Chapter 76 - Call Dibs On Her (1/2)

Music Recommendation- You Don't Own Me by grace - no rap extended version.

Marcel would have stopped her.

If he had any faintest idea she could wreck this kind of havoc with just her body, he would have figured out Victor's plan in the first place and stopped them.

She was like a wildfire that couldn't be tamed and would spread till everything in its path was destroyed.

Marcel couldn't take his eyes off Arianna. He was like a man bewitched by a witch even when the female company by his side did everything possible to get his focus back on her.

He gave her just one glance and she scurried away like a fox with its tail on fire. Sometimes he didn't need words to portray his intention and the lady had seen enough of the threat in his eyes. Fortunately, she understood her body's instinct for flight and escaped while she still had the time.

As soon as she was gone, Marcel's grave look went back to Arianna who was now dancing on the stage without a care - for him. His blood pulsed with anger and he couldn't tell if it was because of her dressing or the fact every other male was staring at what was supposed to be his.

His? Marcel snorted at that useless thought again. Everything will be over, come tomorrow.

But his eyes couldn't stray away from her body, following every one of her movements; the sensual move of her hips, and every twist and whine she made.

It made his groin swell especially with the little clothing she was wearing and he had no doubt that every male in this room had the same thought. And that made him angry, very, very, angry.

He was the one who first called dibs on Arianna, no one else! They had to know that! Yet Marcel couldn't take a step forward knowing that would be the end of him. He would lose his head over her and he had to prove to his people he was in control. Arianna was not the one holding the reins here. It was him!

And then she made that drop - and his heart almost dropped with her. For a moment there, Marcel imagined a scenario where her hand slips off the metal, and she falls to her ass or braces her body with her hands only for the bones there to crack under the impact.

He winced at the imaginary sound of her bones cracking and his body jerked forward, as if heading to the stage to catch her from falling. But before he could even take a step, Arianna made a perfect drop and he released a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. She would be the death of him

The rhythm pulsed with heavy bass that he could feel to his bones and Marcel knew she intentionally chose that song. She was sending a message to him. Sadly, she wanted the one thing he couldn't give her.

He might not have noticed at first but it was clear to him now that Arianna's Fate was sealed the moment they met. There was no changing it.

Marcel felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and he turned to see that it was Victor that was resting his arm on him while he held a drink in his other grasp.

Victor whistled and turned to meet his gaze, ”She's amazing, isn't she?”

Marcel growled at him, ”I'll kill you after this,”