"Thank you," Red smiled and thanked the chauffeur who helped her out of the car. She was now standing in front of the grand estate of Mr. Wells. She whistled quietly to herself, taking in all the fine and exquisite architectural design, landscape, and well-manicured acres of Arborvitae trees.
"In and out, blend in," she cooed to herself before gingerly catwalking into the halls of the house, swaying her hips with confident strides. She was dressed in a simple, floor-length, backless charmeuse silk dress, fitted to perfection, gripping her body and outlining her slender shoulders and waistline. Her rhinestone thin spaghetti dress straps glowed as the lights all around her shone.
Her curly hair poured delicately onto her shoulders. A simple pear-drop rhinestone necklace adorned her neck, and her ears sparkled with matching elegance. Her light makeup complemented the silver white mask that concealed her face, adding an air of mystery to her already captivating presence.
She walked into the hall, trying to blend in with the high-class guests, all wearing different types of masks, from feathery to elegant stoned masks to outrageous ones. The masked guests poured in and out of the hall, chattering and laughing.
Immediately, she decided she was already bored trying to blend in. She took a champagne from a nearby passing tray and decided to stand in a quiet corner, watching them all.
She mentally tried to piece together the floor plan of the house she had studied. She knew exactly where she needed to go; all she had to do was quietly move without drawing attention to herself.
After a while, she successfully slipped past visitors into a private area without the guards at the entrance noticing. She needed to get to where the diamond was, passing a series of doors, quietly making her way through.
Getting closer to her destination, she couldn't help but feel a little proud - this was going to be as easy as she thought.
"The party is boring, isn't it, baby?" Someone whispered behind her.She yelped, turning her back, her heart racing with surprise.
"Jesus, do you just walk up behind people purposely trying to give them a heart attack?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the man before her, who appeared drunk.
"I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart," he slurred, "but damn, you look really good... and I mean, really good." He eyed the curves of the top of her breast, his gaze making her uncomfortable.
"Excuse me?" She asked, irritated, eyeing him up and down as she stepped back.
"C'mon," he chuckled, smirking at her as he strolled towards her. "I saw you looking at me downstairs at the party, and you led me up the stairs, all the way here." He whistled low, his eyes literally undressing her.
"Hey! Stay the hell away from me, back off!" She warned, raising her voice.
He stopped in his tracks, his face frozen, as if he had been slapped in the face. "What the fuck are you playing at, huh? Playing hard to get? Huh, you slut?"
She slapped him.
"Why, you little—". He raised his hand to strike her, but was abruptly interrupted by an intimidating roar.
"Hey! Don't. You. Dare!."
Two men without masks approached them. One appeared to be a bodyguard, and the other a guest, who did all the talking and warning.
"If you want to act like a piece of shit, harassing a defenseless woman, don't pull that shit here," he roared.
Defenseless???? Who is he calling defenseless? Red thought to herself, getting a little offended.
Compared to the man who came to her rescue, the drunk man, trying not to appear intimidated, roared back.
"Back off, buddy, she didn't ask for your help." He tried to appear taller, puffing his chest in an attempt to appear bigger.
" Actually, I want you to back the fuck away from me" Red hissed at the drunk man, glaring at him.
Her saviour positioned himself between her and her harasser, as if to protect her.
" You heard her,now get the fuck out of my house or I'll kick you out myself" the man growled, his voice menacing.
The drunk man darted nervously at him. "Mr. Wells? Shit, look, I'm really sorry, I—"
"Leave," Mr. Wells commanded, his fingers snapped towards his bodyguard, who immediately began to push the drunk harasser out, until they were out of sight.
Red sighed, relieved, but still a little shaken and angry.
...
"Are you alright?" His deep, low, soothing voice brought her mind back to her surroundings. She was alone with him.
She looked up at the tall figure standing just a few inches away from her. She could literally smell his cologne - a rich, sensual blend of leather, amber, and bergamot. He smelled divine.
Mr. Aiden Wells