AUTHOR'S POV
Dream Aura,
11: 20 pm
" There's no chance," Sybil muttered looking at her own reflection from up to down in her dressing table mirror as she was wearing the golden lingerie given by Lia.
That was extremely revealing. There was nothing it was covering.
'Ocean. hot balloon ride. anklet.'
She heard Lia's echoing voice in her head and licked her lips as if they were some delicious dishes.
Sorry Mummy. Sorry, Papa.
She apologized to the photo frame standing on her dressing table then wore her pink oversized hoodie pairing it with white trousers over the lingerie.
She painted her lips with a blood-red shade then took a pair of golden sandals and didn't forget to take the masquerade mask with her before going downstairs.
A red car was waiting for her outside the gate. A guy was sitting in the driving seat and rolled down the window shield. " Hi." He flashed a bright smile at her.
She was fast to recognise him. It was the same guy she saw with Lia when she first met her.
What's his name? She thought to herself.
Tonight?
Ren!
She simply smiled back and sat on the passage seat. " Seatbelt." He reminded starting the engine.
She felt his gaze on her from time to time yet chose to ignore him.
" Have some." He offered a soft drink cane.
She hesitated but took that because she was a sweating mess. " Thank you." She mumbled.
He passed her a nod. " Cool down. No one's gonna judge you there." During around twenty minutes of smooth ride, he tried to make her feel less anxious.
He surely was a f*ck boy yet he turned out to be a nice person. He instructed her some club life rules which she listened carefully to.
Soon they reached a luxury club named 'Strippers' Den'. Her heart started beating like crazy when it was time to step outside the car. Her eyes were fixed on the place she had only seen in movies.
" Let's get in." That guy opened the car door making her clinch the cane between her palms.
" Huh?" She joined her eyebrows because she supposed him to only drop her there.
" I'm a bartender here." He said showing his nameplate attached to his shirt's pocket. " Now shall we?" He asked as well as being a gentleman he offered his hand for the support.
She wiped her reddish palm on her hoodie before giving it in his big and rough ones. " Just calmly walk with me." She nodded her head obeying him.
She somewhat felt relaxed hearing that Ren worked there because even if she wasn't close to him he was the only seen face there.
When it was time to enter he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and showed the guards two entry passes.
The guards seem to recognise him and only by having a cursory glance he allowed them in.
" Keep this," Ren said handing her one of the the cards. She stopped walking as soon as she realised it was her picture on it and it was actually her Identity card but not a pass.
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MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET
Fantasy[ Story Of Misunderstanding ] [ Gory Concept ] • Mafia's Target Series Hunter King returns, now stronger, more ruthless, and undeniably crueler than before. Though a part of him has undoubtedly died, it is the weakest part- his heart. Sybil, a ball...
