It's been a few days since that weird moment in the mall between Beau and me. I never got to find out what Beau was doing in the jewelry store that day since I haven't heard from or seen him since then, and I'm grateful for that. Mainly because I'm not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry whenever I saw him, but now I don't know how to feel. I am still hurt by what he did, but I am not as hurt as I was a few months before he came back into my life. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters. For one reason, specifically. Beau doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, and the fact that my stupid body loves it is not a good thing. But my sex dreams have lessened a little lately, which is good. My shower head and hot water have had some time off these past few days at least, so thumbs up for me.

I blow out a breath and try to push Beau out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room before walking downstairs to join my dad. One of his associates is having a party tonight and he's bringing me along. I am wearing a sleeveless, nude, tulle gown with shiny handmade embroideries. There's a slit down the side, exposing my legs. My thighs clench together as I remember what happened the last time I wore a dress like this.

Dad and I walk outside once the car is ready. I thank God as we drive to the party because the chances of seeing Beau tonight are low. It's bad enough that the mere thought of what happened the last time I dressed like this makes me hot. I can't even imagine what would happen if I saw Beau after I told him I wouldn't ever dress like this. He would make me never want to break my promise again, and I can bet he would do it in way that I would hate to admit I enjoyed.

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Dad and I walk into the ballroom with our arms linked. Smiling, I make small talk with some of dad's associates and some of mine as well. I try not to drink too much wine as I attempt to survive the night, but it's difficult. I don't mind coming to these parties as much as I used to when I was younger. Some of the elites are actually nice to talk to, but others can be a pain in the ass.

Excusing myself from the small group I've been standing with, I walk over to the restroom. Only an hour into the party and I already feel the urge to pee. That's what drinking a lot of wine will do.

After leaving the restroom, I find a secluded place to sit alone for a while before going back to the group. My legs are killing me. I take off my heels and rest my feet on the chair across from me. If any of those high society ladies see me,I can bet they will make me never want to take off my shoes at a party again. Closing my eyes, I massage my shoulders and fall back into the chair. I am already exhausted, and we only just got here. I wonder how I'll feel by the time we get home.

My eyes snap open when I feel someone's hands on my legs. And then they widen once I see who's touching me. Beau lifts my leg off the chair and sits down. What is he doing here? I try to pull my leg away from him, but his hold is firm.

"Release my leg." I can't believe he's here. But a tiny part of me is happy to see him after so long.

"How are you?" He asks, kissing my ankle. A shiver runs down my spine as his soft lips touch my skin. I ignore the feelings of pleasure it brings and try once again to pull away.

"I don't have time to play games; let go of me." Leaning over, I try to pull my leg out of his hand.

"No," Beau says, moving forward. The next thing I know, my nose is touching his. Beau pulls me closer to him using my leg, which is exposed and bent due to our closeness. "You wore a revealing dress after you promised you wouldn't," he says, using his fingertips to touch my thighs. I swallow the lump that forms in my throat as everywhere he touches begins to feel hot.

"I'll wear whatever I like," I say, holding eye contact with him. Lust is already swimming in his eyes as his fingers play with my skin. I hope he can't tell that I feel it, too.

"Is that so, Cher?" He whispers into my ear as his hand reaches my waist.

"Yes," I rasp out, causing Beau to smirk.

"I need to teach you a lesson for defying me," Beau says, and in an instant, my leg drops down. He puts his other hand on my waist and lifts me off my chair. Landing perfectly on him, my eyes widen once I feel him against me. "Yes, darlin', you are the reason for it. And tonight, you are going to satisfy it." He holds me down, hunger in his eyes.

"I'll do no such thing," I say, resisting the urge to grind my hips against him. My already wet pussy is pressed against his hard length, and I find myself wanting to pull it out so he can fill me up to the hilt and make all my dreams a reality.

"Oh, you will, and you are going to enjoy it." Beau buries his head in my neck and places a kiss on my shoulder. My eyes close as he begins to grind against me. A moan escapes my lips, but Beau spanks my ass hard the second it does.

"Don't moan out, darlin'," he says, putting his hand under my dress and caressing my stinging ass. "You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?" he asks, kissing my neck before burying his head in my chest. I shake my head as pleasure surges through my body.

"Good girl." He begins to grind my hips faster against his hard length. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Beau pulls my breast out of my dress and begins to suck. I wrap my hands around his neck as my pussy trembles. I have never wanted Beau to fuck me as much as I do right now. It's taking everything in me not to rip him out of his pants. But I can't do that, unfortunately. It's risky enough that I'm dry humping him in a public place. I don't want to make the situation worse.

Biting my lip hard as another moan threatens to come out, I use my hand to cover my mouth as Beau increases his pace. What kind of punishment is this? My mouth wants the whole world to know what Beau is doing to me, but the moment I let them know, the amazing pleasure he is bringing to my body would stop. I have never been more turned on in my life than I am right now.

"Are you close, mon amour?" Beau asks as he rains kisses down on my neck.

"Yes, I'm almost there," I pant as my breast slaps Beau's face.

"Cum for me, Cher. I want you to cum for me." He nibbles a sensitive spot on my neck.

I bury my head in Beau's neck as a loud moan almost rips out of me. My legs vibrate as I cum. He continues to grind me against him for a few more seconds before releasing a satisfied groan into my breast.

"I'll ask again, how are you doing, darlin'?" Beau asks as his chest rises and falls.

"Take a guess," I rasp, rolling my eyes at him, and he smiles.

Beau lifts me off him and places me back on my chair. He fetches his phone out of his pocket and calls someone. As I'm fixing myself, I hear him telling the person on the phone to get him new pants. I look at the ones he's wearing and bite my lip as I see the small wet patch on it. My juices have ruined his pants. There is no way he can walk away from here like this. I feel a little guilty. But I'm also going to take the opportunity to get away while he's distracted. Now that I've gotten the release, I've been craving for all these weeks, shame is making its way into my mind. Putting on my shoes, I quietly stand up. But the second my ass leaves the chair, Beau grabs my hand. I turn and face him as a fake smile graces my features.

"Where are you going?" he asks, putting his phone away.

"Back to the party." I answer, pulling my hand away and avoiding eye contact.

"Why does it feel like you don't want to be around me right now?"

"Why would you think that?" I play with my fingers, his eyes watching my every movement. Beau doesn't understand that I need to be away from him right now. The more I stand here, the more I think about what we just did, and the shame I feel continues to eat at me.

"No reason," he says, letting the subject drop. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing; why do you ask?"

"I need to speak to you about something important. Would you be able to have dinner with me?"

"What do you want to speak to me about?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"I feel it's best if I wait until tomorrow."

My head tilts as I consider my options. "Hmm, I'll think about it."

"Thank you." He pecks my cheeks, and I shoot a glare at him. He chuckles and rubs his finger on the bridge of my nose. "You look so cute when you try to act angry with me," he says with a smile.

"Stop kissing me," I mutter, wiping my cheeks.

"Never, mon amour," he says, pecking my lips before walking to the men's restroom.

I shake my head as a sigh slips out. Walking back to the party, I wonder what Beau wants to talk about tomorrow. I have this dreadful feeling that I am not going to like it, and that scares me.