One Night Assassin

|CHAPTER 2~Just for tonight|

|CHAPTER 2~Just for tonight|

"Not no, but hell no." Is all I say before setting down my hot chocolate with a clunk. The excited look on Veronica's face immediately fell to a scowl as soon as I spoke those words.

"It wasn't a question Luna, it was a command." She states bluntly with a smile etched on her lips, but before I could protest again, she tugs me up and off the couch in a swift movement—cutting me off from my word jumble.

"Wait, no V, I don't wanna do this. I just wanna cry while watching friends on Netflix with a tub of ice cream in my hands." I say in a whiny way while Veronica just tugs me to her room. Even with my protest, she just laughs and continues tugging at my arm. We finally make it to her room with a decent amount of time after all the trouble and agony.

"Sit." Is all she says gesturing towards the edge of the bed. I just roll my eyes before obliging and sitting down, making her smile in triumph.

"Okay, you've brought me in here, now what are you gonna do?" I say before throwing my hands up in exasperation. Veronica kneels down to my height—mere inches from my face. She just stares blankly in my eyes for a second before finally opening her mouth to speak.

"You wouldn't mind if I used heat on your hair, would you?" She says with a smirk. And at that moment, I knew exactly what she was going to do.

After about fifteen minutes of being poked and prodded with a mascara wand to being burnt with a curling iron, she finally finished—what she called 'Making me a man magnet'. Which is obvious bullshit that I'm not buying.

"Are you done yet?" I say, sounding like a child not getting her way as I rub my hands against my cheeks.

"One last piece of hair, and you're done." She says before setting the curling wand down.

"Voilá, my masterpiece is finished." She says as she kisses the tips of her fingers, only making me snort at her dramatic revelation.

"Can I look?" I say as I turn my head to look at her.

"Yup." And with that, I get off of her bed to look in the mirror. I was stunned at what I saw, from my short brown now curled hair, to my perfectly winged eyeliner that went perfectly with my hazel eyes. I for once in my life, felt kind of confident.

"Wow," I say with a smile on my face as I gently touch the end of my hair. 

"I know right, I'm a miracle worker." I see a head pop in and say over my shoulder, making me just roll my eyes before turning to face her.

"Alright, Ms. Miracles, you need to ready yourself too if you're going out tonight." I say while gesturing up and down at her.

"Please little wolf, just find a dress in my closet. I can tell you for a fact that by the time you get that dress on, I'll be fully prepped and ready to go." She says before taking her makeup bag and walking to the bathroom—leaving me there with my eyebrows raised.

This is surely the most cockiest person I knew.

I end up deciding on a silver silk spaghetti strap dress that flowed down to about mid thigh length, fitting me kind of loosely in the bust area since we don't really share the same sized breast.

"I'm ready." I yell out from the living room while slipping on a pair of flats I found. Right when I was about to yell out again, I see her strutting in with a red gown and hair tied up with a clip, making me seem like a gutter rat compared to her.

"Told you I'd be ready." Is all she said before she begins to push me out of the door.

We make it to the club within twenty minutes or so after calling a taxi to pick us up. We make it up to the club, but couldn't get right in due to the line.

"f**k this." Is all Veronica says before taking my hand and pulling me towards the front of the line—making the people that have been waiting yell in agitation.

"Veronica, what are yo-" I whisper sternly through gritted teeth, but quickly get cut off by a shushing Veronica. Right as we make it up to the line, we are greeted by a buff and may I say, very scary man, at the entrance. All Veronica does is flash her pearly white teeth at the guard before whispering something in his ear. I wasn't able to hear exactly what she said, but whatever she said, it was something that got the man to quickly lift the velvet rope—letting us in.

What did this girl just tell this man?

"What did you tell him?" I almost, barely able to even hear myself through the music that was pumping through the club.

"Oh nothing much, just that if he didn't let me in, I'd tell my brother that he couldn't live in his house anymore!" She yells over the music, amusement obvious in her tone as she spoke.

"That man lives with you?!" I yell out as Veronica pulls me towards the open bar, making the environment a little bit quieter.

Thank God, I can practically feel my ears ringing.

"Yeah, that's why he's working here. He's my big brother's friend that got thrown out of his alcoholic mom's house when he wouldn't listen to her nonsensical orders." She says all before she orders our drinks.

"Damn, that's sad, I kinda feel bad for him." I say in a concerned tone, right at the same time the bartender sets down our drinks. We get one sip into our drinks before someone taps Veronica's shoulder.

"Hey, feel like dancing?" The man handsome says as he stands over Veronica like a small dog. Instead of getting up to go dance, she gives me a will-you-be-okay look, making me chuckle at the concern she had for me.

"Are you kidding me? I'll be fine girl, go have fun!" I yell out while waving her off, she gives me a smile in thanks before taking off with the guy to the dance floor. I just sit there for a few minutes while watching the people dance on the dance floor while sipping my martini. I'd have to say, this is exactly the same way every high school party would be. I would just sit there while my friends would be off with some other people and getting drunk. While I was just there, watching the tv that you couldn't even hear over the loud music.

I'm quickly cut off from my flashback when I see a very intimidating man waving their hand at me in somewhat of an awkward manner from the other side of the bar, making me realize I've probably been staring at the man while I was daydreaming.

Dear God, have I been that caught up in my daydream that I didn't even notice I was staring at a, might I add, scarily good looking man?

After realizing I had been awkwardly staring, I hesitantly begin to wave my hand back while pressing my lips in a thin line. The man just gives me a seductive smile before going back to the beer he had been drinking. Before I could go full into thought about the man, I feel someone tap my shoulder, making me turn my chair to come face to face with a very tall and muscular man with brown hair and brown eyes—a five a-clock shadow beginning to appear on his face.

"Hey, would you care to have a dance?" The man says in a British accent, making my eyebrows go up at the sound of his voice.

"I mean, it's fine if you don't, I was just-"

"Oh, come on." I say cutting him off with a smile on my face. I pull him to the dance floor and begin to dance the best I can to music like this.

"Sorry, I'm kind of bad at this whole flirting thing!" The man yells over the music, making me laugh at his innocence. At least I'm not the only innocent one in this club.

"Its fine, I'm only here because my friend dragged me here anyway, so your not alone!" I say with a chuckle. He lets out a small chuckle as well before pulling me by the waist and turning me around—grinding me up against me.

"I think this is how we're supposed to do it." He says in my ear with my back against his chest, a hint of humor in his tone as he spoke those words, making me shake my head.

"You're not as innocent as you played yourself as, are you?" I say to the side of me so he could hear clearly, all while still dancing up against him.

"Would you be mad if I said no?" He says as he turns me around to face him. Pressing my front against him now, I just roll my eyes and scoff while looking away.

"Hey, don't be like tha-" he begins to say as he takes my chin in his hand, making me look straight into his eyes, but before he could fully get the words out, I see the man let go of me and turn due to a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, you mind if I cut in?!" I hear the other man yell over the music, making chills go down my spine at the sound of his deep voice.

"N-No man, s-she's all yours." The man stutters out in fear before running off. I just watch him run off, standing there in shock.

What the hell was that?!

"Care to dance?" Is all I hear before I turn my head to face the man in front of me. It was him, it was the same guy at the bar that I made a fool out of myself in front of. 

I don't even answer before the man turns me around and grips me tightly around the waist. He starts to run his hands up and down my body as I grind against him to the beat of the music. I could begin to feel the heat of all of it hit me like a truck, as I feel him all over me. My cheeks flaming from timidness at my erotic actions, making me turn around to face the handsome man.

"So, what's your name fiore?" The man shad with a perfect American accent, making me look at him in confusion for a while.

"You know, name, the thing you tell someone when y-" he begins to say, sarcasm leaking at every word, making me cut him off.

"No, that's not why I'm looking at you like that." I say shaking my head as he chuckles at his remark from before.

"Well, then what is the little fiore confused about then?" He says while running his hands up and down my hips, fighting the urge to bite my lip to suppress the giggle of nervousness about to come out.

"How do you speak another language, but you have such a perfect American accent?" I say with a smile tugged on the corner of my mouth.

"Ah, Sto indovinando che stai parlando di me conoscere l'italiano?" (I'm guessing you're talking about me knowing Italian?) The man says with a chuckle, making me go bug eyed at how perfectly he spoke clear Italian.

"What?" I say, now regretting the Italian language class I gave up on in high school.

"Nothing important fiore." He states before wrapping his arms around me even tighter, my sanity and self control slipping away the more he touches me. I begin to run my hands through his shaggy black hair while looking deep into his ocean blue eyes—eventually running my fingers across the scruff on his perfectly sculpted face. My body yearning to be against his in a heap of passion, a feeling I have no description of, just that I want to feel more of him.

"Hey, I never got that name." He says with a seductive smile playing on his face as his hand begins to run up my dress and on the back of my thigh, immediately making a hot puddle begin to pull between my legs.

"That's something you have to find out for yourself." I whisper softly in his ear, or as softly as I can in a club. I pull back to see the hint of danger gleaming in his deep blue orbs.

"And what about you mystery man?" I say with an arched eyebrow, making his grin only widen.

"You'll find out all in good time fiore."