Chapter 2

KIARA'S POV

I shut my eyes and with my hands blocked the content from touching my face. I stayed in that manner for minutes but I didn't feel my body wet. Was I hallucinating? How could the liquid I saw leaving the glass not on me yet? 

I opened my eyes to find out myself, someone had blocked the wine from splashing on me. His face isn't t clear due to his mask but his stature was great.

"Don't be harsh bitch! " he uttered the last word raucously stretching the letter. The girl snarled and left. 

"It's alright," said the man, with a charming smile. I bet his face would look good too. He does not prompt me with conflicting feelings. I felt as comfortable as I would feel beside Mila. I can see how balanced he is at the moment. 

"Thank y... " I am still saying but he turns around and leaves without another word. I don't understand what I did wrong. Maybe my gestures drive him away, I remember reading novels about a party where every gesture has its meaning. Whether you should accept someone or reject him are all with gestures. Words have no power there. I only dressed my hair that was almost covering my eyes. Should I chase after him to help him clean up the mess? ... No! , something else might happen. If this truly is the kind of party where words are powerless, he might misunderstand and think that I am interested in him

I look around, confused. I wanted to find my friend to clear up my confusion but she was nowhere to be found. All the people around me were in pairs. I was the only one alone. I felt a bit isolated.

I take another glass of wine. This will be the last, I promised myself. I wouldn't like to get drunk in this kind of atmosphere. I sip the content slowly. The feeling of wanting to be with someone disappeared.

I really wish I could be on my cozy bed right now, covering my whole body with my blanket. That feeling is all I want right now. This will be the last time I will ever let myself be persuaded and brought to a place I didn't want to be. Not by anyone, not even Mila

The atmosphere is getting tenser for me. Thanks to the glass of heaven wine in my hand. It gives me an elated feeling. I picked an interesting couple and focused on them. It's lovely watching the two love birds. Hmmm, having a boyfriend might be interesting. I never tried again since after my liaison with Micheal. He promised to stand by me but where is he now? We broke up after I denied him sex. He claimed he would never date a woman that is not sex-driven. That was when I concluded that men are really only after your pants, nothing more. It's been 3 years now. 

MATEO'S POV.

"You saw her right? , Get her for me!" I order Felix my assistant as I rush to my hotel room to change my jacket.

"The fair one with a mask?" Felix asks. I looked up at him with my stick of cigarette blowing hot. With my left hand, I hold up his Collar so tight. My blood boils in annoyance that he'd questioned me.

"Sorry boss" he apologizes with a sorry face. After so much thought I decided to let him go.

" I won't spare your fucked damn ass if she doesn't show up in thirty minutes" I made sure that his breath was almost choked with the smoke from the cigarette.

He bowed his head and exited the room. Coughing continually. I couldn't contain my anger anymore. No, I was more anxious than annoyed. I wanted to confirm what I felt earlier.

" Why the hell did I do that?" I sighed recalling how I block the wine from splashing on the masked girl. It was so much unlike myself. On normal terms even when I shot my bullets, I never cared who got hurt or killed in as much as my target goes down with them.

Lighting up yet the third stick of cigarette... I move over to the study table. Carefully I glanced through the contract file

I am already getting more uncomfortable staying in the hotel room. Soon, I would get the work done and get the information about my Parents' kidnapper. 

Earlier the day, Mr. Anderson had offered me a contract to assassinate one of his business rivals. Annoyed that he belittled me to a contract killer, and requested I kill the mother fucker with a kitchen knife instead of my newly launched gun.

I almost blatantly declined the contract but on hearing his pay, I wouldn't hesitate. What I wanted more than any other thing. He offered to use his connection and find out about what happened 11 years ago at my pack. 

I have killed hundreds of humans for this information, I couldn't afford to miss the deal. The venue was biviclub and the target was Mr. Christopher. A famous billionaire womanizer CEO. 

Just then , my phone buzzed. The caller identity was showing Mr. Anderson. I clicked on the blue botton and fixed the phone to my ear. 

"He just got in... , room 201"came  the voice at the other end u