As we enter the hall, a group of beautiful women approaches us.
«Mikael, I'm waiting to dance! It's not good for a noble man like you to make your woman wait.» One says, rubbing against him.
Another one moves between them. «She's right, let's dance together.»
He gently pushes them all away. «I'm sorry ladies, I still have a beautiful woman to my side tonight, our special guest: Miss. Dobra.»
Some of the women glare at me, some give me a fake smile, I also hear someone saying "we'll be great friends".
«Really?» A feminine voice full of anger hushes everyone. As the woman comes out of the group, I recognize her: she's the one that was talking with Mikael when I saw him for the first time. Something in her, maybe the strength she radiates, intimidates me.
Mikael whispers something to her hear, meanwhile nobody dares to talk or get close to them. I observe her: she has long, wavy dark brown hair, breathtaking amber eyes and a thin body. As Mikael bonds his arm and I put mine on his, she looks down on me and I think she has the right to do it. If Mikael is in love with her, you have no chance. Wait, I'm not going to dance with him to know him, I just want so save myself from the jail... right? The little me in my mind nods, but as soon as I meet Mikael's eyes again my heart beats harder. The little me facepalm.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBmGaCv89J
Mikael turns his back to the elegant woman and for some reason I feel important, a real special guest of the party. He takes me in the middle of the crowd, walking with agility among the dancer while I collide with every person, apologizing. When we are in our space, he rests his right hand on my back and holds my right one with his left. I automatically place my left hand on his right arm, watching the marble pavement.
«Look me in the eyes.» He order. I obey, noticing for the first time his british accent. The more I look at him, the more I want to go home with him. «Do you like my house?»
«It is awesome, sir.»
«I decorated it by myself, did I make a good job?»
«You did.»
His hand squeezes my hip. «I don't like short answers.»
«It seems you don't like anything.» I burst out involuntarily, but when I see his disapproving eye I keep protesting. «Keep your head up, don't shake my hand, give me long answers...»
«Don't enter my party without permission.»
«I thought this dance could buy your forgiveness.»
«I'm doing you a favor, do you realize this? You committed a grave crime and I asked you just a dance to forgive you everything. You seem a nice girl, stop being childish and be kind, this is the least you can do to thank me.»
He gets on my nerves, but he's totally right. While I look in his eyes suddenly the memory of him saving me from Jordan pops up like a movie inside my eyes, just for a second, then I see him again. I look at his smiling face, wide-eyed.
«Are you ok, love?» He asks, smiling. I probably look shocked... well, I am, a flashback just appeared in my mind in which I felt trapped like it was the reality. Too complicated and crazy to explain.
«Yes, I am...» I don't know what my mind was trying to tell me, but I remembered that not only he forgot me, he just saved my life from... something pricking my neck and paralyzing my body. What's happening to me? Am I dreaming? «... and I think you furnished this place very well, it seems modern and old fashioned at the same time, the sark yellow of the walls is really relaxing.»
«Thanks.»
«Did you chose the paintings too?»
«You're opening to me. Good.» He sounds satisfied when I do what he says, I would like to tell him I'm not his little girl, but I don't wanna be rude and it would also make it seem I'm wrong because he's gentle. Most importantly, I don't wanna go in jail. I suppose I have no choice, I'll be the little girl of this man for the night. «I can see the irritation in your eyes.» He smiles.
I know this is childish, but I wanna do everything to contradict him. I give him my best smile. «You didn't answer my question, Mister Blake.»
«You're right, I apologize. I didn't buy those paintings, I painted them by myself.»
«Great.» I scowl. Wanna see who's in control? Here's your war, mister. «I would be a terrible person if I lie to you about your art, so I feel the need to tell you the majority of them means nothing to me, especially the one near the entrance, the one that represents you.» I shot.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCBCGxRRjXv
He chuckles.
«It seems bad things make you happy.» I say to insult him.
«You understand me well. Diana was right, you're pretty sensitive.» He answers, leaving me stunned.
«I don't know any Diana.»
«A Diana knows you. She's one of my spies, she just searched the necessary information on you to be sure you weren't here to try to kill me.»
«You should have a lot of enemies to think that a girl without an invitation enters your party to kill you.»
«Jordan told you.» He says. Did he spy me for all the time I've been here?369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwYFZUSz8RB
«Now that you know I'm not here to kill you, why don't you let me go?»
«I still don't know why are you here.» He surprises me again.
«Is it important?»
«It is, cause you are.»
«I don't think you need to be courteous to know what you want, you are the King of this empire.»
«I know, but I want to. I never meant to get on your nerves, Katrina, you seem a sensitive yet strong girl and I would like to know you better. I know sometimes I can be difficult, but please, give me a shot. I'm sure we can become good friends.» He seems sincere.
I would like to think about it, but I spontaneously say my thoughts out loud. «If I made a good image of you in my mind, I think we are too different to be friends. You are...»
«Evil.» He interjects. «Trust me, I would be honored to ruin you, angel. If you would like to fight back, I think we'll have so much fun together.»
«I...» Suddenly other images appear in my mind and become my reality for a few seconds: my mother scolding me for Gabi's plan, my sister insulting me, me and Gabi in the Jacuzzi talking about what I want. With the images comes my thoughts and my feelings. I'm living those moments again. I try to stop my mind and Mikael's grey eyes slowly fade in my view, but soon I'm still trapped in my head. When I go back to reality, Mikael is smiling and dancing with me, everything is normal again.
«I assume you're happy with it. I can change your life, Katrina. With me you can have everything you dream: freedom, love, money... power and revenge. I'll be your hero and the villain of whoever hurts you.» His words arouse a fire in my heart. My mind goes off.
«What if I give you a chance?»
«I would handle it with kid gloves.» He promises.
The violin stop playing and we go to the bar.
«What's your favorite cocktail?» He asks, calling the barman raising a hand.
«Water. I can't drink anything else, I don't like alcohol.»
«I don't think so.» He orders two B-52 shots. As I grab mine, the barman sets fire to it and I drop it on the counter. Mikael laughs and I follow him. «You're not used to this kind of event, aren't you?»
«I rather read a book in my bed than party.» I say. I take a sip of the cocktail and I close my eyes: it has a sweet, creamy taste.
«Do you like it?»
This is way better than water and cola. «It's not bad.» I smirk. «You should be an expert on alcoholic drinks as a party organizer.»369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwW5YVRwRb
«I've been drinking for about a thousand years, I think I have good knowledge in this field.» He orders other two cocktails.
«A thousand years? You don't seem that old.»
«I love when people say this.» He beams. «Now, let's talk about you.» He says, pushing the cocktail that slides to me.
«Gabi didn't know where to hide the keys, so I put them between my boobs!» I slur. I think I drank too many cocktails. And I talked too much, enough to inform Mikael about the size of my tits.
After a long pause, my brain manages to say something sensible. «What about you?»
«What do you want to know?»
I try to remember what makes me curious about him, besides his eyes. «Jordan told me that you are so bad.»
«Judge by yourself. I don't care about who loves me, love is boring, peace is boring. I enjoy inflicting pain to my enemies, people full of hate like me. The adrenaline that a fight can give you is priceless: the power, the fear, the anger... this is what I live for.» He makes me sit on his lap.
«Hate is a form of love. If you hate someone, you care about that person.»
«That's why I often have sex after a fight with my lovers.»
I feel the heat in my cheeks. «Which is your favorite moment?»
He pulls me on his body and I let him do it, bravely running my hand in his soft curls. «The instant between the two, when you realize there's light on you. It has always been there, but you can't notice it until you meet the darkness.» His words are deep, my lucid mind would be fascinated by these.
The barman hands Mikael another drink and I take it, sticking out my tongue at him. He laughs.
«Give me that drink, Katrina.»
«No.» I sass.
His smile fades away as he glowers at me. «Katrina, I said...»
I pour all the liquid on the floor and I drop the glass that shatters. «Ops.» I say with a childish smile.
The crowd turns to us and everybody starts chatting. The barman runs to clean up. Mikael scowls at me. «You'll pay for it.»
«Can't wait.» I provoke him, sitting astride on him. The inner me is dying for the shame, but I'm too drunk to care about her or anything else besides the man under me, that gives me a big smile.
«I'm glad you came to the party, love.» He chortles.
I smile and I stand up, walking away. He grabs my arm. «Where are you going?» He pulls me back, my resistance can't win over his strength.
«I'm tired.» I answer, rubbing my eyes.
«I won't let you go home alone.»
«I'll go with my best friend, Miss. Rea.» I fling my arm to free it, but he grips it tighter. «You're hurting me.»
«Don't force me to stalk you again.»
«Fuck you.» I squeak, scratching his arm with my free one.
«I assume you were saying it to somebody else.» He growls, his grip becomes tighter again. I feel a terrible pain in my arm, I can't even move it anymore. I can't help but start crying. The tears blur my vision and I look Mikael in the eyes as the pain makes me lucid again.
«I'm sorry. Please, let me go home.» I beg him, drying my eyes. When I see his eyes clearly again, I notice an emotion in these, something similar to anger. Desire. He wipes a tear away from my face and he releases my arm. I delicately massage it and as his hand tries to reach my face again I slap it away, running in the crowd to search Gabriela, without looking back. People stare at me like I'm a monster and the sadness grows in me. After a few minutes I find Gabi drunk, kissing a stranger. I pull her by her arm out of this hell.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdiV3u6RCCr
When the cold wind caresses my face and I'm surrounded by strangers that ignore me I feel extremely better.
Gabi plants herself in front of me, looking at me with a shocked expression. «What happened?»
«I just picked the wrong guy. Can we go back to the hotel?»
«Sure, honey.» She says, caressing my face.
Me and Gabi walk and I listen to the list of guys Gabi kissed tonight.
«I would like to be sexy as much as you.» I say.
«Girl, I'm a fat bitch, you don't wanna be me, I wanna be you!» She slaps my butt and I giggle.
«She's right, you're sexy as fuck, that's why you shouldn't walk in Las Vegas alone during the night.» A young man approaches us. When Gabi hugs him, other guys enter in my view. They are a group, they seem everything but gentlemen, I would say they are rappers for their street style.
«I think we can go home alone without any problem.»
«Are you kidding me?!» Gabi bursts out. «We had a bad night, we really need those handsome knights to drive us home.» She says with a sensual voice.
«But...»
«What are we waiting for? Let's go!» Gabi walks past me.
I sigh, worried. Two men of the group take my arms and I have no choise if not follow them.
They are friendly, I admit it, but I don't like them anyway.
«Why do you go to school if you still have a job? It's useless.» Mark asks.
«I love reading, I'm a nerd.»
«Seriously? I wouldn't say that.»
I giggle. «You really think I'm sexy and not just cute?» I blush when I say "sexy".
«Yes. You're beautiful, nameless girl.» He kisses my hand and I chuckle.
«I won't tell you my name before... ahi!» Something pricks my shoulder. «What was that?»
John taps my aching skin. «There was a bee here, I think it stung you.»
«Oh my gosh, I need to disinfect it. Gabi, have you...» I notice that Gabi and the other guys aren't with us anymore.
Mark and John drive me fast in a silent, little street and I panic as I feel more tired at every step and a strange heat starts growing in me from down there.
«Where's Gabi?» I ask.
«Don't worry about her. Spread your legs for me, slut.» John snarls.
I paralyze. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
Mark violently pushes me on the wall. «Are you fucking deaf? Do it!» He rages.
That wasn't a bee, I realize before my vision blurs and I start crying, opening my legs.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnGQLOX1jH
Do I have to say something about the next chapter? Someone will obviously suffer... besides Katrina.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7GdW2h3e9
LITTLE SPOILER/CLUE: I didn't create Mikael the beast to drink a cocktail while his crush is being raped.369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQAPi9hXTsv
