431 His Kind of Crazy

The last segment of the program was the party—drinking and dancing.

Other people thought that the rich don't know how to party like ordinary people do. Actually, the rich know how to party, it's just that… they could be wilder and crazier. While a lot of the club members think they should be keeping their class—especially the oldies, the younger ones—the young millionaires—however, they tend to go crazier. With an open bar and excellent choices of liquor, they sure make the most of their night. After all, what happens during club events, stays in the club.

So, when Damien and Katherine came back inside, the dancing had already commenced. Everyone had drinks in their hands and shit-eating grins on their faces. Those who got to go home with the title 'winning bidder' on their names had just proved how wealthy they were, so they were the ones who roamed around with arrogant smiles on their faces and providing more booze to everyone—as if the open bar wasn't already enough. The others who were outbid, well… they had fake smiles on their faces, and possibly their fifth or eighth glass in their hands.

At this point, the sharks—those who came to the party solely to network, had probably maxed out handing their business cards since the start, so now they're on full-on party mode.

Basically, everyone was just having fun now. So when the pair came back, people just no longer cared and minded their own business.

Which was a good thing for the two, of course, because without prying eyes, they could finally enjoy the rest of the night and not worry a lot.

Katherine swiftly unhooked the detachable slightly poofy skirt around her waist and tossed it to an empty chair, leaving her with only the mermaid skirt and showcasing the natural curves of her figure. If she already looked stunning and elegant on the first look, this one made her look sexier and more daring. 

Damien was surprised to see her second look for the night, but he revealed a knowing smile when he met her gaze and then brought her to the middle of the dance floor. The lights were dimmed and there were just too many people to even know whoever was dancing next to them. Especially at a guest count of over three hundred people, one just couldn't keep track of everyone. At the moment, the music that blasted through the speakers was a classical version of a popular R\u0026B-pop song. It was refreshing and actually nice to dance to.

Taking her left hand, Damien brought it up to his right shoulder and pulled her closer. He placed his right hand on the small of her back while their other hands joined together at the side and they started to sway from side to side.

"How do you like my dress?" she asked, her face laced with anticipation, especially when Damien looked at her and his sticky gaze roamed over her top.

"I don't know if I'm going to reprimand you for wearing something so…"

"So…?"

"So daring. Or thank you for wearing something that brought your best self."

She chuckled. "I look like my best self? And tell me, what does that look like?"

"Confident." He stared into her eyes. "You look confident. And that's the best look you have tonight."

"Really?"

"You could wear a sack for all I care, Katherine. But if you carry it with the confidence you have, you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the room."

Hearing his compliment, Katherine couldn't help but feel the heat grow on her cheeks. Why was this man making her blush? After all this time, he still didn't fail to make her feel appreciated. It was why she liked being with Damien. With him, she felt loved. She felt like she mattered.

"You're blushing," he said in almost a hushed tone, and a satisfied grin crossed his face. "Am I making you blush?"

"Oh, shut up, Damien." Katherine rolled her eyes and softly chuckled with him. 

Then she lowered her eyes and gently brushed her fingers on his tux. "Have you not noticed, or you just didn't care?"

With a confused look, he probed, "What are we talking about?"

"Your tux… my dress…"

Damien briefly glanced at their outfits and he subtly shook his head, pinching the side of her waist as he whispered to her ear, "Of course I knew. Did you think you could keep something like this from me, you sneaky little Kitten."

She giggled in his arms, enjoying the way he so warmly whispered to her in his rough voice. "You look really nice, Damien. You're dashing as always and especially tonight."

When she pulled back, she was surprised to see something sparkly on Damien's hand that was opened towards her. "What is that?" she asked. She picked it up and examined the item, laughing when she realized what it was: a gold, sparkly fluffy cat brooch with a crown on its head. It was sitting with its fluffy tail filled with shiny rhinestones just like the rest of its body and the crown.

Katherine found it so hilarious. "How? Why? Wait—do you think I look like this? How did you even think of buying one like this?"

"Felix. He told me you bought something," he said as he glanced at the white and gold cat with the judgy eyes on the lapel of his tux. "I happened to pass by a store in Nice on my way to the next meeting and saw that. It reminded me of you." He took it from her hand and pinned it on her dress, atop her left breast.

"Here I was, thinking that I look like that cat that's on your tux. Scary and intimidating… In the end, you only see me as a cute and fluffy cat?"

Damien didn't say anything, but a heart-stopping smile broke his face, causing the butterflies in her stomach to flutter wildly. "Can I tell you something? Promise you won't judge?" she asked.

"When have I ever judged you?"

"True." She bit her lip and took a deep breath before she admitted, "Is it weird that I find you reprimanding me 'hot'?"

"What?" A baffled look replaced his smile, unsure if he heard her right. When she didn't clarify herself, he probed, "You… find my reprimands… 'hot'?"

Katherine looked at him straight in the eyes, giving him the reason to believe that she was telling the truth.

Realizing that he heard her right, the gears in his head turned and there was an air of dominance dancing around him. Damien's voice dipped lower when he asked, "Have I told you that you're crazy?"

"You think I'm crazy?"

A hint of a devilish smirk teased his lips before he leaned in to whisper, his hot breath fanning against her skin as he spoke, "Yes. But you're my kind of crazy."