[MUSIC RECOMNDATION: ALL FALLS DOWN~ ALAN WALKER FEAT NOAH CYRUS]
Axilla had been faced with all kinds of troubles and embarrassing monts, but this one was not like those; this one was like betrayal. She tried to cover her thighs, only for her sleeves to fall off, revealing her shoulder. It was only then she realized that the man had also torn her dress sleeves. She didn’t know what to say or do; she just stood there with her hands trembling with fear. It was as if ti was made to stop around her; all she could see was the judging eyes of people and her ears bled because of their wicked words.
"She said it during our discussion, how she had seduced Chief Cortez, the girl snuck inside his room," Axilla heard one of the won speak. This lady was among those smiling and laughing with her earlier.
"Do you think she had done it before the light ca on? Look, her neck is red, and her garter is coming loose!!" Another lady whispered not so quietly.
"Woe to her! No wonder they are called servants, because they can never feel satisfied with what’s given to them. Poor Cortez, his heart is broken again. Maybe he has an ill fate with won in his past life."
The words about Cortez caused Axilla’s chest to squeeze. If it was just her, she wouldn’t have felt so bad, but with Cortez, who had once lost his first love to another man, the replay of sad history would hurt anyone. But in Axilla’s case, she had been blackmailed, and she wished she could say it, but she couldn’t find any right words; she just stood there with tears brewing in her eyes as she stared at the crowd. Whenever her eyes t with Cortez, she looked away.
Axilla gulped when she saw Cortez turn away; he was leaving her? Anyone in his position would misunderstand the situation, but she had hoped he would at least give her the benefit of doubt, even if it’s just for a second.
"See, Cortez is going." A young man chid, enjoying the girl’s predicant.
Axilla’s knee was now trembling, ready to give away. If Cortez should leave her and go, then there was nothing else for her. She needed to leave the party, maybe go back to Morado. As she tried to keep her balance steady while holding her dress firmly, her tired knees finally gave up, sending her almost crashing on the ground. But she didn’t fall; she was held midair.
"C-cortez..." Axilla muttered, staring back at the black eyes of the man she wanted so much to explain her situation to.
"Don’t say anything." Cortez lifted her up effortlessly, as the crowd watched them in dismay. They thought that Cortez had finally left the girl after being disappointed, but it turns out he had rushed to get a jacket, using it to cover the girl up; he carried her away.
Axilla whimpered as she buried her face in Cortez’s chest, "I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it," she muttered under her breath as the tears now flowed freely from her eyes.
Cortez gritted his teeth; he knew very well that Axilla didn’t do it, but soone in the party had blackmailed the girl. He saw the man who had torn Axilla’s dress lurking around the door, before he could chase after the person, he escaped. Cortez decided to co back first and take care of the scared girl.
"Do you need to explain that to ?" Cortez smiled at the girl as he continued to walk towards the door.
The crowd now followed them behind; they didn’t expect Cortez to still be around the girl after everything they had witnessed, but it was as if he wasn’t fazed by it.
"I think the girl practices so type of witchcraft; Chief Cortez has been hooked!" One person from the crowd exclaid, getting a nod from others.
Cortez stopped in his tracks; he had wanted to take Axilla ho to cover her up because the girl was really trembling. Still, if they leave just like that, it would only be rumored that the girl was not chaste.
Stopping in front of the cushion, Cortez carefully dropped the girl down, making her sit comfortably. Then he covered her properly with the long jacket.
"I want to fix up your garter, can I?" Cortez asked, staring at the girl’s teary eyes. He didn’t want to startle her more than she already was.
Axilla sniffed back her tears; she noticed that any little movent, her garter would co down loose from her thighs. She held her hands firmly on her sides; if it was Cortez, then there was no problem. She gave him a slight nod.
Cortez got down on his knees, using his body to cover people’s eyes so they wouldn’t see Axilla’s thighs; he carefully tied the garter back. Then, to knot it properly, Cortez brought his lips closer.
"Ha! What is he doing? Such an unruly act!" So ladies threw their faces away, acting coy.
"It is only right that Lady Jenna did not end up with soone like Chief Cortez; the rumor about him is true. Doing wild things in front of people," another harrumphed.
Even Axilla was stunned when she felt Cortez’s lips on her garter knot; for a mont, she forgot everything that had happened earlier. Her whole attention was now solely on the man in front of her, and she felt her toes curl.
Cortez carefully knotted the garter before bringing his face up; he planted a faint kiss on the girl’s thigh. Then he looked up and said, "Now we both have bad reputations." He teased her, rubbing her cheeks as he wiped off the tears that got stuck in Axilla’s eyes.
"You don’t have to worry about being lost in the crowd; I’ll always find you." He whispered to her assuringly.
Axilla nodded again, as fresh tears flowed down from her eyes. This ti it was not out of embarrassnt, as she had already forgotten about what happened earlier. As it evaporated out of her mind the mont Cortez fixed her garter with his lips.
Cortez then turned to the crowd who were now watching them in awe, he said.
"I guess I didn’t make it clear when I ca in; Axilla is my woman. If soone tries to pull this kind of stunt next ti, I will really show you how people from the wild behave." Saying this, Cortez carried Axilla up again in a bridal style and made his way to the door.
Before he opened the door, he said, "Mrs Jenna, thank you for your heartfelt welco. Invite for the next tea party; I still have an unfinished business here." He kicked the door open and stord out, leaving the crowd ashad of their judging words.
"Did Cortez just openly claim the girl as his own?" A young man asked the crowd loudly.
"Obviously! I want a man like Cortez! Look at how he changed the whole situation," a young woman said in a dreamy voice holding her chest.
"I guess it was Lady Jenna who lost sothing, by losing soone like Cortez. Hm!" Soone said from the crowd causing others to laugh.
Lady Jenna rubbed her temples gently, headache already creeping in. "Everyone leave my house; the party has ended," she said in a calm but annoyed voice.
People murmured as they started leaving the house like a bunch of losers. Lady Marianne who was also in the crowd, chuckled silently before she stepped out of the house.
Lady Jenna went to stand at her door, looking at the carriage that carried Cortez depart in the dark, she felt her chest squeeze tightly.
"Cortez..." She muttered.
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