Hiding My Enemy's Sassy Daughter

"Come on, Jewel! Let’s enjoy this party! No one will know it’s us!" I told my friend, Jewel, with a smirk. We’re at the Tenors' party tonight. I still can’t believe I’m partying at our enemy's place just to avoid my brothers. But hey, in this place, they’d never guess we’re here. It feels like I’m swimming in a pool full of crocodiles. But I just want to let loose—drink hard and mess around, just like my brothers do. I want to have s*x too. I want to lose my virginity already. I promised myself I’d lose it in my teenage years, but damn my overprotective brothers! They guarded me so much that now I’m 21 and still untouched. Meanwhile, they were only 13 when they started doing those things. I’m curious too, okay? And those boys? They were always too scared of my family to even come close to me. Our family is one of the most powerful mafias right now—alongside the Tenors, our sworn enemies. I hate them. They’re the reason my mother died. I’ll never forgive them. It’s not just the Tenors here tonight; they invited a lot of other families—except ours. That’s why my father threw a tantrum earlier. I just shrugged it off. They won’t know I’m here anyway, especially since I ranted earlier about how ugly this party would be. I laughed at the thought. "Anyway, let’s go to the dance floor. They won’t recognize us. It’s a masquerade party," Jewel said, grinning. I smiled widely in agreement. That’s exactly what we did. I sipped my drink, careful not to go overboard—I want to enjoy the night. I’m definitely finding someone who can satisfy me tonight. No fantasies for me this time—I want the real thing. I smirked as I felt the guys dancing around me. I wonder—if they knew who I was, would they still be grinding this close? Doubt it. They’d probably run away. Some of them looked familiar. Family friends, usually so formal with me, now acting all flirty. And, of course, Rein Tenor is here. It’s their party after all. He goes to the same university as me—and he's annoying as hell. Like every Tenor. I hate all of them. Always so cocky. None of the guys I danced with caught my interest. I kept looking for someone hot—bulky, with strong hands and sexy veins. And then, I saw him. Leaning against the upper railing, looking down at the crowd like he owned the place. My eyebrows lifted slightly, but my eyes stayed locked on him. I wasn’t even sure if he was looking at me—but I could see the veins on his hand wrapped around a drink. Even with the mask on, I could tell—this guy was definitely hot. His body said it all. I started dancing more sensually, still staring up at him. I didn’t know if he was watching, but I was determined. I wasn't letting the night end without getting a taste of him. Anyway, I doubt a poor family got an invite tonight. The Tenors only entertain the elite. That guy? Definitely not average. But I didn’t care. I wanted *him.* Target: locked. I let the guys near me dance closer. I even wrapped an arm around one of them while moving my hips, all while keeping my eyes on him. He looked in my direction for a while—until someone started talking to him. I frowned when he didn’t glance back again. No time for games. I left the dance floor and went straight upstairs. I will talk to him. I will ask him to have s*x with me. People were already getting wild—I knew he’d understand. "I’ve got my target," I said to Jewel when I found her. She was already flirting with the Tenor she liked. "Foreplay is key. Don’t go straight to s*x. Let him taste you first," Jewel whispered. I grinned. I imagined him kneeling for a woman—but with his height and size? I doubt he ever did. He looked more like the type to make girls kneel for him. I left Jewel and made my way upstairs. If the first floor looked elite, the top floor was full-on *power.* That guy… I wondered which family he belonged to—Wright, Sison, Ford, or Brown? I spotted him again, still leaning on the railing. Women surrounded him. One leaned into him, clearly drunk. He didn’t even bother catching her as she stumbled against his chest. She tried flirting—he didn’t move. I walked straight up to him, my confidence fueled by the absence of my brothers. Who knew when I’d get this chance again? "Hi. Do you want to have s*x with me?" I asked, smiling up at him. The people around us gasped. He just looked at me for a moment—his eyes scanned my body. "Me, Miss. I’m available too," the guy next to him smirked. He looked good, but he wasn’t *my* target. "Let’s go," the guy growled, raising his brows at me. Next thing I knew, I was in his car, sitting on his lap, kissing his neck. My arms were around his shoulders, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "Ah," I moaned as his fingers ignited a fire inside me, slowly squeezing my breasts. "No... Let’s not remove the mask," I whispered as he leaned in to kiss me. Then I met his gray eyes. My heart skipped. Gray eyes? The head of the Tenor family had gray eyes. "Hmm, getting scared now, woman?" His voice was pure s*x. I felt a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Of course not. No removing of masks," I said firmly. I couldn’t let this be ruined—not when I might be having s*x with my enemy. We sparked like fire meeting gasoline. I didn’t even remember how we got to a hotel room. All I knew was I was naked, burning for him. "You’re a virgin?" he asked, just before entering me. "Yeah. What are you waiting for? Are you still going to do it or not?" I asked, breathless. He paused, staring at me. "I don’t f**k virgins. I hate attachments. Girls tend to get sentimental," he said coldly. I rolled my eyes. "So? You’re not going to f**k me?" "I don’t like attachment either," I snapped. "I just wanted to lose my virginity tonight. If you’re not going to do it, I’ll find someone else." I moved to get up, but he pinned me down. "No attachment," he whispered into my ear. *No attachment.* That was the rule. If my brothers ever found out, this man would disappear by morning. They’d kill anyone who touched me. This was a one-time thing. His mouth claimed mine again—hungry, desperate. I was still the only one naked. He had only unzipped his slacks, ready to walk away once it was over. As if one round was enough. Hell no. I unbuttoned his shirt. His body was perfection. My eyes locked on the pendant around his neck—a gun coiled with a dragon. Interesting. My hands roamed over his abs. I felt his heavy breathing as I touched him. And then, I experienced the most magical night of my life. I didn’t know what time we finished. I only remembered waking up the next morning in a white t-shirt, money on the bedside table. A few hundred bucks. I smirked. The guy probably left. I didn’t care—I had a good time. Still wearing my mask, I removed it and looked for my bag. Found it easily. "f**k!" I cursed when I saw all the missed calls on my phone. I was so screwed. "Where the f**k are you, Leona?" my brother Damon yelled when I finally answered. I chuckled. “Don’t f*****g laugh. Go home now if you don’t want Father to start a war,” he growled. I hung up and threw the phone in the trash after removing the battery. If they found me here, they’d blow up the whole hotel. I ran out of the room, only to bump into someone coming out of the elevator. "Uhh, sorry," I muttered, then dashed in. As the elevator doors closed, a familiar scent lingered. That smell… Was it him?