Lies or Love

Encounter

A chilly breeze swept through the thin fabrics of the gowns in which many women wore, seas of blacks and reds was all that Rodiela could see as she closed her door to her vehicle. Tapping the passenger side window, she signaled for the driver to leave. Rodiela was hit by a gust of wind and crawled ever so softly over her arms. On reflex, she grabbed her coat and hugged it closer to her body, but she could still feel the remnants of the wind even through the coat. Rodiela realized she could not make many connections or catch up with the many she had met prior. Elegant masks covered the faces of many of the guests that walked through the dark oak doors leading into the building that glowed with all the light decorations stating their very own presence.

Rodiela handed her purse and coat to one of the staff members in a dark blue suit with white masks covering their eyes. Another member of staff escorted her to the main function of the event but when the doors opened her breath caught in her throat, many people dancing on the dance floor or having discussions with one another. Staff members offered glasses of wine to those whose glasses could be potentially empty or in need of a top up. Billions floated in the middle of each table with a few floating along the roof. A beautiful chandelier hung in the center of the beautiful room, gentle music flowed through her ears giving a little sway to her hips as she accepted one of the glasses which a waiter had handed her, seeing as she was empty handed. A smile showed itself on her face as she nodded her head. Glancing around the room, she came across a man who was wearing a deep emerald suit and a black button-up shirt matching with the mask he had covering his eyes, standing in the top layer of the ballroom.

This man was stunning. He had slick black hair with not a strand out of place, it shined in the light. His jawline looked as if someone had carved him out of stone with the whitest of teeth as he smiled at his guests, this mysterious man showed so much muscle it looked as if he. He was. He was. This shirt will break at the seams. Rodiela didn’t notice until a hint of cinnamon crossed with pine trees freshly rained on strongly hit her sense of smell. Reality soon settled down on her as a slow melody played by the band had begun to start as the mystery man stood directly in front of her. She slowly trailed her eyes up and down his masculine body. In a few seconds, extra minutes caught in the man's dark green eyes caught her breath.

“Dance with me?” the gentleman asked, his voice making Rodiela’s heartbeat race faster than she could count, no words could seep through although her mouth was working. Instincts kicked in as her hand reached out to accept his, he gripped a hand around her waist, pulling her closely as their bodies molded against one another. The mystery man leant down towards her ear and huskily whispered “look at me like that and I will take you right here.”

Something in Rodiela’s brain switched on and she managed to find words and her voice to speak to the mysterious man, “Look at you like what? This” repeating the way she observed him, her tongue slid along her bottom lip in a seductive manner. A growl erupted from the man's throat as he was about to take her. Rodiela managed to slip out of his grip and make an escape to the staff members. The same staff member recognized her and handed her the coat. Rodiela gripped onto the trail of her deep royal purple dress with coat in the other hand. She could spot her driver making his way towards the pickup point. Off in the distance, the smell of cinnamon and fresh pine was becoming stronger the more time she slowed down.

After what felt like ages of breath, she managed to hop into the vehicle and take a breath she didn’t know it was. Discomfort soon settled in as the adrenaline wore off. Rodiela reached down to between her thighs thinking she must have spilt her drink or someone else, and yet her core was soaked by her p***y juices, this mystery man as a danger to her purely from the small encounter tonight.

At the house the mystery man didn’t even look at the staff, “Name”, he demanded.

“Rodiela Snow sir” the staff member responded. Even her name made him want to snatch her and have her moaning his name out all night long. Markos turned on his heel towards his office where images of Rodiela flowed through his mind as his member ached from the need to be inside of her. Markos knew he would find her and make her his. He would not leave any stone unturned, soon he would get his mystery woman and soon she would be his.