Chapter 5 Black
Black
The night of the gala, we’re in. The theme’s pure Blue—Christmas half-masks and sexy as fuck.
I’m Daddy Santa, red hat with a white beard trim on a black half-mask, shirtless to show off my inked pecs and abs, oiled up like I’m headlining a seasonal strip club.
Red’s an elf with a green hat and pointed-ears attached to his eye mask, his lean muscles gleaming under the lights, that cocky grin promising trouble.
Green’s a reindeer with antlers on a brown eye mask, his tattoos snaking down his arms, a quiet intensity in his eyes.
All the male staff are shirtless, the women in skimpy elf outfits with glittery masks, so we blend right in.
It’s an ironic nod to our Halloween masks, and I can’t shake the feeling Blue planned it this way, like she’s daring us to show up. If she only knew.
The gala’s in full swing at Hensley’s glass mansion, all glitz and fake holiday cheer.
Chandeliers sparkle like ice, a jazz band riffs “Winter Wonderland” with a sultry twist, and rich pricks sip champagne while bidding on charity auction items they’ll never care about.
I spot Blue instantly in a slinky red dress hugging her curves like it’s painted on with her new red hair cascading down her back.
She’s moving through the crowd like she owns the place.
She’s posing as Sapphire Blake, event planner, and she’s working Hensley like a pro.
The guy’s a walking midlife crisis. He’s mid-fifties with an orangish fake tan, slicked-back hair and eyes glued to her tits.
I catch him brushing her arm as she hands him a champagne flute, his fingers lingering too long, and my fists clench around my tray.
I want to snap his wrist, but I keep it cool, passing out drinks as Daddy Santa, my mask hiding the murder I feel in my eyes.
Blue’s a fucking pro with all smiles, flirting, dropping hints about some “after-party” that’s got Hensley practically drooling.
Yesterday, during setup, I saw him corner her by the dessert table, “helping” with a centerpiece while his hand grazed her ass.
She played it off, all sugar and spice, but I could see the fire in her eyes, the kind that says she’s gonna cut his balls off the first chance she gets.
We know she’s not just here for the money, this is personal for her.
I get it completely and can’t help but marvel at how skilled she is at this.
She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m half in love with her for it.