came to my rescue, gently patting my bare back to calm me down. But my relief was short-lived, as I glanced over to see Clyde's eyes fixed on Kelvin's hand, his gaze blazing with a possessive intensity that made my heart race. He looked like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Brenda was sipping on her drink, looking a little worse for wear, as Kelvin continued to whisper in my ear. "This was what I wanted to ask you that day at dinner. He's been giving me the death stare since day one like he wants to strangle me. Even when I met him for the first time." Kelvin continued.

"Now you're the one being delusional." I managed to tell him.

"He has been eye fucking you since we sat down here."

"Kelvin!" I exclaimed, throwing up my hands in frustration. "Excuse me," I muttered, pushing back my chair to escape the tension. I made my way to the bathroom, seeking a moment of refuge.

I stood in front of the sink, taking deep breaths and washing my hands, I felt a sudden jolt. The door burst open, and Clyde stood before me, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He looked like a man possessed, his gaze devouring me whole.

He grasped my neck, his fingers wrapping around me like a vice, and pulled me into a fierce kiss. The door slammed shut behind us, and he pressed me against the wall, his lips devouring mine with a hunger that left me breathless.

"What were you thinking shaking that booty in front of me? You wanted to provoke me?" He grabbed my ass squeezing it while trailing kisses along my neck. I threw my head back giving him more access.

"I've been trying so hard not to look at you because I was afraid I would make a fool of myself. Afraid I would tear this dress off of your body."

I moaned as he slipped his hand into my low neckline grabbing my boobs in his hand. His words making me feel hot and bothered.

He bent his head and his mouth enveloped my nipples, sucking the both of them one after the other. I moaned aching against him.

He lifted my dress up and his fingers found it's way into my pussy. I was moist, I felt so turned on. Clyde's bulge was pressed against me.

His eyes were dark and I saw pure desire in them. His hands trembled slightly and he tried to unbuckled his belt.

"Fuck!" He cussed. I helped him unbuckle, his dick stood free.

He grabbed me and bent me over...

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