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Me: Big talk for a man who can’t answer a simple question.
I laugh at myself getting cockier.
Sir: I have fucked many women. One at a time, three at a time. I have shared women with other men. I have had my tongue in one woman’s cunt while my dick was in another. I have performed specific sexual acts that would make you run back to your father’s house in Ireland. Now, where the fuck are you? And, Haven, if you do not tell me, there will be consequences.
Me: Oh, fuck you and the threats you keep making.
My hand vibrates. The ringtone set on my phone comes next. I look down at the screen and see that he’s calling. I lift it to my ear but there is nothing but silence. I pull it away, not sure if I can’t hear because the music is so loud or because we got disconnected. Sir flashes across my screen again. I immediately duck the call as panic starts to set in. I jerk my head up and glance around the open space feeling as if I’m being watched. My phone rings again a second later. I watch the screen as if Demetri will jump through it. I duck his call once again. The next thing I know, a FaceTime call comes through. I don’t know why, but my nervousness flips and intrigue rears its ugly head. I feel compelled to answer his demand. I hit accept. It connects and Demetri’s angry face shows on the screen. The music is still blasting, and at that moment, foam starts shooting out from the cannons above. I let out a squealing giggle, raise my hands, but still hold the phone so he can see me, and start swaying my body to the beat.
“Where the fuck are you?”
I look around and shrug my shoulders.
“What the fuck is on your face? Take it off.”
“Yes, sir.” I salute him and proudly whip off my beautiful green mask and show him my sweaty, red face.
“Are you drunk?”
I tilt my head slightly and try to hold back a smirk while fluttering my eyes.
“Answer me!”
“And high. Definitely high.”
“You’re high? What the fuck did you take? Did you take X?”
“No, but…” I look around. “The people who have look like they are having a really good time.” I flip the screen to the three people in the corner going to town on each other.
“Tell me where the fuck you’re at.”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? Who are you with?”
“Definitely not going there, Mr. Carbone.” I don’t want to get Ciarán in any trouble.
“Joseph!” Demetri thunders. “Get your ass over here.” That’s all I hear before the line goes dead.
I hold the phone in my hand, just staring at it as if Demetri is going to call again. After what feels like an eternity has passed, I say, “Fuck it.” I let a held giggle loose, tuck my phone into my pocket, and start dancing again.
I’m feeling myself when I notice a guy a few feet away, watching me. While the rest of the bodies move around the floor, he just stands there, studying me. With my mask back on, I feel self-assured, but there is something about this guy that is intimidating but also intriguing. I glance over at my cousin, just to make sure he’s still close before turning back and having to take a step back because the man from across the room is now standing directly in front of me. He is even more intimidating up close. The half-black mask adorning his face shows his strong jawline. The air around us feels like it was snuffed, and it’s kind of alarming. But there is also something familiar about him and that makes me stay instead of run. His hand reaches out and grips my waist. He pulls me into his body and starts to move his hips. The music is fast, but our bodies move slowly. I let the music take away my fears. He can move. Boy, oh boy, can he move. The music playing is still fast, but he has our bodies shifting across the floor at a slow, seductive pace. Our eyes have stayed connected from the moment I turned around, and before I know it, I’m on the other side of the room.
“What is your name?”
His silence alarms me, but then he replies, “You are a beautiful woman. Your curves, the way you move, it is… beautifully graceful.”
“Thank you.”
When I go to speak again, he interrupts saying, “Your man, yes, he mustn’t let you roam free too often.”
“I don’t.” I shake my head. “No man.” I stumble over my words.
“Da, I’m sure that’s a lie.”
“Your accent? You’re not from around here. Where are you from?”
“A place far away. Just like you.”
