His Never-ending Lust

Behind the mask

Michaela’s POV

There would always be times when we wanted to go back to the past and correct the mistakes that we made, but we couldn't.

My instinct is telling me that something is off tonight. I feel unease, and my heart is beating so fast for no reason.

I walk towards my single slider tilt window that is facing the city lights, the engraved name of Jakobi is still there, on the bottom right of the window, and he never fails to put a smile on my face. I miss him so much, as much as I wanted to call him at that hour, it is quite late, especially in the province and he’s probably sleeping now. He’s my strength and one of the reasons why I never give up in life as much as I wanted to. I opened the glass window and the cold winds of the night met my face. I will be an escort for a corporate event tonight. It was stated in the contract but it was never defined what a corporate event means, and this is going to be my first time doing it. I can vividly imagine that he’s going to be a very fatty old man with some big chain necklace and pieces of jewelry. Antonio, that’s the only name I saw on the contract. And the contract signing was done in the office of Sandi yesterday, and Antonio’s driver, Alexandro, was the only one there, and I won't deny the fact that he’s a handsome gentleman. Based on my calculation and through his facial features, he’s around in his late 30s. He got those deep dark chocolate eyes that won't fail to catch anyone's attention just by looking at them, a body that is known to be built by going to the gym, and a height that is not quite normal, and by normal I mean, he’s around 5’8 feet. Yes, a kind, handsome and strongly-built gentleman.

It’s almost 8:00 in the evening, and my client’s driver is not yet here,

The coldness of the night finally registers in my brain as I notice that I am only wearing a silk black satin bathrobe without any undergarments because I hadn't yet opened the boxes and bag that Sandi brought me tonight, which came from Antonio. His driver will probably be here at 8:30, so I might as well prepare now.

I walk towards my bed where the black boxes are put on, secured by a tied red ribbon. I untied one of them and what I saw inside left my mouth open.

An engraved Alexandre Vauthier name is on the inside of the black box and I managed to hold the lightweight red silk dress that is inside, and it also included a butterfly masquerade mask. I cannot imagine that I am going to wear this tonight. And I notice a small sticky note inside with a hand-written statement that said “Impress me tonight.” - Antonio.

I don't know but I feel mixed emotions of excitement, nervousness, and fear. His penmanship is great, not cursive, and it is a neat letter angle one.

Sandi brought 4 things in particular; a black box for the dress, a Versace bag with undergarments inside, a small black box for the jewelry, and another black box for the shoes. These things are quite expensive and I am wondering if I am going to pay Antonio back for purchasing them.

I undress and I check the undergarments inside, or should I say, an undergarment only, because it only included one nude silk thong with no other things inside. Seriously? Am I going to wear this type of panties? Is this the reason why Sandi pushed me to undergo some waxing yesterday?

I check the red dress, a long one reaching my feet, and I manage to wear it. It is a plunge neck spaghetti strap dress with an open back, and my entire back can be seen, covering only my hips and my entire leg. The front also includes a very revealing side slit on my left leg with a length of 4 inches above my knee. It is accompanied by 3-inch black stilettos that are suitable for my 5’3 feet height. The dress revealed one of my two tattoos, a 2-inch rose tattoo under my right breast if I am going to raise my right arm. I opened the jewelry box and what jewelry inside struck me the most. I am not a fan of jewelry but these have to take my breath away. A tassel collarbone white-gold necklace with a diamond pendant, and is accompanied by diamond dangles, the same design as the pendant. I am now thinking twice about whether I should wear these things, because I can't bear to replace them if they're lost. This would cost me a fortune. Finishing the look with some light makeup to compliment my looks, I curled my long hair mid-back. As someone who is not used to these expensive things in life, I can say I look great tonight.

It’s 8:30 already and Alexandro is not here yet. I made myself busy by reading the Civil Code and my phone rings with a text message.

“Good evening, Ms. Shaunte. This is Alexandro. I hope you are already done and I will be outside your door for about 5 minutes to fetch you.”

I get my purse immediately, along with the mask and phone, while waiting for a knock on the door.

Someone knocks and I peep through the peephole. It’s Alexandro. And he’s wearing a black tuxedo.

I opened the door immediately and give him my sweetest forced smile to hide my nervousness as much as possible.

“Good evening, Sir.”

“Good evening, Ms. Shaunte. You look great. And by the way, no need to call me ‘Sir’, I go by the name ‘Alexandro’ or ‘Alex’, it’s up to you.”

He is a gentleman. I can see an older brother figure in him.

“Okay, got it. Alex then. Call me Michaela then, or Mik in short.” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“No, I prefer to call you Ms. Shaunte for now. By the way, just relax, your nervousness is visible. Mr. Sy is not a monster.” He said, laughing.

He get my mask and accompanied me to walk downstairs because we don’t have an elevator in the apartment. We don't even have a parking lot in the area and cars are parked just on the side of the street.

It is a cold night and the stars are illuminating the night sky. We go directly to the black car. It’s tinted so I cannot see if someone is inside. I thought Alex would open the passenger seat but he opens the back seat for me. He smiled and helps me get in.

I thought I would be alone in the backseat, but a scrutinizing human stare is looking at me that makes my heart pound. A manly yet comfortable perfume is engulfing me and this is from him. Alex went to the driver’s seat but the car had a divider between the driver’s seat and the backseat so I cannot see him in the front nor he can see me in the backseat.

I feel goosebumps. I guess this is Mr. Antonio? I did not yet wear my mask, but he did. And his physique is contrary to what I had imagined.

“You will get a stiff neck because of that body posture. Look at me, I won’t bite you, Ms. Shaunte.” He said.

That voice.

No.

This can’t be.

This is impossible.

This must be a dream.

My heart is beating so fast to the point that I want to cry.

“I guess I am audible enough for you to follow what I said.” I could see in my peripheral view that he took off his mask.

I closed my eyes and I tried to compose myself. Praying and hoping that I can be wrong with what I'm thinking now.

I never looked at him and I opened my eyes to look for the buildings that we pass through outside the car window.

He leaned forward on me, and slowly, he managed to put his chin on my right bare shoulder and his right arm went crossed over me and his hand touched my leg and then went on to grab something on my side.

“Seatbelt,” he whispered.

And he fastened my seatbelt.

Unexplainable emotions washed over me.

I buried my memories of the past, including the person whom I escaped. And hearing a familiar voice, the same voice of the person I ran away from makes myself anxious. My hands were sweating uncontrollably because of the nervousness I felt at this time.

The only thing that would confirm this thought is to look at him.

This time I faced him.

He smiled, and I was doomed.

No.

Lachlan.

“I missed you.” He bent over and kissed me.