WE WERE GREETED by chaotic and deadlights of various colors inside the pavilion. As I've expected, a lot of people were here. I can almost smell the wine mixing in the air.
"Ugh." I closed my eyes when I was hit on the arm by the elbows while some were dancing to the music.
"You alright?" I felt his arm hugged me. Rexon mumbled something under his breath while his big warm arm hugging me.
"Be careful," he whispered.
All of my body hair seems to have grown. It was also unusual for me to embrace him behind his back. He should be the one I protect. I must be the one doing that to him.
Before I could lose myself, he released me and gripped my palm tightly. He pulled me out from the crowd, and I could do nothing but give in.
We were greeted by some staff who immediately ushered us into the dressing room, where Jeff and Feli were already there.
I noticed that they were stunned as they looked down at our entwined hands.
I quickly pulled my hand away from him and walked out to distract myself with something else.
I saw Jeff talked to him and whispered something. I don't know what they were talking about, but Rex's frown face didn't look good.
"Dude, you better talk about that later!" Skye tapped both their shoulders.
I first glanced at Rexon's back as he left the room. We also went out to watch the group's performance. We chose a table that was not too crowded for the four of us.
Like before, the crowd admired and screamed because of his singing skills. Although it is not new to me, it seems to take me to the cloud.
"Cheers!" Mayla raised the glass of brandy. Even though I didn't want to drink, they still forced me to say it was only once.
I felt my eyes roll because of three consecutive cheers. Add to that the dim lights and the screams of the people accompanying the song. I turned my gaze to Rexon, who was now sitting in a highchair while holding a guitar. I couldn't help but watch him singing.
His graceful move and his smile shone like a star after dark. It feels like time stopped, and I can't do anything but stare and admire him. I'll admit that I still get those stupid butterflies in my stomach.
I couldn't help but notice the details of his body. The color of his skin contrasted nicely with the neon lights' reflection. With a strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones, he has a beautiful face.
"Hey, are you still there? You know, you can almost convince us that you're already in love with Rexon!" Porsche patted my arm.
I quickly adjusted to my seat and cleared my throat. I also turned my gaze in the other direction and drank the wine in my glass.
"Confirmed!" they screamed and twitched a smile.
I swallowed the wine straight down to my throat. Even if I wanted to protest, I'm sure they wouldn't believe me either.
"Here they goes . . ." Porsche rolled her eyes to the fans who approached the Logistic. I followed the crowd of women who greeted him as he came down the stage.
Candice was the one I saw speaking with Rexon.
"The undefeated fangirl of the year! The poor Candice!" Feli's said while shaking her head.
"Do you know her?" I asked, not taking my eyes off them. Candice gave Rexon a huge hug and a small kiss on the cheek.
"Of course! She's the president of the Logistic fans club," said Feli.
I simply nodded without moving my gaze away from them. Then Rexon went up to a table where his admirers were waiting with banners.
"Girl, you should be there with Rexon because that's your job, right?" Porsche woke me up and raised her lips.
"Porsche was right. I'll go take my baby Skye away from those flirty girls!" Feli replied, getting up and walking ahead of me.
I straightened my back at what she said. She's right. I should be there to stop them in case they harass Rexon. That's what he told me earlier, so even if I felt dizzy, I still managed to stand up.
"Go, girl, you can do this!" They cheered for me, so even though my steps were off, I continued walking. I took the dancers away to reach the corner of the Pavilion, where Rexon was now in trouble.
I saw some marshal guarding in the distance, but that's not enough to keep him away from the fans.
My steps were big, and I almost collided with other people. I've taken other fans away as well.
"Oh, wait, miss! That hurts!" A fan growled at me. I ignored her. Instead, I went straight in the direction where Rexon was.
"Rex!" I called him, and he stopped signing some albums brought by the fans.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I parted with everyone who quickly stepped aside from me.
"Hey, who are you, huh?!" said a woman who glared at me.
I first looked at Rexon, who was next to me and seemed surprised at what I did, before answering.
"I'm his personal assistant! Stay away a little, guys!" I told them.
"Tss. Don't you see? We are having a meeting right now." It was Candice who raised an eyebrow at me.
I couldn't answer, so I huddled next to Rexon, who was laughing.
"We would like to invite you to the anniversary of the fans club," I heard Candice said to Rexon.
"Alright. Just tell me when," Rexon replied.
"Thank you, Rex!" Some fans almost jumped at his answer. Even Candice couldn't help but clasp her two hands in joy.
I raised my eyebrows at what I saw. She hugged Rexon, and she kissed him on the cheeks again.
"Hey, that's a foul!" I pulled her arms away from Rexon.
"What the hell is your problem, huh?!" She pushed me. Because of the alcohol consumption, I quickly fell to the floor.
"Candice, enough!" Rexon stopped her.
"I'm sorry, Rex," Candice said, holding his hand again.
"It's okay. I'm sorry for her behavior," he apologized.
I was not able to recover immediately due to a debilitating illness. I endured the pain for a moment before standing up. That's when Rexon looked at me, and at that point, I knew he was angry at what I had done.
***
"Who told you to do that, huh?!" he shouted after closing the door loudly. We were now back in our suite.
"I'm just doing my job. That's what you want, isn't it?" I answered.
"Yes, but I didn't tell you to yard me!" His voice was loud and strong.
I breathed in before speaking.
"In that case, what do you want me to do? I'll just let your fangirls accompany you? And kissed you anytime they want?" I returned in a high voice.
"Let them be! I don't see anything wrong with what they did, knowing that marshals were there!" He was starting to raise his voice, so I gathered my lips. "Look, I don't tolerate this kind of behavior. I don't want this to happen again!" he added. Again, I did not answer.
"I thought you were different, but I was wrong." His words have lace of dagger. He stabbed into my heart, and I could not move. What does it mean? I do not understand.
He had already started to walk out of the suite, so I quickly followed him. But before he could finally get out, he turned to me again, so I stopped.
"Your work is done tonight. Do whatever you want and I can do whatever I want. Is that clear?!" he said out loud.
I could do nothing but nod. I didn't even try to get up and follow him since I knew I'd just hurt myself if I forced myself to return to the Pavilion.