Chapter 60

Dylan

\-Met Gala Event-

When finally arriving at the Met Gala Event, Hayden quickly moves to put the car into park. The car now sitting just outside the front entrance before carefully moving to step out. His movements fast and precise when completing his task. One of the many reasons that he and Grant work so well together as well when completing tasks for me and my brothers.

"Thank you, Hayden" smiles Ella, her feet slowly moving to step out of the vehicle as Hayden moves to help her stand up.

"Of course Princess" smiles Hayden as he slowly moves to step aside, allowing Ella the ability to stand on her own two feet before her eyes began scanning the event. Unaware of anything else that was happening around her, including myself, even as I moved to stand next to her.

"Are you ready, Stellina?" I whisper to her softly.

Glancing carefully over towards me, I managed to see her eyes sparkle like tiny stars as she moves to nod her head, "Yes."

Smiling, I moved to offer her my arm much like I had done back at home before answering her back, "Shall we then?"

Unable to resist linking her arms, she moves to accept my arm with hers just as Hayden moves to close the door carefully behind us. His gaze now on me as he moves to speak up, "I'll park the car and join you as soon as I can, Sir"

"Good, see to it that you do."

Then without another word, I slowly move to escort Ella deep within the rather large building, making sure to keep her close to me as we entered the building that was hosting the Met Gala Event.

\-10 Minutes Later-

"Mr. Knight, Please, A word?"

Groaning lowly to myself, I try to ignore the constant interruptions. Having only been inside for maybe 10 minutes along with Ella and myself, and already I was being pulled into multiple different directions by people.

Can't people just leave me alone for more than 10 minutes while I'm here with my woman? I groaned, annoyed that I was already being targeted by people who I barely even knew or by those I slowly knew over time.

"Mr. Knight" calls the voice again, this time closer as he approaches me slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Donnelly?" I say, a slight smile gracing my lips as I move to look at the man in question. Ryan Donnelly being one of our closest partners in all of the Knight Industry. Being a man of money and power, Donnelly had it all except his youth. Standing at 60 years old, Donnelly aged like fine wine.

The years being generous to him as he continues to stand before me with an athletic framed body and a head full of lush brown hair with slightly graying hair to it. Blue eyes shining with curiosity as he now stands before me with his 6'5 body now towering over my 6'2 frame.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on your Met Gala Event. It's always a huge hit among those present" smiles Donnelly, his eyes slowly turning towards Ella as he spoke.

"And who's this lovely little vixen? I don't believe we've ever met before?"

And I had hoped it would have stayed that way too, I silently groaned. A piece of me hoping to have kept Ella a secret for a little while longer before having to introduce her to people of our kind, but unfortunately, I was not able to as I move to pull her closer to me.

"Hello, I'm Ella" greets Ella, while gently moving to extend out a hand to greet him, hoping to stay neutral with the man standing before us.

"Pleasure, I'm Ryan, Ryan Donnelly and one of Dylan's biggest supporters within Knight Industry" smiles Donnelly, as he carefully moves to take her offered hand with his. A part of me not liking the way he was silently eyeing her, as Ryan Donnelly was a playboy at heart and that was what kept me from truly letting my guard down. Having stayed single most of his life, he continued to play the field and never truly found a woman of his own to settle down with. Deciding against it.

Hoping to control the burning desire that was steadily growing deep inside of me and the need to rip his hand away from hers, I opted for a different kind of tactic instead. One that would hopefully not give anything away that she was already mine.

"Mr. Donnelly, Are you enjoying the event that I have planned for this lovely evening?"

Turning his attention back over to me, does he slowly move to release my sister's hand. A slight knowing look beginning to form within his otherwise perfectly blue eyes before speaking.

"I am, thank you for asking."

Removing his hand, he slowly moves to readdress me, only to halt when Ella moves to speak up.

"Dylan, I'm going to use the powder room. I'll be back shortly, okay?"

Nodding my head, I carefully move to let her go, knowing she'd be safe while being inside of the building, I continue to stare at Donnelly. Ella kissing my cheek before moving to saunter off.

"Is she yours, Mr. Knight?" asks Donnelly, his eyes now curious.

"Yes, Mine" I growled, low enough for him to hear me and no one else.

"Okay. Point taking. Then I guess I'll leave you two alone for now, but I do hope that we can discuss business another time soon, yeah?"

Then, just as he appeared, he was gone, vanishing the way he came before I could even reply. A sigh leaving my lips as I continued to stand waiting for Ella to return, my body on edge at the thought of us being separated, unnerving.

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Ella

When entering the Gala Event I was completely blown away. The way everything was decorated, the lights, the sounds, the way the music played softly in the background made it all feel magical.

Or at least it was what I was currently thinking until people had begun bugging my brother. For not even 10 minutes into the event and people were beginning to pop out of the woodwork like mad as they tried to get his attention, attention he did not want to give them just yet.

Just then, someone suddenly calls out to Dylan yet again and we both can't help but notice a man, a man maybe no older than 60, as he slowly begins making his way over to us. A man who clearly kept his athletic body over the years along with his lush brown hair and bright blue eyes. A light subtle hint of gray mixing into his hair the closer he got to us.

A slight uneasy feeling beginning to rise at the way he gazed at me upon approaching, tiny goosebumps starting to rise as I tried to move closer to Dylan. Not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of letting him know just how nervous I was with his sudden arrival.

But as if Dylan could sense my uneasiness rising, he carefully moves to hold me closer, almost as if he was staking his claim on me, my ears eventually tuning them out as I move to look for Hayden, hoping that Hayden was able to make inside as I had yet to see him anywhere among the crowd of people.

Where is he? I wonder only to feel the sudden urge to pee. The cool air of the building finally hitting me like mad as I move to excuse myself from Dylan and his friend.

"Dylan, I'm going to use the powder room. I'll be back shortly, okay?"

Seeing him nod in acknowledgment, I finally move to head for the powder room. The need to escape rising as well, unaware that I had another set of eyes watching my every move including the direction I was just heading into not that long ago, a smirk resting on his otherwise flawless face.