Black Mask
1466 Words
GWENDOLYN
Audrey’s eyes went as wide as saucers as she shrieked excitedly.
The security guard led us away from the main floor, up a secluded staircase that led into a much more private space. The one-way glass railing overlooking the entire space below caught my eye.
Two men were seated in the booth, one in a black mask and the other in a blue one. Audrey soon fell into a conversation with the man on the blue mask and we realized he was the one that invited us up.
Shortly after a few whispered words, Audrey slipped away with him and I was left alone with the suspicious looking man in black.
He had not spoken a word since we stepped inside, yet my eyes kept drifting back to him for some reason. His dark brown, ruffled hair fell across his face perfectly and the tattoos peeking out from underneath his roled up sleeves and slightly unbuttoned shirt gave him a more alluring yet dangerous appearance.
“You’re trembling.” A smooth voice suddenly cut through the silence and my body jerked slightly in response.
“What?” I blinked at him, confused.
Did he just speak? I thought he was mute.
He suddenly turned and his eyes caught mine for the first time. My breath caught in my throat as his piercing grey eyes sucked me in.
A weird, electric sensation shot down my spine,
“Down there,” he said, his gaze flicked toward the main floor before returning to pin me in place, “that was either very brave or very stupid.”
His harsh voice landed like a slap, snapping me out of whatever trance I was in. I straightened my shoulders and shot him a glare,
“I don’t like bullies or entitled assholes who think No means Yes.”
“Security could have handled it,” he countered, his tone condensing like he was irriated.
“I’m a lawyer, I guess it’s a hard switch to flip off.” I shot back, a defensive edge in my voice.
A slow amused smile made the side of his lips twitch,
“A lawyer? That explains the headstrong heroism,” the last word slipped past his lips with contempt and I clenched my fists tightly by my side, biting down hard on my tongue to stop myself from taking this too far.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping, “but that still doesn’t explain why you’re trembling.”
I wasn’t. Not on the outside. But inside, every nerve was running around wildly, upset at the very idea of someone talking down on my profession.
How did he notice that?
“I’m cold.” I lied easily, too easily that the moment the words slipped past my lips, I wanted to snatch them back because it was obviously a lie.
I hated the way he was staring at me, it unnerved me and I hated that. Men didn’t have that effect on me, it was usually the other way around.
Suddenly, his gaze began to feel too intense, unbearable even, so without thinking, I rose to my feet sharply and made for the door,
“I should… find my friend.”
“You face down a man like Lars without flinching but a quiet room makes you run? I must be more terrifying than I thought.” His voice was laced with mockery, and it was enough to stop me dead in my tracks.
I spun around, a sharp reply on the tip of my tongue but those words died in my throat instantly as a gasp escaped my lips.
Somehow, he had silently moved from his seat and was now standing right behind me, so close that I could feel the heat from his body prickling against my skin.
My sudden turn brought my face directly within inches of his. My breath stop mid-way and the intoxicating scent of his perfume clouded my mind.
He smelt so f*****g good!
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way his eyes darkened, or the way those gorgeous grey eyes of his peered into mine like they could see into my soul,
Or… maybe, deep down, I just missed my fiancée, Henry,
Because for a reckless second, I stopped thinking and reached up to grab his jacket. Pulling his towering frame down to my smaller one, which should have been almost impossible if he had not allowed me, I pressed my lips against his.
The sensation that shot down my stomach was instant. He didn’t push me away, he didn’t hesitate either. His hands immediately wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as his fingers tangled in my hair, fisting it and holding me still while he took control of the kiss.
Within a few minutes, my chest was bare, my dress riding on my hips with my face pressed against the glass as he thrust into me from behind.
The s*x that followed… wasn’t gentle.
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“I’m just not sure I’m the right person for this Camille,” I said to my sister in her obscenely large kitchen, “you know I don’t play nice.”
“I’m actually counting on that. Casimir is not an easy man, he won’t give in easily, especially when I want to take full custody of Bella and most of his assets. It’s going to take a whole lot and you’re my perfect weapon.” She waved her well manicured nails as she sipped her espresso.
Miraculously, Audrey and I returned to my hotel room in one piece last night. The man in the black mask had disappeared immediately after he climaxed without a single word.
That was a first.
No one had ever spent a night with me and walked out on me afterwards, not like I had been with many men before, it has been only Henry for as far back as I could remember.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, it was nothing special to me either, besides, I was never going to see him again.
“I know it’s not my place to ask this but why are you…”
A girly squeal cut me off as a little girl rushed into the kitchen dressed in a flowery pink pyjamas. She had a wide smile on her face but the moment she saw me, she clung onto Camille’s leg like she was afraid and peeked out at me with those beautiful, striking green eyes of hers.
“Hey Bella,” I called out, my voice softening as I crouched down with a chocolate bar in hand and my hands outstretched, hoping it would make me look less intimidating like Audrey had advised this morning before I left the hotel room.
“Remember me? I’m your Auntie Gwen.”
She just stared at me with a blank look on her face before burrowing her face deeper into Camille’s night dress.
A sharp pain cut through my chest. This was the first time I would be seeing Bella physically, I’d watched her grow through Camille’s i********: page.
I was a complete stranger to her.
Suddenly, Bella’s head popped up. Her face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy as a wide smile stretched across her lips,
“Daddy!” She squealed, wriggled free from her Mom and darted past me towards the kitchen entrance.
My heart, already feeling a little bruised, softened. I turned around with a small, sympathetic smile, ready to meet the man my sister was so determined to destroy.
My smile instantly disappeared.
The man standing before me, the one that had just scooped my neice into his arms was oddly familiar, too familiar that it unnerved me.
When he glanced up and those grey eyes popped into view my heart dropped to the floor.
No! That’s not possible!
That sharp, defined jawline. That dark tailored suit…
“Ugh. Gwen, that’s Casimir.” Camille’s voice cut through the roaring sound in my ears, “Casimir, this is my sister and my attorney, Gwen.”
He looked at me but there was not one flicker of surprise or recognition.
Maybe I was just overreacting.
There was a very high chance my sister’s husband coincidentally had the same pair of eyes and was dressed the same way my one night stand was dressed last night, right?
For a minute, I let myself sigh in relief but when he spoke, it felt like a bucket of ice had just been poured on me.
“Gwendolyn, what a pleasure to finally meet…you.” He said, smoothly.
In that moment, with those eight simple words, it clicked. The world tilted, and the ground fell out from under me.
It was him and he knew!
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