Kiara's pov:
That was the least I could do for her. Eric would be returning by noon tomorrow from his one month trip. I have to reach home before he discovers I'm out."Thank you!! now drop the bags before you change your mind," she said with a wink and we both burst into laughter.This is why I love being here - I forget my worries and laugh like I want to.Past 9:48 pm.I was still Cautious about exposing my identity like Eric warned, that was why I wasn't a stage dancer. I didn't find the courage to do it. I might endanger myself as well in the process. But now, going to the gala with Emma meant I was walking into the world, a place I've been deprived off for too long.How do I go about this? Again, my brain ran some numerous reflex functions and I finally let out a deep breath, quietly assuring myself that it would be fine.As long as no one recognizes me, I'm safe.I didn't want to disappoint Eric but Emma wasn't just a friend either. She let me use her stuff and that was enough for me. I should at least remember our last fun moments before leaving.To my surprise, it wasn't just going to be a gala night but an anonymous one. Everybody would wear a mask.I almost got choked with happiness, God was on my side after all. I get to keep my identity and my best friend too.I smiled, "that's fair enough," I muttered reading the banner which I didn't notice was there until now.Emma and I have been getting things ready for the gala night as well as others. Among the girls, I was the only one who wasn't a stage dancer.To be on the safe side, I only associated with Emma and the manager who let me stay after paying a huge sum. The other girls were more like shadows in darkness because making more friends would mean - sending them a death invitation.I didn't want to be held responsible so I avoided each and every one of them, except Emma of course because she seemed somewhat interested in me. I didn't know why but I eventually gave in to her bright smiles and friendly gestures.I quickly put on a skimpy dress that barely covered my knees. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smile with confidence but on a second thought, the dress is too short.A little more adjustment would do.I tried dragging the dress down but it wasn't working. Silly me!Maybe I should change into something else, my eyes searched the wardrobe for maybe something longer...Emma interrupted my thoughts with her joyful scream. "Fuck! I didn't know you had such nice legs under those baggies," she smirked."The dress is short. I don't think I can -" I tried to protest."no, no, no. It's perfect! oh my! you're going to make heads twirl." she chuckled, her voice prolonging the 'twirl'.A bad idea. I don't want to make heads twirl. I have to protect my identity! Can someone please remind me why I'm doing this life threatening stunt?"I think I should wear my own -" I still protested but she cut me off immediately."Don't even go there. Who wears baggies to a party? c'mon girl, I can go naked if I want. you don't understand what a gala night is? We are attending a gala for billionaires ONLY!" she queried with pouty lips and emphasized on the word 'only.'Yeah. Emma is that type. The one who can go naked for anything."okay. Time for your makeup." She pushed me gently on a chair and spun the seat to face the mirror, not giving me space for further argument.After some minutes of silence... since Emma talks less when she's busy.I sat silently as her hands roamed my face either applying one thing or the other. It was my first time having makeup done and trust me, I was damn curious and impatient as well. I wonder what art she's doing on my face.I just need something simple. Something that would make me look so dry and not attract eyes. The thoughts of swirling heads still made me cringe.Done!Looking at myself, I frowned. I turned to Emma. "Who is this?" I asked, pointing at the mirror.Clearly, that reflection isn't me. It was someone way prettier and cuter than I was. The make up was done neatly and each element aligned smoothly like she was a pro. A perfect face, I liked it and I hated the thought that I liked it. I shouldn't. Didn't I want something dry?Emma just chuckled, covering her mouth a little. She looks really satisfied with her creation, "Mira you look gorgeous!."I went pale as she called out my fake name. I think I've started getting used to it. Protecting your identity also means forging a name when required. I wanted her to know my real identity, to know who I actually was. I felt like a fraudster in front of her, I wanted so badly to stop lying and finally have my own freedom but I couldn't. It wasn't possible. Not in this life."I don't think that's me. I look so different," I exclaimed, still pouting my lips. I tried to touch my face and she playfully slapped my hand off."don't you dare spoil it." She feigned a glare.I nodded and she released a bright smile. "Let me get dressed as well.""please be fast. we don't have all the time." I replied jokingly, slapping her butt as she dressed up."ouch!" she rubs her butt and I laughed."Arriving late is the best part of attending a party. Trust me." She replied, buckling her heels."why?I don't think so." I doubted her. You have to be early to catch up with the fun, right??"That's because all eyes would be on you. It's like a magical moment, like walking through an aisle with all eyes staring." She smiled as she created magical imaginations inside her head.Oh God! What does this girl have with attraction? it's like she's unintentionally opposing my plans tonight. Surely heads must turn which I'm against."You look amazing." I complimented her dress. She was really stunning. Her dress was shorter and exposed every inch of her curves. It had a carved oval that showed part of her soft boobs. She was dressed to kill.That was the code for a strip dancer. Short wears, heavy makeup and exposing dresses.I'm sure she's going to kill it tonight!"Thank you. Just some more blushes and I'm done." She turned to the mirror and started another artwork.I knew just a blush wouldn't be enough...By the time we left, it was after midnight.~🌹~Lucas's pov:11:48pm.I let out a heavy breath, staring unbelievably at the grandfather Clock with my bleeding heart. Each tick, reminding me of how much time I wasted. How could I have been so stupid??She was just a fucking pretentious golddigger who claimed to love me because I had money? Fuck wealth! I just need a true woman, is that difficult?I sighed as I smashed the empty glass on the wall. Glass pieces shattered all over and my secretary barged in on hearing the noise. He thinks I hurt myself, duh...I can't go crazy because of a woman!I didn't spare him a glance but instead kicked the table out. He broke in and tried to calm me."You can't hurt yourself because of that slut. Don't give her a chance to-""Shut up Ray!. You think I'm angry because she betrayed me? Because she was only feigning her love?" I glare at him, raising to my full height.He looked confused with my questions, "if you aren't angry because she dumped you....then what?"I'm disappointed he still hasn't studied my nature. He's been working for me for almost 5 years and he can't tell what I like and don't like. Though he's mastered the rules and never broke any.I chuckled and drank lazily from the champagne bottle, "I Fucking wasted my precious time on her. That's why I'm angry. I could have made billions if I hadn't wasted time with her!!!" I clenched my fist, pointing them at Ray.He moved back a little and heaved a sigh when I dropped my hands. "oh, I thought that -"I cut him off again, "I want to party before I end her life."That's the kind of monster I am. Someone who parties in preparation of killing someone."partying would only waste more time... do you..." He stuttered.I admit, it's difficult to understand me."I should get drunk. She has to take responsibility. No one messes with me and goes scot free. I should celebrate her death before she even dies." I chuckled and gulped more wine.I can be a sociopath if I want too, as long as I fulfill my duties to myself. A deadly Mafia King, no one messes with me."Now tell me, do you have any ideas?" I tapped his shoulder, giving him a friendly smile but my gazes shot bullets.He gulped hard. He could read my emotions sometimes and he knew that slut should pray she dies before I catch her.Lucas's pov:Ray googled through the net and after about five minutes, he discovered a brilliant idea."Culpa strip Club has an event tonight. An anonymous Night," He read out to my hearing as he looked at his screen.A mischievous grin of satisfaction took over my lips and I nodded.A masked Night wasn't a bad idea. I could use the help of some strippers to cool off as well."Get me a mask.... inform the boys to keep watch too, that bitch couldn't have gone far." I instructed putting on my gray blazer.Let's have fun while the time flies.....~🌹~I hissed as a strong scent of cocaine hit my nostrils while alighting from my Lamborghini, I don't smoke. It's unhealthy. Ray stood aside and held the door handle firmly as usual so I could get down.I walked towards the dim lights which enclosed the inner chambers that were smoothly concealed with high dull walls. Ray had made a reservation earlier.I could detect the intense scent of raw cocaine from the hallways and each opened door disc
Lucas's pov:I watched her pass across gently or rather carefully to sit on a couch. I see what she is doing and trust me, I can't help but chuckle. Seriously?She walked so carefully as though she was stiffening her hips from moving. Who does that? Was she afraid I might stare at her hips? Though I admit she was sexy and more attractive than my stripers on natural skin, I'm not a pervert!Or am I?I had my eyes glued on her against my wish, and couldn't take my eyes off her emerald colored iris.Damn! How can one have such beautiful eyes?Our eyes locked suddenly, I smirked though I felt my heart skip a beat or was I just noticing it now? she looked away with a shocked expression. I actually caught her staring or rather, we caught each other staring.But then, she was just inches away from me, so how can I not stare?five more steps and our body did collide.I decided to avert my gaze from her and focus on my money. After all, I paid for the striping service.The dancers were seducti
Lucas's pov:Have you ever dreamt of being fucked? Perhaps a wet dream?I just had one.I lazily relaxed my head on a soft surface. It felt really comfortable like a bed, except it wasn't a bed.I could feel the warmness and softness as well, plus a person's warm breath on my head, fanning my neck.This can't be a pillow either. Pillows don't breathe.Her sweet intoxicating scent made me crave her more. I wanted to stay there for long, not wanting to wake up due to the pleasurable sensations I had felt and was in fact still poisoned with. The feeling of my cock in her made me explode in the world of erotism and I felt like I was being transported to heaven.Slowly, I lifted my lashes to meet a shocking surprise. I was actually lying in between her naked boobs and not pillows as I had dreamed.How come? What actually happened? Was all that nothing but a dream?I blinked severally within seconds to be sure it wasn't one of my wet imaginations. But it was real, her succulent rosy nipples
Kiara's pov:My eyes felt heavy as I tried opening them and I felt some strange pains all over me. A mixture of sweetness and wetness.Have I fallen sick? Why does my body feel heavy as if I performed some thorough job last night? I quickly arranged my hair in a bun as I tried sitting up.I felt my stomach churn and a slight pain down there, making a soft moan escape my lips.Why does it feel like my laps are burning? I felt this needy feeling against my wish.Taking my eyes toward my body, I gasped in shock. What am I doing in my birthday suit?Where are my clothes?I couldn't comprehend what was going on, I felt really confused and the strange responses my body was giving me made my heart skip.My boobs felt heavy and my nipples seemed more sensitive than ever. I grazed my tits in an attempt to inspect my nipples and check the reason for the sudden color, only to let out a soft moan.Surge of electrical current flowed down my spine at the contact and I shivered with a moan.Does thi
Lucas's pov:Everyone deserves a punishment and a reward as well. Depending on the path, you decide to track.For me, punishment is a must. Since life itself can't be so promising. Punishment or reward, life moves on and that's the most important course of living.Can't wait to get to the basement, my punishment arena.I entered the basement with a smile. I love punishing traitors. After all, I don't decide their fate, they choose to die the moment they conceive such evil thoughts of stabbing my back.She was tied up in an arm chair, her messy hair evidence that she'd receive much torture.Her skin was covered in blood and bruises as well. I like-, no loved the sight of it.Ray and my loyal men greeted me with a bow as they sensed my presence.Dorothy raised her weak head slowly, the blood dripping made it difficult to see the tears clouding her eyes.I sat on a stool in front of her, legs crossed, and admired her new look."Please spare me... I'm..so..rry," She stuttered. Her voice w
Kiara's pov:The lights went on before I could blink and I shuddered, letting my bags drop on the stair entrance.Fear.Amongst other feelings, fear gripped me the most as I stared at his domineering gaze, my heart now beating inside my stomach.His appearance was all black, a black long leather shirt that covered his legs but still exposed a little view of his Cameron shoe, a woolen scarf around his head, and cocaine between his fingers as his 60 years old eyes looked at me.A plain look, that contained everything evil. Mercilessness, cruelty, death, just anything that screamed danger.One thing about Eric which it's obvious no one else has noticed, was you could read his mind by mere looking at his eyes.And trust me, right now, I know I've broken a huge amount of trust he placed on me.Maybe I was being selfish after all. My little stupid act would have put us all in danger or maybe it already did.I looked around to see the guards as well, standing at attention with chests popped
I studied her eyes, desperately seeking solace in its warmness but I'm afraid it's gone as well. That was when I noticed, not only her smile was different. Her cheerful eyes were gone, blatantly replaced with a bloodshot gaze, laced with a tint of mockery. I wanted to doubt. Just for a moment, I so badly wanted to doubt the possibility of what I was thinking, to believe I've not been a fool all these while. But I couldn't. Because it was the truth. A painful truth my brain was calculating but my heart refused to accept. 'never make friends' 'friends make you weak and distracted' 'friends are like concealed poisons, choking you and depriving you of the little air left when you need them the most' 'friends are potential enemies…..' Eric's warnings bombarded my clouded mind, making me quiver as my eyes opened to the hurtful reality. Among other feelings, I was wholesomely disappointed. My initial fear just evaporated into thin air. I stared at Emma, as my tear hormones battled
Kiara's pov:Apparently, that blatant voice had unbelievably emerged from my tiny throat, leaving my larynx quiver with penitence afterwards.Eric scoffed, rubbing his palms together furiously. He turned to walk away or so I assumed, only to attack me with another slap, completely taking me off guard.I slumped, my soft butt kissing the hard floor. My nose bled from the galling effect and a little cut disgraced my lips.I didn't realize how many pounds of breath I struggled to contain. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure I understood anything, my mind completely went blank and I could only see dancing stars.I could feel my cheeks boil red as my face heated up. He lowered himself in front of me, using his hand to assault my jaws as he pulled my face upward to meet his fierce gaze."I warned you not to make friends," He began, "must you learn the hard way? Friends aren't special. I had to kill a so-called friend of mine because he stood in my way of success!"My eyes widened as his stat