The Heiress and her Hitman

Aurelia's pov The party was booming and the only odd thing here was me. Deep down I could feel the thought of “what if I am actually the irresponsible girl they've taken me to be?” I felt drained all the time, but the only thing that could make me lighten up was this place; this environment, making me feel like I belong somewhere. I looked past the colored lights and the sound, and at that moment everything stood quiet. As I watched a man walk into the bar. “Bring more drinks!” Pamela yelled and gulped down the shot she held in her hands. “You aren't done yet?” I started going towards the table. The young man was sitting as I jumped on the sofa and gave him a drink. “Thanks pretty, this looks good,” he grinned as he took the glass cup from me and kissed my palms. “You sure like it, don't you?” I licked my lips as I drew closer to him. He has a well sculptured face, toned body, seductive glances, and am really sure I have to see what he is made of. I stared at him. Wondering why he will be so handsome and well-featured. He smiled back. And this smile sent shivers down my spine as I gulped down what I thought was a lump at the back of my throat. I had to hold myself from feeling all this. I just wanted to have fun, that's all. “So can we join the music?” I broke the silence and tension built up. He calmly nodded his head as he took my hand and led me to the stage. He wrapped his arms around my waist so gently and romantically. I held his shoulders and crossed my arm around his neck. Then he lifted my chin up a little with his other hand as he smiled so genuinely. I could literally tell that this was like a dream. Arhgggg!! I yelled in my head as I was dancing with a total stranger. I do have drinks with people I don't know at times, but his, it's different from the others. Couldn't pinpoint it, but I just want to make something out of this moment. “So what's your name?” I looked deeply, as though I was locked into his seducing eyes. “You know, answering this up straight would totally be the least interesting, and I want you, my baby girl, to find out.” I was stunned at his comment and the way he spunned me around, and I fell back into his arms. The DJ immediately started the pop dance music. And it echoed as we left to sit on our spot. I checked around to see Pamela had already started making out with a man. “So, Mr, why did you come to the club?” I chuckled as I looked at him while sipping a glass. “Isn't the club a place to clear your head and start baseless interactions?” He sounded so straight with a little calmness in his voice. “Yes it is, but it's fun out here because you are actually free to do whatever you like. You aren't bound by a strict rule or another, it's just you being you”. I noticed how restrained he was, not too doing, but he wasn't loose enough. That actually made a mark on my ego. I tried playing with the lips of my cup by drawing circles. I immediately dressed forward so close to feel his breath. “You are bold,” I said as I drew near his ear, to allow my voice to go through it. “You are used to being bold,” his hands took hers as he could see a flash of need in her eyes. “I then figured subtlety wouldn't get your attention.” I screamed in my head because it seemed like my charms were working, I then pulled back just enough to stare at him properly. “So you wanted my attention,” I let out a sinister smile there. As he caressed my palms, I felt a mixture of both pleasure and something else I hadn't felt before. It felt like we just connected. He formed a smirk with his lips as he carefully said, "Do you want mine?" His eyes held mine. “You're just so full of yourself aren't you?” I smiled as I took a slow sip out of the wine glass. At this point, I was literally flirting with my sweetheart and I didn't even know his name. “You're owing me an answer,” I said, not looking concerned about it. “Oh that! I forgot though, but I can't let you know your sweetheart's name you know” he said as I got lost in his eyes. “But, I haven't told you mine either, so we are both fair, and I ……” I got interrupted by Pamela. “Hi handsome,” she took her hands for a shake and turned to me almost immediately. “You sweet girl, why didn't you tell me you were leaving the seat? I was looking at you,” she asked, and gulped down my drink. At this point, she was drunk and not able to think properly. She collapsed beside me and became sober. “I will leave soon, Mr handsome, and you indeed made my night.” As I looked at him, I could tell deep down he had a thing for me. He smiled. “I want to see this lovely and gorgeous face here again.” He leaned in closer and just about the time we sure would have kissed with the tension building up, my phone vibrated. Not once, twice and it was persistent. I would have missed the damn call and call back, but as soon as I saw the name, Mom. I wondered why she would call me by this time; it wasn't my birthday or a family dinner or something. It was 1:am on a Thursday. I gave a cough as I signaled him I wanted to take the call. Immediately, I stood up to take it and walked outside, all the loud music and dancing, everything around me came to a halt. The phone fell from my hands as I couldn't believe this was happening. I fell back to the couch. As I held my head, I could feel his touch, trying to understand what was happening, Pamela's too but it all felt distinct. All my dreams, good times and memories came crashing. Did he just?. What exactly could have happened? Mom!.