Chapter 4
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I nudged Trevor lightly. "Honey, I want that one."
Without a moment's hesitation, Trevor raised his paddle and claimed it with a jaw-dropping bid of 40 million dollars. The gavel fell, sealing the deal.
Across the room, Cassidy's face turned an unflattering shade of green. She could only stand there, helpless, as Trevor removed the pink diamond from my neck and replaced it with the resplendent Fortune Star.
He studied the way the ruby gleamed against my skin and nodded approvingly. "Not bad."
Feigning shyness, I nestled into his chest, completing the picture of a devoted wife.
When the auction finally concluded, Trevor excused himself to use the restroom. Barely had he stepped away when Cassidy darted after him like a moth drawn to a flame.
Ah, the games are about to begin, I thought, smirking as I sipped my wine. Rising from my seat, I trailed behind her, my curiosity piqued.
Hidden in the shadowy hallway, I watched as Cassidy, disheveled and desperate, threw herself onto Trevor. Her voice quivered with a pitiful sob. "Trevor, I've missed you so much," she whimpered. "I know I was wrong. I promise I won't say anything foolish again."
As her painted lips inched closer to his, Trevor's hand shot out, pulling her away with an icy calm. "Cassidy, I don't care for women who've been touched by others."
Her pleas grew more frantic. "No! I haven't let Lance touch me! I only came here with him so I could see you again!"
Trevor's indifference was unshaken, but Cassidy was nothing if not determined. She tugged down the straps of her dress, baring herself without a shred of shame. "If you don't believe me, look for yourself."
Trevor's gaze flickered over her, cool and detached, though his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. The scent of her perfume wafted through the air, as cloying as her intentions.
He adjusted his collar and said, "Wait for me at home."
Relief washed over Cassidy's face, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. Boldly, she stepped closer, her breath warm and suggestive. "I'll be waiting," she murmured. "I've got something new you're sure to like."
I had seen enough. Quietly retreating, I pulled out my phone and dialed Trevor. "Honey, where are you? I think I'm lost," I said, letting a note of distress creep into my voice.
On the other end, Trevor abruptly shoved Cassidy aside. His voice softened as he replied, "Mia, I'm on my way. Stay where you are."
He hung up without so much as a glance at Cassidy, who stood there stunned, her fury evident as she hastily redressed and followed behind.
Trevor found me after a few turns, and I rushed into his arms like a damsel rescued from peril. "Honey, I'm so tired. Can we go home?" I asked, my voice sweet and weary.
He ruffled my hair, his smile indulgent. "Of course."
It was then I feigned surprise, turning to Cassidy with wide-eyed innocence. "Ms. Sharp, you're here too? Did you get lost, just like me?" My gaze darted around. "Where's Lance? Should we call him to help you?"
The suggestion struck like a dagger, though my face radiated nothing but concern. After all, wasn't she supposed to be the devoted companion of the very man whose wife had summoned him home earlier that evening?
Trevor played along, though he said nothing about calling Lance. Instead, he chuckled, "Mia, you really do worry too much."
Cassidy had no choice but to mumble, "Lance's busy. I can manage on my own."
Manage what? Waiting for Trevor? I thought, amused. Not a chance.
Feigning persistence, I urged, "But it's so late, and the place is nearly empty. It's not safe for a lady to go home alone. Honey, call Lance, will you?"
Trevor's gaze slid briefly toward Cassidy, whose face drained of all color. He made the call, and I smiled kindly at her as he hung up. "There, all settled. Lance will be here to pick you up soon. We'll be heading out now."
I looped my arm through Trevor's, and together we walked toward the exit. A chilly wind greeted us outside, and I sneezed.
Trevor shrugged off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. "Careful, sweetheart. Don't catch a cold."
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Cassidy lingering in the shadows, her eyes fixed on us like a wounded predator. Smiling to myself, I leaned up and kissed Trevor's cheek. "Thank you, honey. It's so warm."
As we reached our car, a sleek vehicle pulled up behind us—Lance's ride.
