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Sebastian cupped Caitlin’s face and kissed her hard on the lips, boldly showing their affection in front of everyone.
The single guys started hooting and jeering around them, the atmosphere turning wildly festive.
Yates, never one to miss a dramatic beat, added fuel to the fire by throwing in an exaggerated heartbroken expression as they kissed–like a lover being tragically torn away. His Oscar–worthy reaction had the whole room cracking up.
When Sebastian finally let go, Caitlin’s cheeks were flushed red. Their eyes met, filled with deep affection.
“Even I’m starting to get jealous,” Benjamin said with a sigh.
“Don’t you have your little Pudding?” Nolan asked with a smirk. “What’s going on with that?”
“Not great. She’s ignoring me.”
Benjamin sighed again. Just thinking about Wendy gave him a headache. He had no idea how to fix things between them.
“No way. Don’t tell me that chubby girl turned you down? Seriously?”
Nolan laughed like he was enjoying Benjamin’s misery. In his eyes, another brother had fallen–hard. So many gorgeous women out there, and Benjamin had to go fall for her. And now the girl didn’t even want him? Not just heartbreaking–humiliating.
“Who said that? I’m not even into her like that. If she’s ignoring me, that’s her loss. I’m not exactly lacking in women, you know.”
Benjamin refused to admit he’d been rejected. He was still clinging to his pride and bruised ego.
“Man, that’s just pride talking. You’re gonna suffer for it,” Nolan said, shaking his head. “You’ll never win her over if you don’t swallow your pride.”
The room was buzzing with laughter and music. The party was in full swing when the door to the private room opened—and Wendy stepped inside.
“Wendy! You finally made it!” Caitlin stood up excitedly and pulled her into the room.
Wendy hesitated when she saw the group–especially Benjamin–and immediately turned to leave.
“Come on, you’re already here. Sing a song before you go!”
Caitlin had deliberately invited Wendy to give Benjamin a chance to redeem himself.
As soon as Wendy walked in, Benjamin sat up straight, put down his drink, and locked his intense gaze on her.
Caitlin led Wendy to the sofa, seating her right next to Benjamin. If he didn’t take this chance, Caitlin would never forgive him.
Wendy could feel Benjamin’s eyes on her. She glanced over, and their eyes met.
“What, you’re too busy to meet up with me, but Caitlin calls and suddenly you’ve got time?” he asked, his tone slightly bitter.
She’d said she was busy when he invited her out, but now she was here the moment Caitlin asked?
“Caitlin’s my best friend. If she asks, I’d walk through a storm to show up. Other people… not so much.”
Wendy didn’t even try to hide her double standard. Deal with it.
Benjamin took a deep breath. There wasn’t much he could say—he had no leverage here.
Why was it that when it came to Wendy, he seemed to lose every ounce of his charm?
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“Sebastian, Caitlin! Let’s drink!” Yates called out, lifting a glass toward them.
“I’m off alcohol,” Sebastian declined immediately.
“Come on, just one! This is a toast from the heart!”
Yates was sincerely grateful. Every drop in the glass carried his respect, but Sebastian was firm–his wife was right beside him, and he needed to stay in
control.
Caitlin didn’t want Sebastian drinking either, but refusing Yates might come off rude. So, she stepped up instead.
“He really has quit drinking. I’ll drink for him.”
She downed her own glass–and then finished Sebastian’s as well.
Sebastian looked at her, bewildered. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Weren’t you the one telling me not to drink? Now you’re downing two What if you get drunk?”
Caitlin smirked, her lips brushing his ear. “If I get drunk, aren’t you here to take care of me?”
With Sebastian by her side, she had nothing to fear. Even if she got tipsy, he’d take her home safe. She wanted him to experience how it felt when the person you loved drank a little too much.
Tonight, Caitlin was letting loose. She clinked glasses, drank with friends, pulled Wendy into singing and dancing with her.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the vibe, but the usually cool and elegant Caitlin lit up the room with a fiery, magnetic energy.
Her moves were hypnotic, her dance alluring–every man in the room was blushing and unable to look away.
Who would’ve guessed Caitlin could dance like that?
Wendy’s dancing wasn’t bad either. She’d slimmed down quite a bit recently, and her movements were surprisingly nimble.
The two women sang and danced with full confidence, pushing the party into a frenzy.
Sebastian was starting to lose it. He kept yelling at the others, “That’s my wife! Eyes off! I’m serious–don’t look!”
He didn’t want any other guy seeing Caitlin like this. That side of het? It was for him only.
“Relax! We’re appreciating respectfully. No one’s trying to steal your wife!” Nolan laughed, applauding with the rest
He nudged Benjamin. “Dude, your little Pudding can move! If she keeps trimming down, she’s gonna knock guys
Benjamin felt the same way Sebastian did–he suddenly regretted letting her dance in front of all these guys.
After the performance, Caitlin returned to Sebastian’s side and kept drinking with the group.
“ Caitlin, you’re drunk. That’s enough, ” Sebastian said gently.
Then he turned to the others. “My wife’s had enough for tonight. No more toasts .”
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Caitlin finished her dance.
d left and right.”
Caitlin was already leaning against his shoulder, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat. She felt safer than she had in years.
It was the first time she’d truly let go and indulged herself. All because Sebastian was there. With him , there was no fear.
When Wendy returned to her seat, Benjamin leaned in close and muttered, “ No more dancing like that again. You hear me?”
“ I wasn’t stripping. What’s it to you?” Wendy snapped back without missing a beat .
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Benjamin was left speechless. What right did he have to tell her what to do?
This girl was getting bolder by the day.
Sebastian didn’t let Caitlin drink anymore. When the party ended, he wrapped an arm around her and said goodnight to everyone before taking her
away.
He helped her into the car. The convoy rolled out.
“Let’s go home,” he said gently, letting her rest on his shoulder.
Caitlin, tipsy and flushed, wrapped her soft arms around him, her voice laced with playful seduction.
“I don’t want to go home.”
Now tell him–who could possibly resist that?
Sebastian’s breath grew heavier. He lowered his head, his voice low and rough, “Not going home? Then where do you want to go?”
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