IN THE CAGE

94. FLAME PLAYING

NORMAL pov

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Leviathan-for the second time, Fawn was there.

In a place already crowded by people with fragrant intoxicating body scents, Fawn sauntered a step behind Indira. Fawn escorts Indira into a party assembled by Mesa. A special party to entertain Indira who was in the worst mood. 

Several guests approached Indira as she passed through the door, greeting her with her arms wide open. Indira who that night was intent on releasing his stress, stripped of all the courtesy and elegance that he used to show. With all enthusiasm, Indira welcomed every hand that wanted to hold it. Falling in each embrace with a wide laugh full of joy.

Fawn and Joseph who were walking behind Indira threw glances at each other, but said nothing. Without speaking, Fawn already knew how much Joseph felt uncomfortable about the situation that was happening in front of him. It was rare for Joseph to see their young lady being so free and savage. She was like a much different girl.

Fawn swore he saw Aidan wandering the second floor with his phone stuck in his ear. He can't do anything to stop Indira. The only thing Aidan can do is report every action of Indira to Evan.

"Content, my beautiful Diamond..." A man in a magenta suit grabbed Indira like a baby koala. Fawn stared at the closeness of the two with a terkulum smile. Fawn knew the man, he was Indira's best friend in High School and is the man who leads the Fashion industry today.

"Alex, nice to meet you." Indira sank spoiled in the arm of his sohib. Removing longing despite the scent of Alex's parfume makes him scrunch his nose. "Where is Mesa?"

"You met me and you're looking for someone else?"

"Oh, I need to thank you for organizing this party for me."

"The party's pretty, isn't it?" Alex moved his embrace from Indira's shoulders and chose to hold the woman in his arms. "Mesa called me this afternoon and I was very surprised when she said you invited me."

"Shocked? Did I make a party is something weird?"

"It's not weird, Princess. Very-very weird. You are of all people, a princess like you is the type of woman who will sit comfortably on her throne with her legs crossed and my arms up in elegance. You're not the kind of woman who would do this..." Alex's point is to party with ear-splitting DJ music. Hell, Alex didn't even expect Indira to land in a bar.

"I wasn't me a minute ago" Indira said. He smiled slanted. "People change, Alex."

"Whatever it is, I've always supported your direction of change, little star." Alex releases his embrace from Indira as someone from across the dance floor waves to him. "If you're looking for Mesa, she's with your affair there."

Just then, when Alex pointed towards Bar Counter, the Mesa that Indira was looking for was staring at them. The girl sat side by side with Ace Hunter.

Fawn saw the closeness of the two with eyes that instantly rotated carelessly.

Ace seems to be a female magnet.

"Oh, look.., my affair is coming too." Indira followed Alex's taunts with a crisp laugh. "I'll be there, Alex. Good to see you, sir, you're busy."

"You should be happy. Okay, see you."

When Alex turned his steps away from Indira, Indira decided to greet Mesa who was now waving and calling out to him.

Mesa-young girls who wore metallic-colored dresses and reflected the light of those lights-waved their hands to Indira. But, despite her busy hands greeting Indira, Mesa's eyes occasionally glanced at the man beside her. Wondering if Arcelio Hunter saw the wide smile he was displaying right now? Is he gobsmacked? Is a cheerful girl his type? Something like that haunted Mesa's mind.

"Ace, you and Indira?" Mesa remembered the question she had launched while alone with Ace earlier. But, instead of denying Mesa, Ace was just sipping a cocktail in his glass with a bored expression. Due to the silence Ace showed, Mesa became even more curious. Don't tell me Ace and Indira are really playing with fire behind Evan!

"Uwaaah, Indira is so beautiful." Mesa - for the second time that day, trying to get Ace to talk.

Ace looked towards Indira and his two escorts who were accompanying Indira. "Very pretty."

Sahutan Ace made Mesa feel bitter on her tongue.

What Mesa didn't know was that the pair of dark beads did not highlight Indira. Ace's gaze only fell upon one man, one woman wearing a black turtle neck behind her black suit. Walking with seriousness and adorable flat expression. Someone named Fawnia Alder.

"Hello, Indi..." Mesa greets Indira, his hands are wide open and holds Indira who manages to steal the attention of people with her beauty. Mesa is envious, but can't say anything because Indira is already and will always be number one when it comes to beauty.

"You're late" Ace greeted Indira without any intention of getting off the high bench. His legs were elegantly crossed while his left and right hands stretched long across the lip of the bar table. Ace's eyes glared at Fawn for a moment, at the neck of her tie hidden by the collar of the shirt she was wearing. Ace could guess what was the reason Fawn appeared so close, and he was proud of his actions that had succeeded in making Fawn think about his appearance.

Ace wants to see it, to be honest. Fawn's reaction he always loved. Oh if only he could kidnap Fawn back into his arms without making the girl hate him!

"I'm surprised you came" said Indira. "I don't think you like attending parties that have nothing to do with business."

"It's a business, Indira." Ace chimed. If he could make Evan Caspian lose his composure, Ace would contribute to this party with great fanfare. Moreover, Ace also had his own agenda.

Fawnia who stands behind Indira is Ace Hunter's secret agenda.

"News about you being a warm conversation right now, is this good for you to meet?" Mesa is back.

"Oh.., I'm afraid I'm just gonna pour some oil on the fire." Indira sarcastic. He approached Ace and leaned against the man's arm. His behavior made Mesa's forehead rise up next door. "My dear, are you going to create another scandal with me?"

"As much as I want to help you, it doesn't seem so far away." Ace pushes Indira away from him. He immediately looked into Fawn's eyes and found the girl staring at him cynically. Wait, is Fawn angry?

"I believe, with the number of good-looking models you invited to your party, it's enough to be your friend tonight, Indira."

"Oooh," Indira groaned. "But there's nothing better than you, Ace."

"I know I'm perfect, but I don't want to make anyone jealous."

"Someone?" Mesa who answered.

"Evan," said Ace. Lying the hell, Ace just didn't want Fawn kicking him in the face when they were just the two of them. As powerful as Ace was, Ace was unwilling to make trouble with Fawn. Not when the girl is out of her reach. Ace doesn't want to make Fawn doubt him.

"Saranku, Indira..," Ace again stole a glance at Fawn. The girl stood too close to Joseph. They don't talk, but occasionally throw glances and telepathy. Ace bites his inner cheek, holding himself back from kicking Joseph to disappear from the earth. The man...., does he want Rio to bully his head?

"Aces.."

"Huh, huh?"

Indira frowned confusedly. "What's your advice?"

"Oh.., if you want to have fun," which Ace means is to make Evan Caspian rampage furiously, "Pull in there."

Ace's forehead heads towards the dance floor, where the women and men blend in without spaces. The body is curled up in a conductive manner.

"Are you crazy?" Indira shudders.

"I tell you, Indira. Don't play half-and-half..." Ace held out his cocktail glass to Indira. "Drink, you need a little energy."

"You're gonna have to take responsibility if anything happens to me, okay?" Indira downed the cocktail in one gulp. Joseph stepped forward, about to protest but not daring to speak as Ace stared at him intently.

"Don't worry" Ace said. "If I were here, no one would be able to hurt you."

Not because Ace was the one who hated wounds, he always put his safety first. If he goes somewhere, then 100 percent, that place will be full of security.

Fawn listened to Ace's words and returned to throbbing. Arrogant man, he thought.

"A minute, a minute..." Mesa who did not understand anything that Indira and Ace were talking about interjected with confusion. "What are you talking about, actually."

Indira wiped the corner of her lips from the cocktail and smiled witfully. "It's not something you need to know, Mesa."

This is just a form of Indira rebellion to Evan Caspian, her husband.

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