Hellish Obsession

"Mr Gay!" A soft grin spread across Ave's face. The combination of a black shirt and a khaki with the chain watch around his wrist and his silky brown hair gave him the look of a perfectionist. She was finally alleviated though she couldn't understand the reason. Something about this man was so magical. He kept pulling her towards him with more power than her mass. Whilst her stomach with so many ticklish feelings, Aldrick turned to her side and his gaze found the guy. "Xavier?"

Xavier who was observing their moves and attending the performance silently from the entrance door with a straight and blank face scoffed suddenly. His cold eyes slid past Ave's shoulder. "What's going on?" His question was meant for the master.

Aldrick tilted his head. "Dance practice, I guess?"

"With you?" Xavier asked. He stepped backwards and moved his hands away from Ave's waist when he finally realized he was still holding her tight against his body.

"I tried to..."

"I am her dance partner, right? I know, I am late. But you could have called someone else and wait for me. Actually, you could have called me. You have my number." Xavier cut his words off, sounded quite stern as if he was so mad.

Ave blinked, could not believe that Mr Gay being such nosy just because of the dance. "Hey, wait. Chill. He was just helping me." She tried to lessen the intensity of the conversation that was filling the room.

"Whatever." He uttered arrogantly and walked past her but before he could leave the dance floor, his hand was grabbed by her. "We need to dance." He heard her say and looked back. "Can't we just skip couple dance?"

She shook her head. "I can't."

He let out a soft sigh and turned to Aldrick. "How to start?"

With a smile, Aldrick entwined their hands together. "First step. You will escort her to the dance floor. She will be standing two steps away. You will pull her close and then push her away. But she will back to you. Let's start." Aldrick guided them with one of his assistants.

Xavier didn't seem to pull her close, so instead Ave did as she was told. Rolling twice, she got herself too close to him. She held her breath when his darkened gaze glided at her. Her heart thumped fast against her chest at a tremendous pace.

Dumbfounded, Xavier swallowed a gulp as Aldrick placed his hands on either side of her hips. "Now, push her away."

He didn't wait a second. He pushed her away and shook his head. It was dangerous. "Now when she will turn around, you will be on bended knee and ask for her hand. She will come back to you and hold your hand." Aldrick responded.

"That doesn't make any sense." Xavier muttered to himself and exhaled a deep breath as he bent his knee on the floor.

"Stand up."

Xavier pulled himself up and his gaze met hers. He couldn't avoid her eyes this time that he had been hiding from for a long time.

"Ave, place your hand on his chest."

Ave placed her hand on his chest and couldn't help but gasped as he closed the distance between them and reached her other hand, entwining it in his. Whilst their intense stares searched for each other's deepest scrutiny, her heart skipped a beat.

"Okay. Done." Aldrick clapped in epitome and the eye contact between them finally broke. Ave stepped back and fanned her hand in front of her face, feeling extremely hot. Xavier cleared his throat, rolling his eyes.

"Now, go to the practice room and practice it together. The room is next to this one. If you need any help, ask my assistant." Aldrick said and looked at Peter. "Harriet and Peter, please come."

Xavier shoved his hands inside the pockets and walked away, leaving Ave behind. Even though he didn't notice, she gave him a death glare and waited for a while to cheer her best friend. "Best of luck." She mouthed when Peter approached the dance floor with Harriet.

"Yeah, really best of luck to me." Peter muttered and sighed deeply. His face downed as he yanked Harriet's hand and pulled her close. Harriet stared at him and a soft sneer unleashed on her face, noticing his annoyance. "You are really not interested in girls?" She whispered.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "I am interested in girls. But I am not interested in you." With that, he pushed her away. "Witch." He mumbled underneath his breath.