Prologue
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"Am I going there with you as your date or what?" Diane asks expectantly as she works on her laptop.
"My date of course"! Michael replied before joining her on the large bed.
" I was only asking because you didn't ask me to, you only said we would go to the event." Diane continues to murmur feeling unsatisfied that he didn't directly ask her to be his date.
"Okay, Beautiful Lady, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to an event tomorrow as my date?." Michael asked in a dramatic manner, earning a smile from her.
"Yes sir, I will be crazy not to" She replied in the same manner throwing him in a fit of laughter.
" Enough with that work tonight, wrap it up and let's sleep" Michael stifled a yawn.
"Just give me a minute" Diane chuckled at the sleepy man that was pouting at her like a baby.
Few minutes later she switched off her laptop and called it night before snuggling beside her boyfriend.
The act has become a habit rather than a ritual, they both can barely spend a night without each other.
"Goodnight baby". Michael whispered softly into her hair as sleep consumed both of them.
Diane hummed in response with her eyes closed.
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Michael had difficulties keeping his eyes on the road as he drove them to the party.
He had passively asked his girlfriend to look beautiful but he knew he didn't have to because she always looks beautiful but tonight she left him dumbfounded.
" You shouldn't have driven us tonight if you knew you would be staring at me half of the time" Diane said in an amused voice while trying to keep a straight face.
She really loves it when he reacts to her like this, she is the type of lady that is always buried in work and pantsuits but tonight she is his girlfriend despite the event being work related.
"You are to blame for that ,why are you so gorgeous?" Michael fakes being shocked to amuse her.
"Is it a crime to look beautiful?, where as you asked me to." Diane shifted the blame on him and he gladly accepted being guilty of the offense.
The event turned out to be out of Diane's imagination, she had thought they were here for work but nothing like that was happening.
The extravagantly decorated hall that accommodates up to a hundred people boomed with laughter and people hanging around each other enjoying themselves.
There were a few familiar faces but not people she was fond of.
She chose not to mingle or greet anyone and instead followed Michael around as he greeted friends and business associates.
And she really hated it, she loved it when she was familiar with people she was meeting.
"Hi, nice to meet you here tonight Michael" A middle aged man with a princely smile shook Michael's outstretched hand and nodded at Diane with courtesy before they moved on and talked lengthily about work.
Diane pays little attention to their conversation as she studies the people around with the littlest interest.
Her eyes lingered shortly on a man that was standing with a man and a woman not far from them and looked not to be interested in what they were saying.
The moment he sensed her gaze he stared right back catching her off guard, his eyes sent a cold wave through her body.
"See you later, Michael" The departing princely man's voice brought Diane's attention back to her boyfriend.
The whole event was short of what Diane would describe as fun but she enjoyed it except that towards the ending of the ceremony Michael was acting strange.
"Wait for me in the car" Micheal said to a disgruntled Diane before rushing back into the hall they just left.
Nevertheless she did as he asked her to, she walked slowly to their car to wait for him.
While waiting for Micheal she saw the princely man that chatted with Micheal earlier in the party opened a car door for the man that caught her staring at him.
She became a little curious about his identity, he looks young even younger than the princely man.
Their car pulled out of the parking lot, leaving her curiosity at its highest level, she will definitely find more about him later.
Micheal came back later, looking happy in a strange way and Diane couldn't help but think that something was awfully wrong with him.
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