Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Three

Raising her head high, she started for the entrance and was taken by a uniformed servant to the third floor, where a special room had been built for parties such as this one.

The first and the second floors were dimly lit to indicate that they were out of bounds to the guests, Shaira’s needle point heels clicked gently against the marble stairs as she made her way up.

The servant stopped at the top of the second flight of stairs, gesturing that Shaira make her way down the hallway where muted sounds of conversation and partying could be heard in the distance.

All alone now, Shaira made her way down the hallway, the click of her heels muted by the richly woven carpet laid out on the ground beneath her.

Strangely she wasn’t nervous, she had waited so long for this that her heart beat fast not out of anxiety but out of anticipation.

She just couldn’t wait!

The hallway ended in a highly arched door and as soon as she stepped in, it felt like the world slowed down.

Her appearance instantly caught people’s attention and a lot of eyes were on her but her eyes were drawn to one person only, she couldn't place his features as he was quite far but the hunger in his gaze was one that she could feel even from so far away.

She shook herself out of it though, stepping into the party, she was here on a mission.

Although, try as she might, she simply couldn’t get those hungry eyes out of her head.

Her interest and curiosity was piqued, who could it possibly be?

She quickly mingled with the members of high society at the soiree, she didn’t want to attract too much attention to herself, that would make her goal much harder to achieve.

It was hard to be discreet about digging into the death of your father after more than a decade if you became a household name.

Especially when it was quite evident that many people wanted the cause of his death to remain hidden.

After a couple hours, she broke away from the umpteenth group of people she had tried to socialise with.

It was clear to her that she really didn’t need to do much to fool these people, all she needed was to be pretty and look like she came from money and she was in.

Nobody had seriously even asked about her past, except a lady who looked familiar to Shaira but she had wisely kept her last name a secret.

No one needed to know that except the man she would marry and by then, she would have taken his last name… as well as his money and connections.

The lady had stared at her something ugly and tried to sabotage her and Alex’s conversation, a millionaire who lived on the quiet side of life and mostly attended these functions for the business potentials they had.

She had quickly put distance between her and her daughter that she had so shamelessly shoved into her conversation with Alex, and she made sure to stay very far.

Now that she had gone through her potential targets, she needed some time alone to regroup and decide which ones were the best choices so she could make her move.

As she picked up her third glass of champagne from a passing waiter, there was a niggling thought at the back of her mind.

There was someone that she hadn’t seen yet, someone that was supposed to be here.

Shaira smiled calmly when she noticed him walking in her direction.

Zavier Hale.

The youngest, self made billionaire.

He was built like a Ford model with a strikingly handsome face to match and was the most eligible bachelor currently.

She had made a good catch.

She reclined against the wall at the edge of the party, a flute of wine in her jeweled hand as she observed powerful men and exotically beautiful women mingle, lies spilling from their lips like expensive champagne.

The slit on her dress fell apart to reveal a long, slender leg which tapered off to bejeweled, black stilettos.

He walked right up to her, stepping into her personal space, pointed focus in his hypnotic grey eyes.

"You look interesting." He murmured to her, a possessive arm slipping around her waist.

"Haven’t you heard?" She smiled deliciously at him. "Interesting could mean dangerous."

He tilted her face upwards to meet his. "I like to court danger." He smirked, leaning down to claim her lips.

Shaira felt electricity crackle between them when his lips touched hers, her body melting into his as he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into the hot cavern of her mouth.

Shaira had to lean against the wall for balance when Zavier let her go, talk about ‘sweep you off your feet’ first impressions.

“How ungentlemanly of me.” Zavier murmured to her, a thumb brushing over her kiss bruised lips. “I didn’t even introduce myself.” He said, a possessive arm still around her waist, doing most of the work of keeping her off the ground than the wall was.

Shaira was still in the middle of trying to catch her breath, to her Zavier had introduced himself quite well, besides she already knew who he was.

“I’m Zavier.” He introduced himself, hunger consuming his steely grey stare.

It clicked in Shaira’s head just then why that intoxicating stare seemed so familiar, he was the first person she had been drawn to when she stepped into the hall.

She smiled a little at this, this was the best outcome she could hope for yet, it looked like she would be leaving the party in the arms of a billionaire.

She took a sip of the gold liquid sitting in the flute she had so wisely thought to place on a table beside them or they would have both been drenched,

“Shaira.”She said in a sultry voice, taking another sip of the expensive wine, letting it swirl around her tongue.

She placed the glass back on the table and tugged Zavier down to her, kissing him this time.