[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 49: Enjoying yourself?

Ash’s pov ;

My feet were rooted to the spot on the stage, my body tensed with nerves. The bright lights shone down on me, blinding me momentarily, and the thumping music reverberated in my ears. I could feel every pair of eyes in the audience watching me, including Elijah’s.

Ryder stepped up beside me, placing his hand gently on my waist and pulling me closer to him. "Don’t be nervous," he whispered reassuringly. "Just follow my lead."

He began to move gracefully, swaying to the rhythm of the music. I tried my best to imitate his movements, but I felt awkward and clumsy. It was obvious that I had no idea what I was doing.

"Loosen up a bit," Ryder chuckled in my ear. "You look like a stiff board."

I playfully hit him on the shoulder with the hand that was resting there. "Shut up. I’m trying."

He laughed again. "Try harder."

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to relax and let myself go with the music. But my movements still felt rigid and unnatural, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being completely out of place on that stage.

I stole a glance at Elijah, my heart suddenly racing as our eyes met. His intense stare was fixed on me, his expression unreadable. Beside him was the lady he had been talking to earlier, their bodies swaying together in the dance. But his gaze never left me, and mine stayed locked onto his. fгeewebnovёl.com

His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through me, and I couldn’t tear my own away. I felt frozen in place, completely captivated by his intensity. My heart pounded madly in my chest, and a strange fluttery feeling started to twist in my stomach.

As the song picked up pace, Ryder and I matched our movements accordingly. But then I felt a sudden jolt as his hand slipped a bit lower on my back.

"R-Ryder," I gasped, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oops, sorry about that," he mumbled sheepishly, stealing a quick glance at Elijah. I followed his gaze and saw Elijah glaring at us with pure fury in his eyes. His jaw was clenched tightly and his nostrils flared with anger.

"I think my little plan is working," Ryder chuckled, flashing Elijah an innocent smile that only seemed to enrage him more. But I’d appreciate it if I don’t lose my face,"

"What?" I asked nervously.

As soon as those words left my lips, I could feel the tension crackling in the air. The icy stare from Elijah was enough to send chills down my spine. It was like being trapped in a cage with a predator eyeing its prey. A scowl tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying the amusement I felt.

"W-What are you talking about? How can he be jealous?" I stuttered, feeling my cheeks flush with heat under his intense gaze.

But even as I tried to deny it, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Elijah and Ryder’s eyes followed mine. There was something possessive and almost feral in the way he looked at me. It sent shivers down my spine.

"You can see it yourself. Just take a look at him. The poor girl who’s dancing with him doesn’t even exist in his eyes," Ryder chuckled, his voice low and husky.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, despite the unease and fear bubbling up inside of me. His stare was all-consuming and overwhelming, making it hard for me to focus on anything else - even my own breathing. But as much as I wanted to ignore it and focus on the dance, I couldn’t fight off the burning sensation in my chest.

Elijah’s jealousy was noticeable and it was clear that I was the cause of it. And all of a sudden, I found myself wanting nothing more than to make him even more jealous.

"I think you’ve succeeded in pissing him off, Ryder," I whispered.

"Of course, I did. My charm is irresistible," he boasted himself proudly.

"Shut up. You’re making me want to vomit," I retorted.

"You’re so mean," he faked a pout.

"I’m not," I snorted.

We fell silent, and Ryder deliberately pulled me closer. My heart skipped a beat when our chests touched. I watched as Elijah’s eye twitched at that.

"I’ll let you go. He looks like he’s about to explode," he whispered into my ear. "Let’s not tease him too much. We have to stay alive."

When the music changed and we changed partners, my new dance partner rested his hands on my waist. My eyes immediately averted to find Elijah. His jaw was still tight, his eyes following my every move. And I could make out his jealous face, it sent a strange rush of satisfaction through me, mingled with nervousness.

I’m beginning to enjoy this game, despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach. I slipped my hands around my partner’s neck, drawing him closer. We made polite conversation, though my focus was entirely on Elijah. I wanted him to see me, to feel a fraction of the turmoil I felt every time I saw him with someone else.

The man’s hand moved lower, just a bit, and I let it. I laughed at something he said, leaning in as if sharing an intimate secret. My eyes never left Elijah. I saw his fists clench, the barely restrained anger in his eyes.

A twisted sense of pleasure surged through me. For once I was making him feel something other than indifference. But a part of me was scared. What if I pushed him too far? What if this backfired?

The man’s hand moved again, grazing my lower back, and I arched an eyebrow at Elijah. His body tensed as if ready to storm over.

Good. Let him see. Let him feel what it’s like to watch from the sidelines.

I continued to talk to my dance partner, though I was barely hearing his words. My mind was solely concentrated on Elijah, on the simmering jealousy in his eyes. I wanted to push him further just to see how far I could go before he snapped.

But the nervousness never left. As the music changed once more, my current dance partner reluctantly let me go. His hands slipped from my waist, and I turned to find my next partner.

However, my breath caught in my throat as I found myself face-to-face with none other than Elijah. And my god, was he fuming?

Before I could react, his strong arms wrapped around me, ending the painful space between us. My heart thumped in my chest, and the nervousness I’d been trying to suppress surged back. His grip was firm, almost rough, and the possessiveness in his hold made my head spin.

But I loved it.

His jealous face was so hot.

"Enjoying yourself?" He whispered in my face.