I opened my door and i almost peed on myself when I saw the giant infront of me dressed in a black suit
"Ma'am,boss said you should get ready,by 8 his taking you out" he stretched a shopping bag to me and I hesitantly accepted it,i immediately closed my door and locked it
The money the hotel makes have been piling up in my account,the bank even called me in for questioning but mysteriously they called apologising and said i shouldn't worry.
I checked inside the shopping bag from Chanel and a gown was sitting inside,red.there's no way am accepting this and no way am going to a stupid date with him but this might also be my chance to meet the Devil
If I tell drey he wouldn't let me
(Later in the evening)
Grace was at her baby sitter,I don't want her knowing about this too,it's already 7 and I had already start getting ready,i put on the red dress. The red was deep and deliberate, the kind that reminded me of dried wine… or blood, depending on how long you stared. As I stepped into it, the silk-crepe slid over my skin with chilling precision, molding to me without warmth. It didn't comfort me. It claimed me.
The square neckline framed my throat,bare, exposed, intentional. A vulnerable place dressed up as elegance. The straps lay still on my shoulders, perfectly balanced, perfectly controlled. Chanel had a way of turning restraint into menace, and tonight, I needed that discipline more than softness.
When I moved, the slit opened slowly, revealing my leg in measured flashes. Nothing about the dress begged. Everything about it calculated. The hem brushed the floor like a quiet warning, whispering that I was not here to be handled carelessly.
He had watched me from shadows and screens.
He had memorized me without permission.
Tonight, I would let him see me fully, deliberately, on my terms.
I pinned my braids back, exposing my neck, my pulse. If he wanted danger, I would meet him dressed as one. In the mirror, the woman staring back at me didn't look afraid. She looked sharpened. Prepared.
I knew what he was.
But as I slipped on my heels and reached for the door, a slow, dangerous truth settled in my chest:
I wasn't walking into the lion's den.
I was stepping into the dark to see
which of us would devour the other first.
A limousine was waiting outside for me already,the door was open and i gently went in with my head high,no way am showing any form of weakness
Soon we arrived at a very luxurious restaurant,The restaurant was the kind of place money alone could not buy access to.
Hidden behind an unmarked entrance and guarded by quiet discretion, it revealed itself like a private kingdom the moment the doors opened. The air inside was cool and perfumed faintly with truffle and rare wine, the kind of scent that spoke of indulgence refined to cruelty. Every surface gleamed,polished black marble floors veined with gold, walls dressed in hand finished silk panels that absorbed sound and secrets in equal measure.
Lighting was low and intentional, cascading from sculptural chandeliers of cut crystal and brushed gold, each one a commissioned piece, not decoration but declaration. The tables were spaced far apart distance bought with obscene amounts of money,allowing conversations to remain private and protected.
Leather chairs hugged the body with subtle dominance, crafted to be as comfortable as they were commanding. The tables were dressed in crisp white linen so fine it felt sinful to touch, set with gold-rimmed porcelain and hand-blown crystal glasses that caught the light like jewels. Nothing clinked. Nothing scraped. Even sound had been disciplined here.
Behind glass walls, a world renowned chef ruled the open kitchen like a sovereign, every movement precise, every dish plated with the reverence of art meant to be consumed once and never forgotten. The menu did not list prices. Those who needed to ask did not belong.
Soft classical music drifted through the space,live, discreet, flawless while servers moved like shadows in tailored black, anticipating needs before they were spoken. Every glance was measured. Every step intentional. Privacy was not a courtesy here; it was an expectation.
This was not a place people came to celebrate.
It was where power met power, where deals were sealed in murmurs, where dangerous men dined knowing nothing here would ever be overheard, remembered, or forgiven.
And as i stepped fully inside, heels echoing softly against marble, i felt extremely nervous,no one only servers and that means that it's been booked out for our meeting or date whatever
A server led me to our table and asked what I wanted,I requested for water.The bastard isn't even here yet,who does he even think he is
10 minutes passed and I was impatiently sipping on my water when the atmosphere in the room changed,His footsteps echoed as he stepped in,he moved with flawless power and grace,he looked so much different than last time we saw,he was extremely good looking but now Im convinced this man is a descendant of God.
He was dressed in a well tailored suit but he wasn't even wearing the suit jacket,he was wearing a black rich packet shirt with 3 buttons undone
"Jesus"I murmured as I gulped in all my water,my courage flying out the window
He sat down gracefully before me and it's very obvious this man commands a lot of power and respect,I avoided looking at him as I stared at the table instead
"Look up"he commanded sternly and i shockingly obeyed immediately
"You don't get to tell me what to do"i said angrily
"You're mine,if I tell you jump you jump, and if I tell you to kiss my feet you do just that"he said coldly and I looked at him in disbelief
"Why am I here"i asked firmly but he ignored me and began to order,he even ordered for me without my consent or asking me what I wanted instead.
"Eat"he commanded and i know this is going to be a very long night.