As we approached close to the already barging party, I took a close look at Linda who was sitting down in the front row.

She was fucking pretty!

She didn't have to wear that shitty makeup to look like she is. I glimpse lower from her face, feeling my pants harden at the sight of her chest. Her breast was huge than I presumed. I could imagine my lips wrapped around those juicy nippl-

Fuck!

I had to stop thinking dirty before I fucking come into my pants.

I adjust on the seat trying to calm my fucking nerves.

Once we were parked in front of the building, I open the car lock, getting down. Turning around, I see Linda already down on her feet, her back facing me. I had to resist myself from grabbing a whole lot of that ass cheek in front of me.

"Come on," I say walking towards her. Her eyes were kindled due to the building's light. I place my hands on her lower back, directing her forward.

This party was a whole different one. This was to mark the day I open my new company but in a different variant.

Andrew was coming to this one.

I had planned this essentially for this reason to finally execute him for good even though it was going to get hysterical. He ruined my trust in him and I don't see the reason for him to live longer. His abilities were getting the best of him, having the brazenness to run away from me.

Today was different because today was going to be his last day in existence.

I glance down at Linda. I could feel her warm skin in my palms, her legs fidgeting on the spot. She was nervous as hell.

"You have to calm down. I'm here with you." I tell her trying to ease her nerves. I feel her skin cool down in my touch, her chest swelling as she took in a deep breath.

Good.

Once we were in, the once sharp lights were suddenly dimmed. I scan around the room for a distinct person, the smell of debris drowns the room. I remove my hands from her waist and grab her by her wrist before pulling her gently in the midst of the drunken people. My eyes finally lands on the one person I was looking for.

"Hey, man." The easily recognizable voice of Silver takes over the backdrop noise. I open my mouth to say something but was cut short when I feel Linda's wrist slide away from my hold as she throws herself on Silver.

My breath loops at the sight, my eyes reaming holes in the skull of her head. She still manages to look short for Silver's frame.

Shawty. Chase, my demon comments.

I had to stop myself from harshly gripping Silver's hands when I see his hands trailing down her ass.

"How are you, Princess?" His voice ask. From the look of his disposition, he looked wasted. I could smell the hit of his washed-away breath from alcohol from where I stood. His eyes were not the bright ones but looked rather red either from smoking or tiredness.

I'd chosen to let Silver back but not into my house. It was better that way because I never first needed him. I thought he could be of help to me but when I noticed the impromptu closeness and the jeopardy of his irresponsible behaviour the other night, he had to go.

"Fine." Came her abrupt reply. I quickly grab her by the wrist pulling her backward so she stumbles a bit. Silver seems to discern my jealous action so he smirks.

"Glad you brought her here." He says to me before turning back to look at Linda.

"You look beautiful, princess." He complements, his eyes taking in her figure.

Already said that. Chase continues. He was more of the jealous one.

I stand tapping my foot on the facade of the well-bred tiles. I had a very important meeting to attend right now and I needed Silver to watch out for Linda for me.

"Thank you." She says beaming. I release my hold on her wrist pulling her towards Silver.

"Stay with him," I say shortly before glaring at him.

"Don't fuck up this time," I say concerning last time. I see his tooth grin, raising his left thumb in an endorsement.

I glance back at Linda to see her already staring at me. She quickly removes her gaze, her cheeks flushed from being caught.

I escape immediately, going into the abyss of the room. I turn to the right, taking a turn to where I see a light brown curtain. Walking close, I shift the curtain to the left side of the hook, my eyes met with the placid room.

There were four men outfitted in formal attire which were the soon to be contracted. I walk more distance into the room, my discernment heightening.

"You're welcome, sir." They all say in chorus. I give a faint nod, pulling out a black rolling chair and plopping on it.

"We were discussing something the other day." I begin. My eyes take in the people of the room, acknowledging the three of them from the men that came home the other day but one of them looked so unfamiliar.

I went on the ask his name. "What's your name?" I say cocking my head to take in his features. His face was inexplicably pale with the unusual dye of green on his hair. I have never seen him before.

"Name's Wick." He says smiling. I had the resist urge from mocking him for how stupid his name sounds.

"Well, hello, Wick." I greet mockingly. I see his small smile fall, his throat protruding.

"I've never seen you here before. You didn't show up last week for the application of employment."

"Was busy." He replies improving his black long tie.

"Oh. How sad." I whirl with the yellow and black pencil on the white orbicular table, my gaze fixed on the newfangled man.

"It's really not sir. I came today for another hope to app-"

"It ended last week," I say impatiently. He would have known this if he wasn't 'busy'. I didn't need people with such a mindset working me in my company. Such fools.

"Erm-" He clears his throat. "I'm sorry sir." He says painstakingly.

I kick the pencil with my thumb. "Meeting suspended," I say rolling backwards so I put my feet on the table. I watch as the men on the table rise to their feet and scurry through the curtain.

When they were gone and the silence fell in, I bring out my cellphone to send a message.

"Synn." Hearing his troubled tone, I snap my eyes to the familiar voice. I see Silver come into the room, his eyes wide opened. "We have a problem." He says falteringly.

I press the send button, putting back the phone into my jean pocket before paying my whole attention to him. What I notice at a moment was that he didn't have Linda with him which meant he left her in the middle room alone.

I send my eyes back to look him in the eye. "Where the fuck is she?" I question kicking off on my feet. I see his eyes wander the room, the suspense from him killing me.

"She's actually the problem." He says unpretentious.

"What?!"

"I'm so sorry. I just left her for a few minutes to attend to something important but came back to find her drunk."

I relax a bit hearing the trivial situation but it doesn't mean everything was alright. I only left for thirty minutes only to hear such news about her.

"You fucked up." I detonate. I walk in anticipation with large giants step to the curtain where I open it and the loud music pounding in the background floods my ear. Fist clench, I locate back from where I came through finding my way to the middle room.

The repulsive reek of alcohol and other hard drugs were mixed in the ambience. I scan the big room for the rich colour of pink, finding quite a lot of time before spontaneously berthing on a familiar one.

She was wasted.

I walk a few distances to her. She was laying on one of the white couches that were next to the kitchen. In her small fist was an empty red solo cup. Her eyes were bloodshot, finding her wide awake. Taking the red cup from her hold, I throw it on the floor. I see as her eyes widen at the touch and action as she slowly lifts herself from the couch and turns to face me.

"W-what was that for?" She asked. Her voice was slurry, her breath detained with alcohol. I knew it wasn't her fault for what she was going through but it made me wonder how much she consumed into her system.

I take her by her wrist, ignoring her question. I quickly scan her body for any injury or sign of another man's scent on her. I eventually land on her face where I see a slide of drool leaking out from the corner of her lips.

"You're drunk." I obviously say reaching out to wipe the drool off her face. Almost close, I feel the harsh impact of her hand swat my hand away causing my hand to fall back to my side.

"Don't touch me." She spat. I chuckle at her reaction. It's not every day you find something as amusing as this. Feisty.

"You threw my cup away." I hear a soft voice whine, glancing back at her fallen cup.

"It's empty and you're already wasted," I declare. I look deep into her eyes, searching for something. She wasn't in her right sense of mind. However, when I caught the small drift of smell around her, my body immediately tense up.

The known smell of Andrew.

He was here and he talked to her.

"Baby, tell me something," I say knowing how well she covertly loved when I call her pet names. "Did you talk to anymore apart from Silver?" I furrow an eyebrow as I lead her back into the meeting room. She needed to be far away from the crowd.

I spread open the brown curtain before closing the small door after me. There was a small bed at the corner of the room with a flat baldachin light standing above it. I walk her somnolent body to it, carefully placing her on the bed.

She was so going to regret this tomorrow morning when she has a hangover. But sooner or later, I knew I was going to prevent such.

"No, I didn't." She says throwing her shoes hastily on the floor and crawling deeper onto the bed.

"Except from this one man." She hiccuped half-consciously laying her head on the white pillow.

"You know him?" I ask blandly.

"Nope! He was wearing a black mask that had a hole but I couldn't make out his eyes." She yawns.

I could sense she was tired. But the skimpy information could lead to something. It means the mother fucker was right here where I wanted him. I shouldn't waste any time before I execute his existence.

"Come lay with me!" A drunken Linda says.

On the bed without clothes. Azon says.

"No," I say slumping on one of the chairs. I wasn't going to allow my dirty mind to win me over. I needed plans to get Linda back home and find Andrew. She was already half done. I could imagine her face tomorrow morning.

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I hear some noises coming from her, one of them including whining and puffing of air.

I watch her slither out of the bed as her bare feet touch the cold tiles beneath her making her way towards my direction with an aloof look on her face.

I continue to stare at her, curious to know what's going on in her head and why she was making those sounds beforehand.

When she was close enough, I feel the thick layer of skin bestride me. A heavyweight was placed on mine as she sat on my lap. Linda's leg on each side of my body.

I bring my eyes to look at her, her face burning.

Shit!

"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on.

"Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning.

"I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs.

"Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me.

"Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair.

"You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

And you're so hot when you're like this!

"Mhmm." That was all I managed to say. I don't know if she was doing this on purpose but I had to stop her before anything happens out of my will.

Taking in a sharp breath, I steady her movement retraining myself from looking at her big boobs guarded at my front.

"We need to go home but I'm going to stay back here and finish the opening." I begin taking in her facial expression.

"You're going to go home for I will call the driver to bring Abriana to come to assist you back home," I explain.

"But I don't want to go home. I wanna be with you." Her soft whine made my blood hot, everything about her was turning me vulnerable by her touch.

"Not happening." I cut the conversation short reaching out to bring out my phone. Speedily, my hands were snatched from reaching and placed on her chest.

Near her boobs.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"You have to promise me you won't call the driver to pick me. I'm not going to leave." She says unenthusiastically. I could still perceive the alcohol in her breath which proved she was still under the liquor phase.

Suddenly,

I wasn't focusing anymore, feeling something take control of me. I feel my mind drift to a far side, my mind going obscure. I had never been in this situation before but something was substituted in me in a swift. I feel my skin prick, my fangs enlarged. With a snap of a finger, I grab her by her neck, bringing it close to my lips so my lips hover.

"You've been doing things to me lately tonight." My throat was suddenly parched, my voice raspy and dark. Whenever I was under sexual tension, my body acts up in a way that allows my demon to take control. I couldn't handle being frustrated like this and now, my demons were in control and I'd let them.

I see the hair on her skin stand from my enhanced vision, her laps squeezed.

"It's my turn,"

It just got spicy xoxox❤️

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