I jump at the sight of him pulling up his mask which elicits a small smirk. I hardly have time to focus on the details before he begins to lean in. Our lips brush ever so slightly and I shudder at the contact.
"Ghost, Don't," I say in a harsh tone, warning him.
He smirks and crashes his lips into mine. I expected him to be aggressive, though he's anything but. His lips are soft against mine, almost like he's afraid to hurt me. I fight the sensation brewing in my stomach, one that begs me to let go and enjoy this. To say he’s a bad kisser would be a lie. He pushes his tongue out and slides it across mine, before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. As if on instinct, I moan in response causing him to freeze. As quicklyas he stops kissing me, he starts again. His hand slowly slides up my body until it wraps around my throat.
"Fuck it," is all I manage to say before kissing him back harshly. I force myself against his hands that work as binds, attempting to keep me in place.
He finally lets go of the restraints, allowing me to place them on either side of his face. Just as I am about to grab his mask, he takes my hands back and waves a finger in my face.
"Until next time." He says before I am left panting in the dark and he is nowhere to be seen. A Ghost in the night.
Chapter Six
Don’t Blink
*TWO MONTHS LATER*
My mind has not settled since that night. His lips on mine. The way he gripped my body with such control...I fucking hate him. The fact that he had the audacity to kiss me. Hewants to play mind games but I refuse to be a part of them. I amLa Sirenafor fuck’s sake, not some weak minded girl. Preparing myself for today's meetings, I dress in a red long sleeved blouse with ruffles on the neckline. Complimenting the top, I pair it with a black pencil skirt and matching ankle high heels. Adding jewelry to finish off the look before leaving my room, I head to the garage. I pull my keys off the wall and call out for Token; he rounds the corner while wagging his tail. With a pat, he and I climb into my car and make our way to the office. Pulling into my VIP parking spot, I step out of the car and beckon Token to follow. We head towards the doors of my family’s metallic business tower. The expansive privacy windows only add to the reflection, blinding you with rays of light that dance off of it. Entering the lobby we earn shocked expressions from onlookers.I mean, who wouldn't stare at the sight of an almost one hundred pound dog walking into an office building?We enter the elevator swiftly and I play with his two inch thick studded collar out of boredom. The doors slide open and we glide towards the meeting room. With my hand on the door I look at Token.
"Give em’ hell, boy."
In one swift motion the doors swing open and we enter the room in strides. I earn confused and even scared looks; I smirk at the thought. Finding my place at the head of the table next to my father, all eyes are on me.
"Everly, why do you always do this?" My father groans frustratedly while rubbing his eyes with one hand. His exhaustion for my antics is duly noted.
I smile at him before responding coolly, "For dramatic effect. Well… and incentive of course." My father rolls his eyes in response.
I shoot Token a look, a clear order behind it. He lays down without hesitation. Settling in my seat and situating my belongings, I turn my full attention to the table of men before me.
"Let's get started. Shall we?"
"Yes. You all have joined us for this meeting to discuss alliances built during the gala. George, please start for us." My father’s voice carries with authority. A short, stumpy man carries the conversation for a while.
I tune in and out until my ears perk at the nameMikaelson. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" All eyes turn to me.
"My apologies Ms. Beretta. We were discussing the treaty presented to us by the Mikaelson family." My eyes go wide as all thoughts travel to Blake.Was this his doing?
"Who requested this?! What are the clauses?!" I question him forcefully.
His response is cut short as my father's secretary bursts into the room, approaching him with haste. He whispers into his ear far too low to make out the words. A smirk grows on my father's face as confusion rests on mine, leaving my curiosity to grow.
My father abruptly turns to me, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"This should be interesting."
Seconds later the doors open and Dominic Mikaelson comes striding in. I am in utter shock as I take in his appearance. His salt and pepper hair is laid back smoothly. He runs his fingers through the strands while approaching the table, leading me to question if this movement is a nervous habit or done on instinct. It is at this moment that I take notice ofhis vantablack suit and the situation before me settles; The Don of the French Mafia stands mere feet from my father.
"Dominic. To what do we owe the pleasure?" My father stands before shaking his hand.
"Roman. I heard you would be discussing our treaty during this meeting and I found it the perfect time to state my case." His words only deepen my confusion. My eyes never leave him as he finds an open seat across from me.
"Since all the board members are here, I think that would be appropriate. Go ahead." My father beckons just before reclaiming his seat.
"An idea came to me the night of the gala, one that would end the hostility between our families. Our children have chemistry; That much was clear when they shared a dance. There's a common enemy on the horizon and in order to eradicate them, we would like to form an alliance." He finishes.
"How do you figure this plan will be executed?" There is a guarded tone to my father’s voice.
Dominic's brows furrow while pondering the thought.
