Stella’s Perspective
Bloody Wood Industries, personnel. Both Miguel and her father vociferously summoned her name from behind, their tones reflecting considerable irritation regarding her conduct and her obstinate refusal to wed an unfaithful scoundrel. Recognised that they were both monitoring her throughout the dance floor as well. It appeared they were not finished.
Discovered Mr. Scrumptious gazing directly at her, and exhaled in annoyance, observing his smirk directed towards her. She turned and glanced behind her; indeed, both Miguel and her father were approaching, leaving her in a predicament. What actions should be taken? Who was the lesser of the two malevolent options? At this very moment.
She turned to discover Mr. Scrumptious directly in front of her. “Allow me to assist you, Stella,” he murmured, and she was abruptly whisked away across the dance floor by him. He smiled at her astonished expression, appearing amused; he was an exceptional dancer, never faltering in his steps.
“What is your desire?”She enquired, although she was already aware that he was attempting to extract Brianna’s travel plans from her. Ryder Wood had conveyed this information to her.
Brianna cautioned her that Mr. Scrumptious was the most charismatic of Ryder’s associates, advising her to avoid him lest she unexpectedly end up in his bed.
She had to accompany him, allowing him to lead her across the room as he was effectively rescuing her from an intense debate with her father and Miguel regarding her return home and the prospect of marrying her father’s selection. Not an action she would ever undertake.
She was rotated away from him and subsequently drawn back, her back pressed against his chest, with one of his hands spread across her abdomen. It almost traversed from one side of her to the other; she recognised that his hand was enormous and that he was gripping her tightly against his body as the music ceased. “You are welcome,” he murmured softly in her ear.
“Merely a reprieve,” Stella murmured. She could already perceive her father approaching, disapproval evident on his countenance once more.
“Hmm, father appears discontent.” Mr. Scrumptious whispered in her ear, “Shall we engage in a game?” I will extricate you from this situation, and in return, you will answer some questions, correct?
Stella exhaled deeply, aware of the forthcoming enquiries, and was disinclined to engage in his manipulation.
He gently slid his other hand around her waist, bit her lip, and his touch was light, soft, and undeniably sensual.
“You have approximately 15 seconds to reach a decision.”
He whispered gently into her ear, then kissed it tenderly, compelling her to gaze into his hazel green eyes, astonished by the intimacy and his audacity with a complete stranger amidst the crowd.
He smiled, his eyes sparkling as they descended upon her. She observed his gaze shift to her mouth and instinctively recognised her predicament; her heart rate surged in anticipation of the impending kiss, which she knew was imminent.
“Siennia Evans.” Her father called her name with evident irritation.
My Scrumptious pressed his mouth against hers, his hand gradually ascended the side of her body as he kissed her, his tongue penetrating her mouth, while his hand entwined in her hair to secure her lips to his. Although it was unnecessary, his kiss was warm and profoundly sensual, making it impossible for her to withdraw. She claimed to have heard a faint growl emanate from him as his lips gradually departed from hers. “Oh, Stella.” “I missed you, baby,” he murmured as he gazed into her eyes.
She was aware that her father was positioned directly in front of them and could distinctly sense his glare as he enquired, “Who is this man?” “He is not a guest,” her father articulated, evidently displeased by the situation before him.
She was uncertain how to articulate this to him.
“Have you not yet informed your father about my existence?”Mr. Scrumptious clucked his tongue at her and slightly shook his head before turning to her father. “Mr. Evans, I’m Carlos Patrick of Wood Industries,” he stated, extending his hand towards her father. He stood to his full height, squared his shoulders, yet did not release her, maintaining his hand splayed across her abdomen, keeping her close. She recognised that he was exceptionally tall, measuring at least 6 feet 4 inches compared to her 5 feet 7 inches.
Observed her father frown yet extend his hand to shake the man’s hand, enquiring, “Wood Industries?””
“Indeed, I am Ryder Wood’s second-in-command.”
“I am familiar with him.” Stella observed her father smile as he recognised Carlos’s identity. “Welcome, was it Carlos?”
“I apologise for intruding on your daughter’s wedding,” Mr. Scrumptious stated, “but my little minx neglected to inform me about this family event.” This one is quite audacious.
He was entirely charming, as Brianna had predicted; she was probably in significant trouble.
“Are you her?”Stella perceived her father’s inquiry.
“Nothing.” Stella interrupted, as she could already perceive the ominous dollar signs in her father’s eyes. He contemplated the potential benefits of marrying her to this man solely due to his employment at Wood Industries.
“Darling, I am wounded by that.” Nolan stated, “I travelled from Florida solely to see you,” his tone conveying a hint of hurt. “Now, please inform me about the man with whom you were dancing.” I am an envious individual, as you are aware. Extremely protective of my possessions.
“I do not belong to you,” she murmured, attempting to free herself from his embrace.
His free hand grasped her face, directing her gaze towards him, “The man, Stella.” If he is troubling you, I will ensure his departure.” She began to speak, but he vanished abruptly. She departed and was striding across the ballroom, now aware that she was approaching Miguel, who was observing them.
