THE GALA (Part:2)

...ASTA...

Oh, thank God! You are here with me. It was starting to get very overwhelming.

Don't worry, just bad memories resurfacing.

I look at Kean. Draped in a Violet suit, his muscles, more Notable.

Did he wear a size smaller, so that his muscles show?

I can't with this guy. His posture is so relaxed, his purple hair slicked back, making him look more refined but can't hide his wild side. His fox-like, red eyes stare up at the staircase. I look as well.

I shift my weight to the right, feeling uncomfortable seeing Leon after a month, that's when Kean whispers to me.

"We got this."

I just nod. Like, He doesn't need to comfort me. I don't need that from him.

I need it from you.

That stick in the butt walks towards Kean and me. I was going to punch him in the face, but Kean stopped me.

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That Mandy was close to our target. If I just had her here tonight everything would have gone so much better?!

Yeah, I should calm down.

I saw him.

"Remember, don't mess this up."

A growl comes up my throat as I hear his voice , but I say nothing and turn around to face him.

"Napoleon."

I cross my arms, glaring at him. Kean has already left somewhere. And I got separated from him because I was trying to find the target.

"Not calling me Leon anywhere?"

He raises his eyebrows at me. He is calm and collected while I am seeping with anger.

"You lost that right. Now fuck off and let me focus."

"Never thought, your curses would be directed at me."

I narrow my eyes at him and lean close to his face, my eyes burning with rage.

"There is a first for everything. Now move."

I bump my shoulder with his, hard. Moving, away from him. My eyes focused on the target.

Napoleon's boss' Son.

I am an actress, remember~ I just got you a front row seat to my performance, my dear reader~

Keep your eyes on me~

When I get near the target, I gently brush my fingers on his shoulder while grabbing a glass of champagne from the table next to us.

"Hello."

My voice smooths into his ears, I make it so, he feels my breath against his skin. His brown eyes dilate as he turns to look at me. Now all his attention is on me. I smile, the one that is innocent, emitting an air of excitement around us.

"I have never seen a beauty like you in these parties. Tell me, what's your name?"

His eyes hungrily scan my body up and down. I want to roll my eyes at him. He is too easy.

I Widen my eyes and lift my hand in front of my mouth and shyly look down.

"You-You think I am pretty?"

I squeak out, showing I am caught off guard. He smirks.

Good.

"Very pretty. Now your name?"

Hm.. He wants to know my status. How should I go about this.... My dear reader?

it's a risk but let's take it.

"Mandy... I am Mandy."

"Oh it's you!"

With a hearty laugh he hugs me and I pretend to flinch.

"Remember John! We talked on tinder."

I pretend to gasp and hug him back. Making my chest press up against his, he shivers.

"Omg! We finally met. I didn't know you would recognize me!."

I make my voice airy, light with excitement, my eyes sparkle as I look at him.

So, Mandy didn't show him her face now that's a relief for me. With a corner of my eye I see Kean, walking into the backrooms with a guard. He is on the move.

John smiles smugly at me. And his eyes are focused on my chest.

Ugh.. Can I just end him now?

"Come with me! I want to show you what I promised."

I let out an oh sound as he drags me into a room, away from the ballroom.

That's news to me. Mandy didn't discuss this or- actually when I snooped on her phone I didn't see any text about this promise. So, it's something important. I sit on the sofa in the middle of the room, as he rummages through the cabinets in the room.

Now, whatever he takes out, I just need to scream as loud as I can. and he takes out-

"THIS IS HORRIBLE! Stop!! Someone please help!"

He flinches, dropping a big champagne bottle on the tiles. It shatters making a loud noise. He looks at me in confusion as I speed walks towards him and I pick up the broken part, making him grab it while pointing the Sharp end on my neck.

I cry out in terror.

"HEY!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

He yells at me, panicking, trying to free his hand from my grasp. I keep him in place as I continue to scream.

Now I might seem fragile, but I pack a punch. So it is easy to manhandle this stick of a man. I continue to scream as we hear rapid footsteps coming towards the door.

Any minute now.

Oh dear reader~ Enjoying the front row seat to my show?

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