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She really is my fairy godmother.
Just call me freaking Cinderella!
Leaving the dressing room, we step in sync with each other to the entrance of the bar while Paul follows us. Outside, a black SUV idles waiting for me. I climb in and as he closes the door, I remember to yell, “Thank you, Amber.”
I faintly hear her yell back, “Knock’em dead, Ella,” as the car starts to roll.
I look back down at the beautiful mask. The dainty golden mask covers the top half of my face. Lace drapes over the mask giving it an elegant feel. How was she able to get such a beautiful piece so quickly? I tie the black silk ribbons around my head and send up a little prayer that no one recognizes me, especially my step-mother and step-sisters. I look out the window and watch the city as it passes me, wondering just what I’ll learn tonight. What will happen to me if I get caught, and most importantly, what will happen to me if I don’t?
“Ella, we’re here,” Paul announces.
Wow, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own mind.
“Thank you, Paul,” I say as I climb out of the car as gracefully as possible. Which is harder than you would think in a ball gown and four inch heels, but thankfully I’m able to keep my composure. I need everything to go perfectly tonight and perfect means not drawing attention to myself.
I’m literally stunned stupid when I sneak into the club. I can't seem to stop my eyes from bouncing around, not able to focus on anything specific in the room. I can’t believe that my step-mother brought my step-sisters to this. What the hell am I watching? Couples, groups, singles all in various states of dress. Kissing, groping, actual goddamn sex. In the ballroom! My body slowly starts to heat up as I pass by. The deeper I go into the club, the harder it is to ignore the scenes in front of me. Part of me wants to stop and watch. The other part just wants to find the bar. I’m going to need some liquid courage for this. The blush I felt brewing seems to be consuming me now because right next to the bar…holy shit.
Right in front of me, a fit older man is sitting in a booth with a young woman on her knees in front of him. The man’s hand is tangled in her hair as he directs her motions on his cock. Watching him does something to me. I can’t take my eyes off them. My nipples start to pebble and I feel the wetness pool between my legs.
To the right of him, another gorgeous blonde woman takes his mouth in a searing kiss, while he is still directing the one between his knees. His other hand moves and I can’t help but follow it. Those fingers start trailing up the leg of the woman kissing him until it disappears under her skirt.
My heart starts to race as the throb between my legs increases. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to alleviate it, but damn, it’s not helping.
I try to reconcile what is happening in front of me with how I’m feeling. But before I can decide between embarrassed and turned on, my shoulder jolts and a gruff voice says, “Shit, I’m sorry.” I look toward the voice but before I’m able to say anything the man walks off. I shake my head. I need to remember why I’m here.
I just didn’t know here would be…this.
I head toward the bar. I need a drink. Maybe it will help calm down my body and then I can concentrate on why I’m here. I grab the bartender's attention.
“What can I get you?”
“A vodka soda with a lime, please.”
“Coming right up.”
Clearing my head from the voyeur scene, I decide I need to search the room for my step-mother and step-sisters. I look up at the balcony where the VIP section must be located. If Mia and my step-mother are here, that’s where they’ll be.
My eyes lock on a slightly older man leaning over the balcony, observing the club. Holy fuck…he is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. A drink drops down in front of me and I reach for it without looking away from the sexy man. I can’t see all of his face because of the black mask covering it, but his short dark brown hair is perfectly styled, except for a small piece in the front that drips down in front of his face. His strong chin covered in the perfect amount of stubble and all I want to do is rub my hands against it. He has an aura of danger that surrounds him and even with that, I can’t take my eyes off him. He looks like a king surveying his kingdom.
And all I can think is…
He’s mine.
Never in my life have I felt such a connection like I do when I’m looking at this man. I don’t know his name. I don’t know him. But I do know I feel drawn to him. Entranced. Just like you read about in fairy tales. I’ve never believed in that nonsense until this moment.
I run my eyes over his body, dressed in a deep navy suit. One obviously tailored specifically to fit his muscular body the way it clings to his broad shoulders and is drawn in on his tapered waist. My mouth starts to water at the thought of seeing or touching the body under that suit. I want to climb him.
What is wrong with me? I mean seriously…the thoughts I’m having are not normal.
He must feel my eyes on him because suddenly he whips his head around and looks right at me. As our eyes collide, he gives me a panty melting smile and my whole body reacts to it. I mean goosebumps all over my arms, hard nipples, and throbbing clit instantly. I thought I was turned on before, but that was nothing compared to this moment.
What is happening right now?
When the man turns to talk to someone behind him, the spell between us breaks. As reality crashes into me, a woman drapes her arm over his shoulder.
What did you think, Ella, that he was going to search you out? No, a man like that can have anyone he wants, why would he want you?
Fuck…distracted again.
