𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙝'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
" What the actual fuck is this?" he shouted as he looked inside the locker.
I had no idea why he was freaking out. They were just journals. But there were twenty of them.
" I don't have the patience to go through all these. And I can't hire anyone to look into it. It's highly confidential," he sighed.
" You trust me, right?" I asked him.
" Of course, sweetie. But you are an amateur."
I felt dreadful. Does he think I'm an amateur? " But I opened the locker for you. You think I can't handle a few of your Uncle's journals."
" Listen, sweetie. There are so many terms in the underworld which you can't understand. Only I can read this."
" Okay," I said looking down. " I'm sorry that I'm not helpful."
He came close to me and cupped my face with his hands. " I know you are feeling left out. So I have a task for you today."
My eyes lit up as he said that. " What is it? I'll do anything. Do you want me to kill someone? Or-"
" Control yourself, baby. We are going to a masquerade ball. And I'll tell you what to do on the spot. Understand?"
" Okay," I said and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. I fondled him gently as I kissed him. He gasped at my touch.
" You are so wicked," he said and pinned me up to a wall. He caressed his hands on my thigh. " But I am the wickedest and I want to hear you scream," he said and pulled down my underwear.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and circled my arms around his neck. He didn't waste any time. I tug the roots of his hair with my fingers as he started thrusting me back and forth.
I pressed my shoulder back against the wall as he got aggressive. " Liam!," I moaned as the pleasure kicked in. I clutched his shirt fabric as if my life depended on it.
As he pulled back a little, my firm grip made his shirt fabric rip off a little. He didn't seem to care that I tore his shirt. He continued thrusting me back and forth.
After a while, he started panting and pulled away from me. He placed me on the table. " Shall we go for the next ride, baby," he whispered in my ear. " I'm gonna fuck you so hard this time that you will rip off my shirt into shreds!"
I got aroused instantly as he said that.
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The Millennium Biltmore hotel was more like a historical palace. The interior was decorated with frescoes and murals.
The water fountain and columns in the center of the hotel lobby were carved with marble. I looked up in awe at massive wood-beamed ceilings with lead crystal chandeliers.
Queen Elizabeth must be living in a palace like this. " Do you like this place?" Liam asked me.
" Yea, it's awesome!" I exclaimed.
We walked through a series of cast bronze stairwells and doorways. Finally, we entered the galleria ballroom. It was the first time I was seeing the masquerade ball for real.
It was just like I imagined. People were wearing elegant dresses and masks. Some were dancing to the music. Some were drinking. A lot of them looked familiar to me.
This is a Hollywood party! And they all are celebrities. I was at a freaking celebrity party.
" Sweetheart, I want you to flirt with the man in the blue tuxedo," said Liam.
Is he kidding me? That guy looked like a Greek God! " I can't do that. I'll just embarrass myself in front of him," I blurted out.
" Listen, sweetie. Just ask him for an autograph or something like that. Tell him that you are his huge fan. You must have his attention at least for five minutes. Will you do that for me?"
" I'll do anything for you," I said and walked towards the blue tuxedo guy. He was discussing something with a middle-aged man.
" Hello, I'm your huge fan. Can I take a picture with you? " I asked him. My heart was pounding vigorously. What if he tells me to get lost?
" Sure, why not? How can I say no to such a beautiful girl like you? " he said. I was delighted as he said that. A guy like Greek God called me beautiful!
He signaled the middle-aged man to leave. He took out his phone and opened the front camera. I smiled as he clicked the picture.
" Now tell me your number. I'll share the pic," he said. Then I realized the mistake. I should have made him take the picture with my phone. Now I have to give him my number unnecessarily.
" The thing is, I don't give my number to people I just met," I said.
" But you just now told me that you were my biggest fan! "
I bit my tongue in embarrassment. He got my bluff now. What am I going to do? He smiled at me with his chiseled jaw. God, he was so handsome! His light brown hair framed his face perfectly.
" I'm sorry. You are so handsome. And I thought you must be some unknown actor. So I lied."
" I'm not an actor. I'm a movie producer. By the way, my name is Keith MaCadie."
" I'm Haley Miller."
" May I have a dance with you, Haley," he offered.
" I would love to," I said. He wrapped one arm around my waist and held my hand with the other. We both started moving to the beat slowly.
I looked around to see if Liam was around. But he wasn't there anywhere. I had no clue what to do now.
" You are so pretty. I would like to cast you in my next movie. Will you accept the offer?"
" No. I'm not an actress. I'm a writer." I feel like something is not right here. Especially this guy, he is appreciating me way too much. I have a feeling that he is faking it. Maybe he already knows my identity!
Maybe that's why he is playing along. My heart started thumping rapidly. What am I going to do now?