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And fuck me… she is hot as hell.
When did her eyes sparkle so much? Even in the shadowed room of the warehouse and from this distance, I can see them. I can feel them. Those damn eyes. To an unsuspecting spectator she’d appear so pure and innocent, when I know she is anything but. My perfect girl, I liked to dirty up. She liked it fucking filthy, which makes me crave her more than anything in the world. She is the greatest possession that I don’t have. She’s an antique I need. She’s a priceless heirloom that should be on a mantel. My mantel.
Lyriope is taking Wonderland all in. She now knows what it takes to pull off a Wonderland, and I can see her examine every detail of the room. Her eyes scan the white and black leather furniture, the black bar with ivory barstools, and the opal vases cast all around that hold two to three dozen white roses in each ostentatious urn. White balloons drown the room in their happy birthday celebration mask. She glances up to look at the huge crystal chandelier that appears as if it’s dripping diamonds onto the dancers below. Lyriope knows I had that fixture imported from Venice—she knows. She knows we worked countless hours on giving the magic and holding back no expense in order to cast a classy and seductive vibe. Silver and white confetti and gold glitter fall from the ceiling and dance around her flowing hair, brushing her shoulders, caressing her face all to remind her that she’s here to celebrate. It’s a birthday party in Wonderland.
Happy birthday to all the forgotten.
A celebration for all those who never got to have their special day.
An unbirthday to each and every person in this building.
Happy birthday to you.
Especially Lyriope who was never made to feel special. On her birthday or any other day.
Lyriope’s eyes scrutinize the bodies dancing shoulder to shoulder to the hottest DJ imported straight from Prague as ifshe’s looking for me amongst the powerful players of the room. Or maybe that is only my hope. She’s yet to look up at the balcony where she knows I often reside looking down at my Wonderland.
Is she refusing to lift her eyes out of stubbornness or fear?
Can she feel my stare burning through her flesh?
Or does she think that she’s able to sneak in and be undetected as long as she doesn’t lock eyes with me?
She follows Sasha to the dance floor and for a moment watches her cousin begin dancing to the beats dominating the room. No doubt Sasha knows that DJ K-lo is by far the most sought-after DJ in the world right now, and everyone in this room gets the pleasure to move their bodies to him. Lyriope soon mimics her cousin and begins dancing in the most seductive way. Her hands are on her hips, the pearls swirling around her, and her eyes locked on the man controlling the audience with his skills.
Jesus Christ… Lyriope is as sexy dancing as she is fucking me.
She’s a diamond down on the dance floor, glimmering up to me, so priceless and unattainable. I’m just the poor boy watching on with only dreams of being able to someday be able to handle such jewels. She’s come a long way from the woman who first entered Wonderland. This time, as she strides across the dance floor that hosts men and women more powerful than God, she has her own power.
But she belongs to Nick motherfucking Hudson. And I want every single person in this room to know it.
And though I itch to storm down there, yank her away from every hungry eye in the room, I remain in the spot I like most—up on the iron-railed balcony so I can see all the action below. Stay high, observe and watch.
Yes, I’m watching. I’ll always be watching her.
Up high in the clouds is my kingdom where I rule… watching over my queen.
Power sizzles through the air, and I fucking get off on it. There are royalty, the CEOs, music gods, and criminal masterminds down below. But the most powerful person, the one that has a hold on me is her.
Finally… finally, she looks up, scanning the balcony for me. She knows where to find me, but I also know that with the laser lights, the shadows, and the distance that she’ll have a hard time spotting me. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t try. Her eyes squint and she uses her hand to shield the brightness from the lights. Not being successful, she then scans the room, zeroing in on Harrison. He’s not a hard man to spot, and he’s not far from Lyriope and Sasha. He’s watching. He’s guarding. And my guess is that Lyriope knows it. She stops dancing, says something into Sasha’s ear that causes her to smile and nod, and then she makes her way to where Harrison is standing. I watch her talk into his ear and point to the balcony. Harrison looks up in my direction, pauses, and then eventually nods as he leads Lyriope to the stairs that will bring her to me. Leaving me grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Chapter Eleven
Nick
Wonderland.
It was my everything…
Until she entered my life.
Now it’s her. Only her.
She is my everything.
And I believe she knows it.
I’ve given her the upper hand no matter how much I try to resist.
