SMOKE & MIRRORS

I smirked as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips were smeared with my favorite nude pink lipstick, and my crimson hair was styled back into a messy bun.

I wore a navy blue up-to-thigh split dress that had a v- neck ending just above my belly button, revealing my cleavages, I was pretty. The dress hugged every curve of my body so tightly and yet so beautifully, I didn’t mind.

I put on my sparkly navy blue high heels and finished off my outfit with a beautiful necklace that had an expensive navy blue shiny emerald in the middle of it, it was a family heirloom that I treasured so much.

Now I stood in front of the mirror with a bright smile on my face as I admired myself in the body-length mirror before me, damn, I was hot.

I took a moment to turn as I assessed every bit of myself in the mirror and boy was I not content with how I looked tonight. It was only a pity that this beautiful designer dress wouldn’t be in a state in which I could ever wear it again after tonight but well, that didn’t matter now, did it?

I didn’t think so, I smirked like the little devil I was.

A clap of hands that I could recognize from anyway pulled me out of my trance and I turned back to stare at the man standing proud behind me in his black tuxedo and a cute little bowtie around his collar.

His hair was neatly combed back and his shoes sparked and were as pointy and sharp as his mind, my smile widened as I watched his every step closer to me.

“My Queen,” his lips stretched into a smile as he handed me a glass of champagne, his glass in his other hand and I gratefully received the glass and brought it to my lips.

I took a moment to soak in the scent of this baby before finally taking a sip. I moaned as the sourness coursed through my throat and hit my temples, my eyes closed to savor the moment like it was the last.

“Thank you, my King,” I finally turned my eyes back to him.

He stepped closer and planted a soft kiss on my forehead and then my cheek and I did the same to him too.

I smiled internally at his freshly shaven face, I’d always complain about how much his beard always pricked me whenever I kissed him.

“You look so beautiful,” I frowned slightly at the slight bit of sentiment I almost thought I heard in his tone but shrugged anyway.

Being sweet and sentimental didn’t suit him at all, it didn’t suit us.

“I know,” I took another long sip from my glass and turned around again, my eyes back on the mirror and admiring my hourglass figure.

Damn, I was so perfect, it honestly annoyed me sometimes.

Sike! Fool

I smirked at the voices making noise in my head.

" Ready, princess?” he asked finally as his eyes ran up and down my body.

Of course, even he couldn’t deny how hot I was regardless of who he was. That is just how hot I was.

In response, I pulled my dress at one split end and pulled it up my thigh, revealing my black lace thigh fishnet stockings and my special custom-made golden knife tucked on the strap of the stocking, so secured that it couldn’t fall off and ruin my plans.

“let’s go get that fucker,” I didn’t wait for his response as I stormed out of the room but not before I heard his boyish chuckle, I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Sometimes, most of the time people thought that Kayden and I were lovers if not siblings, not only because of our age difference but also because the fucker looked so damn young for a person of his age.

But he was actually my dad. Yep, he was 38 and I was 23 but he was still my dad.

He and my mom had me when my mom was 18 and he was 15.

Because of that reason, I took him much more like my friend and my brother than a father and he was okay with that. The fucker still went to clubs with me, and I was okay with that,really, we even worked together, and have been since I remember.

Since Mom died, was killed is actually the correct word.

My navy blue Lamborghini came to a screeching halt in front of the Newtonia club and from the look of the many expensive sports cars parked and lined up in front of the club, I knew for sure that the club was loaded and my man was here.

My excitement grew even wider at this.

I opened the door and set one foot out followed by the other, dramatic enough to catch the attention of the people waiting in line to get into the club.

Everybody had to know that I’d arrived after all.

I smiled as I welcomed the New York night air as it slapped my cheeks lightly. Not long after that, Kayden’s black Rolls Royce slipped next to my car and he stepped out too, seizing the attention of the crowd yet again.

He came to my side, slipped his hand onto my lower back, and planted another soft kiss on my cheeks before we both walked up to the queue of people staring at us, both admiringly, envious and with hate.

But that was all they could do, stare, nobody had the balls to say anything, even when we didn’t even stand in line but just passed and the security guy just nodded our way and let us through.

Only a few people, that is, those within our circle knew about mine and Kayden’s relationship.

Others thought he was my lover, others thought he was my cousin, and others thought he was my brother, most thought we were siblings.

Not that we didn’t want people to find out anyway, we just never found the need to clarify anything.

It was my family shit so I didn’t owe any dick an explanation.

The sound of the loud music broke into my thoughts as we stepped inside the club, it was dark with red and blue LED lights everywhere, they gave it that sense of a club.

The disco balls that spun high up on the ceiling also emitted different light shades, and the club was filled to the brim with people.

I scrunched my nose and people made way for me and Kayden to pass through, the club smelt like sweat, alcohol, a bit of vanilla and cherry that was mainly masked by the alcohol, and finally the cigar smell. And I knew exactly where that was coming from.

I smiled gently at the two huge hunks standing by the door that separated this whole club from the world that lay behind those doors.

They stood expressionlessly and cold even to my charms but I knew it affected them somehow, without a word said, they opened the doors and we walked in through a slightly dimly lit hallway that had a brown expensive carpet lining it up until the room at the far end, which was my destination.

I sighed as Kayden’s arm reached my wrist, holding me back. I snapped my head to him and glared,

“make sure you keep to the plan when you get in there, don’t fuck this up,” I pulled my wrist from him, feeling annoyed.

How dare he undermine me.

“I know w-” he interjected,

“No need to act reckless, this is easy in and out, clean operation. Keep to the script and come back in one piece,” he paused, retrieving my wrist,

“Safe,” he whispered the last part more to himself than me but it just ticked me off again, I snatched my hands back from him again.

" Whatever Kayden, and pull your shit together,” I finally walked off, leaving him there,

“Sentimental bitch,” I uttered to myself.

I didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with Kayden these days, he was getting a bit too soft and sentimental, and it was annoying me.

Like what the hell?!