Make You Mine

You're just jealous

Claire Amber Rose

My lips tug upwards as I walked away from him. I could finally be away from him. From the time we arrived, he latches on me like a koala. He glares at all the men who look at me. He is not even my boyfriend and that annoyed me.

One of the reasons why I don't want to be in a relationship is how men are so possessive. It's like they didn't trust us. If they don't trust us, why bother to be in a relationship? I question that all the time.

Heading to the bar, I order myself a whiskey. The bartender serve my drink and I chugged it in one shot. I needed that. I gesture him to fill up my glass. "Tough day, huh?"

"You don't say." I said as I chugged the whiskey down. "I never see you before, you new here?" I glance at him from the corner of my eyes then look ahead. "You could say that."

"So, what's your name?" my eyebrow raised as he asked my name. I can't help but smirk at his attempt of flirting.

"If this is your way to flirt me, I say is not working." I turned to look at him with a smirk and he smiled back. "Well, it seems like you get the memo. But I'm curious, who are you? Never see you here before."

I outstretched my hand to him. "Clare Amber Rose." He took my hand. "Oliver Jones. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

"If I'm not mistaken, are you Claire the designer?" I nodded my head and sipped my drink. "So, you do know me."

Your name is well-known in the fashion industry and I think everyone know who you are."

"If you know then why bother asking my name?" he smirks. "A man can try." I chuckled. The music around us changes into something slow. Oliver places his palm in front of me. "Care for a dance?" I looked at him intensely then place my hand on his. "Why not?" he led me to the dance floor. Oliver places his hands on my waist and mine on his shoulder.

We both sway our bodies to the slow music. "Oliver Jones, tell me, what's your intention approaching me?"

"Well, I saw you alone at the bar. So, why not? By the way, who are you with tonight?"

"Dennis Harrington." He looked surprised for a second. "The playboy?"

"The one and only."

"I didn't know you and Dennis are together." I chuckled. He shot me a confused look. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you just said something funny. Dennis and I aren't together. We are merely friends. He asked me to accompany him to this event."

"Oh, I thought so."

"Why? Didn't think that I'm the type of person who likes to date?" he shook his head. "No, more likely didn't think that Dennis is your type. It means that, you are still single?" I raised my eyebrow and smile flirtatiously.

I lean towards his ear and whisper. Why? Do you have something in mind?" I looked back at him and saw him smirk at me. "As a matter of fact, I do." I raised my eyebrow curiously. "Do you want to go and have a date with me?"

I stared at him then burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing?" Oliver looks at me confused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you but I don't date."

"What a shame. All men in this room are eyeing at you. Especially with that dress." His eyes raked down my dress and I smirked.

I knew it this dress will be the center of attention. No doubt in that. Let's just see what Dennis reaction if he sees me dancing with another man.

"Oh really?" I said looking innocently. "I didn't realize. Consider yourself lucky then." He chuckles. "I am. By the looks of it, I think they are jealous that I got the chance to dance with a beautiful woman in this room."

"You're too kind." Throughout the dance, Oliver and I chat leisurely. He's not that bad. I might say I quite enjoy his company for tonight.

A couple accidentally bumped into us as we dance. Thanks for Oliver quick reflex, he manages to catch me in a dip position. His hands rested on my bare back and mine on his neck. He stared at my eyes then slowly lean forward. I could feel someone gaze burn right through me. Taking a glance from the corner of my eye, Dennis standing there fuming at the sight of us.

It's payback!

The corner of my lip tug upwards as an idea formed in my head. I slowly lean forward to Oliver as his eyes are close. It's only an inch apart until our lips meet each other.

I could feel his breath on my cheek...

Dennis Harrington

"You could come to my office tomorrow, sir. My professional interior designer will help you throughout choosing the perfect furniture and design for your hotel." He nods. "Of course, my secretary will inform you for further information." I nodded then shake his hand.

I'll see you tomorrow, sir." I went back to my table to see Claire but hat I found is a vacant table. My eyebrow scrunched. Where is she? I looked around and find none. Maybe she's at the bar. Who knows?

Making my way to the bar, again I found none. I knew she's up to something. I looked ahead and my eyes can't believe the sight of it.

My jaw clenched and my hands curl up into a fist.

That man has his hand on Claire bare back. He gazes into her eyes as he leans forward to her with his eyes closed. My eyes met her as she smirks at me. I saw a mischief glint in her eyes then she turned her back to Oliver.

Ok, what is she thinking? Don't tell me she's-

As if she read my mind, she leans forward. Without wasting much time, I waltz my way them and quickly pull Claire away from that man.

How dare he trying to kiss Claire?

If were not in public, I'll definitely give him a taste of my punch.

She glares at me as my arms secure tightly on her waist. "Not trying to be rude, but I believe you have my date. Now, if you'll excuse me, we gotta get going." I said coldly. Without waiting for his response, I turned around with a struggling Claire beside me.

"If you keep moving like that, the guest will see that I'm forcing you to go with me."

She scoffs. "Aren't you?"

"Good point. I see you were having a good time without me."

"I was, until you came along and ruin the fun. You know if you aren't there, we probably have k-" I grip her waist tightly as I lean forward then whisper to her ear. "Finish that sentence and I dare you." I planted a kiss on her neck and she hissed at me.

"You're just jealous." My raised my eyebrow. "I told you, jealous is not in my vocabulary."

"Oh yeah, then why you must break Oliver and I apart?" she smirks. "Because you just met him." She scoffs. "That doesn't make sense. Says the person who approach me at the bar and his poor attempt of flirting."

"That's different."

"Oh, pray and tell what's the difference?" I sighed. There's no end when it comes arguing with her. "Can we just forget what happened and go home?"

"Sure, let's." we walked out from the event and head to the lift. The doors open but she stops me. "Just a reminder," she leans to my ear. "I win." She then planted a kiss below my earlobe which sent goosebumps all over my body then step inside the lift leaving me stunt.

I blink my eyes and realize she left without me. I stared at the door in disbelief. So, we're playing a game, huh? If she wants it that way, so be it.

Next round, I'll make sure it's me who win.