He smiles.
And just like that, we end up taking more than fifty photos. Though most of them are similar shots, I think I’ll be able to extract at least ten good photos from them.
We reach downstairs where Leo is sitting where we left him, doing something on his phone, but his clothes have changed. Now he’s wearing an off-white shirt and a brown suit.
He gets up when he spots us. “Come out so soon? I’m surprised.”
“We are on time,” I tell him.
He walks out, acting like he doesn’t hear me. Leo is an artist, and his art is getting under people’s nerves. I want to beat him every time I meet him.
We walk towards the lift.
Leo speaks to Zoan without looking at him. “You have a few with you.”
Zoan hums in response.
We reach the place where the party is going on. Loud music and people chattering, almost shouting, welcome us.
There are a few tightly packed areas where people are dancing like it’s the last night of their lives. Some are gathering areas where small groups are sitting.
We keep walking beyond these people to an area where all the men are wearing suits and all the women are dressed elegantly.
We sit down on one of the long sofas. I look around for a while, then a waiter comes to us and gives us drinks, mocktail for me, some alcoholic drink for Zoan and Leo.
I lean towards Zoan. “Can I drink it?”
A smile instantly lights up his face. He holds my chin and kisses my lips. “Good girl.”
I blink my eyes.
He continues, “You should ask this question every time you eat or drink in public. These drinks are safe, they are prepared by our staff.”
I nod and take a sip of my mocktail. Its coolness and freshness instantly hit my throat.
A guy comes towards us and greets Zoan and Leo. They start talking about something in the same way Zoan and Leo were talking in the lift. Are they talking about some kind of smuggling? Well, I guess I’m not interested in playing that guessing game.
I look around. There are people dancing to not-so-loud music, it looks appealing.
I lean towards Zoan. “I want to dance.”
He nods, then gets up. He offers me his hand, which I take, and we approach the dance floor.
“Do you know how to dance?” I ask him.
“No. I will watch you, you could dance.”
We find our place, and the music pulls me in instantly. Zoan is standing close to me with his hands on my waist, and I’m moving my body to the rhythm. I lock my armsaround him, rubbing myself against him, and now I know how good it feels to do this. With his darkening eyes fixed on me as I move, the pleasure intensifies.
And then, in an instant, my world spins. I don’t know when my feet left the floor and when they touched it again. Zoan is holding my waist so tight it’s almost hurting. And then screams and cries fill my ears.
Zloban
She is dancing like a temptress, and I’m being tempted very well.
That’s when I spot a sudden movement in the corner of my eye, a man who has been there the whole time. My primary focus is on my Dove, but that doesn’t mean the movements of everyone around us escape my notice. I observe every little shift in posture, every arm movement, every flick of a neck.
I hold her waist, lift her up, and move her from where she is standing to the opposite direction with one hand, while taking out my gun with the other. I shoot the man in the head while dodging the bullet he fired at us.
