FIRST CHAPTER (Mazikeen Demone)
I got out of my car and gave the keys to a guy to park it in the garage. I was wearing a long one shoulder dark purple dress with silver six-inch pumps. My hair was in some kind of an up do and my makeup was brought to a minimum. I had a simple silver necklace around my neck and matching earrings. Short silver blazer was around my shoulders and my purse in my hand. I held my head high and I walked inside.
Inside everything was new and modern with classical music and people dancing around. I went to the front desk to leave my jacket and purse.
“Good evening, Miss. Can I take your belongings?” – A young lady behind the desk asked with a smile. I curtly nodded and took off my blazer and handed it over with my purse. My left shoulder and collarbone were exposed so you could clearly see my tattoo on my left collarbone but I didn’t give a shit.
“Your name, Miss?” – The lady asked.
“Demone.” – I said and her eyes bulged out when she heard my surname. I smirked and turned around to get a drink. The bartender saw me and made his way over to me.
“What can I get for you, Miss?” – He asked with a polite smile.
“Something strong.” – I replied with an emotionless face. He nodded and turned to another guest. After a few more minutes the bartender returned to me with my drink. As soon as I saw what he got me I liked him.
“One Negroni for you, Miss.” – He slipped the drink to me and I thanked him. I said to him to open a tab because I sure as hell will drink here.
I was at some fundraiser party for blind kids. Every big company as mine gets invitations. I and half of my company were here tonight to help the blind kids. I wouldn’t be here if I don’t run the company. But it would be inappropriate to send mine co-workers here and not come myself so I’m here drinking my boredom away. As if my day couldn’t get any worse some old, around fifty, a guy came to me and smiled at me. I think he wanted to look sexy but he was just a creep. He started blabbing some nonsense but all I heard was blah-blah-blah-blah. And so on. I downed my drink in two gulps and motioned for the bartender to bring me another one. As soon as the drink hit the bar surface I brought it to my lips and took a gulp. The guy still didn’t move and I turned to him and shot him the most terrifying glare. He swallowed loudly and backed off. Thank you, Lucifer! A few other men came to me but just like the first one I got rid of them with just a glare. I didn’t even need to open my mouth which was a relief. When I felt a presence next to me I was ready to glare at them but then he spoke. When I heard his voice a shiver ran down my spine and I got goose bumps all over my skin but the actual words he spoke were hilarious.
“Are you an omelette because you’re making me egg-cited.” – He said in his raspy, sexy voice and as much as his voice was sexy, his sentence was not. I started laughing, like a real laugh, which I didn’t do often, as you could imagine. My belly started hurting and tears blurred my vision. Once I calmed myself down I took a few deep breaths to even my breathing. I turned to him chuckling.
“Omelette? I am an omelette? I never heard that one before. I’ll give you credit for that.” – I said still chuckling when I remembered how stupid that sentence sounded coming from his lips.
“And I made you laugh. I think I deserve a few points for that. The whole night you were just giving glares to all of the other men that approached you.” – He said with a smile but my face returned to its usual self. Emotionless.
“Indeed you did.” – I said and took a gulp of my drink. Over the rim of my glass, I took him in. He’s tall, at least six foot four if not more and has emerald green eyes with dark brown hair. You could see his muscles beneath the tux that screamed how much time he spends in the gym. Every inch of his body is trained to perfection. He saw me looking at him and I was awarded with his slow and lazy smirk. His jaw and cheekbones were sharp and pronounced. His green eyes are accompanied with long dark lashes that would make any other woman jealous.
“Are you done eye-fucking me?” – He asked with that smirk on his face.
I looked him in the eyes and smirked myself. “No.” – I answered and once again let my eyes wander on his body. His full plump lips new stretched to a full grin. As soon as I saw him I knew who he is. His father’s company is my client. Well, it’s his company now since he took over a few months ago. He has an appointment on Monday with me. We should discuss if wants any changes of the contract his father and I made. He never saw me so I know he doesn’t know who I am but that will change on Monday. I returned my eyes on his and sighed.
“Now I’m done.” – I took another gulp and saw my glass is empty. I motioned for the bartender and he brought me another one immediately.
“Put it on me.” – He said to the bartender. He then looked back at me.
“I’m –.” – He started while extending his arm out for me to shake.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Collins.” – I said back and saw how he drew back in surprise. Look of pure amusement was on my face as I watched him get over his shocked state.
“You knew who I am?” – He asked and I nodded in conferment.
“And if I may ask, what’s your name, Miss?” – He retaliated.
“Well, you may ask but that doesn’t mean I’ll give you an answer.” – I countered and took a sip of my drink. He shook his head and smiled. I put the glass down on the bar surface and then moved it a few millimetres to the right and when I was satisfied I looked back at Arian.
“You’re not going to tell me your name?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough.” – I said and downed my drink.
“Will you go out with me on a drink?” – He asked. I shook my head and got up from the chair I was sitting on.
“Sorry, work day tomorrow.”
“But you’re drinking now, why not do the same just somewhere else?” – I smirked and looked up at him. We were standing chest to chest and I had to crane my neck back to see his face.
“I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Collins.” – And with that, I went to donate the money and was on my way home.
My penthouse was on the seventy-fifth floor of my own building. The floor is made of dark brown wood and the walls are painted with grey and a little bit of ruby red and black. On the left wall are six pictures. Each one of them is a picture of a naked couple in a different kind of embrace. Furniture is a match to the walls. Couches are black to point out the black of the walls with ruby red pillows and armchairs are grey. I have three couches and four armchairs all around the living room. The carpets around the couches and the armchairs are red to point out the red on the walls. There are huge windows, floor to ceiling, all around the living room and kitchen. Kitchen has all of the best tools and machines you could only dream of. Cabinets and drawers are grey and red that matched the only crimson red wall in the kitchen. In the kitchen is an island with eight modern black bar stools. The island is made of black marble and the kitchen top around the sink is a mix of grey and white marble. The island and the kitchen top are one across the other. All in all my place was really nice.
I went to my room to shower and change in some sweatpants and a T-shirt. I let my long hair fall down to my ass and combed through it and then took my makeup off. When I was done I went to my study to do some work for tomorrow. I opened a file of Arian’s company and chuckled as I imagined his face the next day when he finds out who I am.
After a few hours of work, I finally felt tired so I went to my bed and fell asleep.
I know. I know. Don't kill me.
I started new, like I said, but will change a lot of things so I thought it's better to start over. I posted the news on my wall, but to those who read my book I will say again. I took my story down and I'm starting with new edited chapters.
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