Chapter 4
Aliena
Last July
“Do we have to go out tonight? Work tired me out and I’d be happy to just pass out in my uncomfortable bed,” I whine while Lily adds some last-minute touches to her makeup. She throws me an unimpressed look over her shoulder.
“People looking as good as you do right now don’t talk like that. Get up, or you’ll wrinkle the silk. We’re going tonight,” my best friend declares, leaving no room for arguments. I groan again and roll onto my back, ignoring her comment about wrinkling the dress she bought me for my birthday last year.
“Since when do you drag me out to a party? You never want to go out. That bloody Anders is changing you,” I pout.
“His name is Andrew. Don’t act like you don’t know. You’ve met him. And yes, he’s forcing me to come out of my shell like you have been doing for years. Don’t act like a baby just because you aren’t the only person influencing me anymore.” Before I can deny any motives, she shoots me a look in the mirror that tells me to keep my words to myself.
She goes on. “It will be fun, A. The host’s parties are legendary at my school and we’re VIPs since he’s one of Andrew’s best friends. Plus, you’ll love the company my boyfriend keeps.”
That last part is followed by a wink. I raise a brow. “Oh yeah? Anyone attractive you can brief me about?” I ask.
“More like everyone attractive, babe. I’m sure you’ll find someone to your liking there.”
“But they’re all preppies!” I whine again. It’s hard having a rich friend at times. While she is out getting to know the future presidents and first ladies, the only company I keep is the next generation of funerals.
“I’m a preppy and you like me just fine,” she insists, fluffing her blond hair again before pouting at the mirror. I must say, I enjoy seeing her this confident. Andrew is good for her. Not that I’d ever tell her that. Or him, Christ, no. He does not need that ego boost.
She finally turns around and eyes my starfish position on her bed. “Aliena, up! Now,” she orders. With a laugh, I comply and head to the mirror too. Great, her boyfriend is supposed to pick us up any minute now and I have bedhead. I reach for the hairbrush, but Lily stops me.
“Don’t! Leave it like that, you look hot as fuck.” She appears at my reflection’s side and rests her head on my shoulder with a wistful sigh. “God, it’s unfair how fantastic you look.” She gives me a once-over, keeps her eyes on my revealed cleavage for a long second, and then smiles bashfully. “Oh, everyone will be drooling over you there.”
I laugh and brush her off though I do give my reflection a lingering look. Red silk is molded to my body like a second skin, the cleavage drops just low enough for it to be safe to dance without a bra on, and the hem reaches just the top of my thighs .
With an outfit like that, I kept my makeup simple. Highlighter, mascara, and red lips. I smile at myself and check my teeth for stains. Lilianne groans behind me.
“I will never get over your fangs. They make me want to ask for a bite and I’m straight.” She cups my face and turns it to hers to inspect my mouth more closely. I roll my eyes.
“They’re not fangs. Just very pointy canines,” I explain for the millionth time.
“Yes, yes. Semantics.”
The sound of the doorbell interrupts the moment, and my friend releases me. I snap a quick picture of myself in the mirror before trailing after her as she heads towards the door, grabbing my heels on the way. “He walked up to the door? He couldn’t have just given you a call?” I tease her even though I find it very cute.
“He was raised well,” she tells me over her shoulder, grinning. Good for him. My best friend deserves no less than a gentleman.
She opens the door and Andrew is quick to swoop her up in a kiss. I turn away, giving them a moment of privacy as they pull away and banter playfully. “You look like a dream,” Andrew whispers to his girlfriend. Then he turns to me. “Hey, Aly. You look very lovely too.” He gives me his winning smile and I thank him with a curtsy. I only met him twice before but he seems like a good guy, so we get along well enough.
“Are you two ready? Mattheo is waiting in the car,” the man tells us. Once we’ve confirmed, we’re on our way downstairs. A slight breeze brushes against me as we exit Lilianne’s dorm building, and chills prick my skin at the comfortable sensation. The days have nearly been unbearably hot this summer but now that the sun is setting, the temperature is heavenly.
We head straight for a black Mercedes, and I smile at the sight. It’s an elegant vehicle, low and broad from the front with sexy-ass lights. As we draw closer and the driver, Mattheo, I suppose, sees us, the motor purrs to life.
I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to getting rides in cars this fancy, and dressed up as I am, I must admit I feel like some supermodel or movie star. Especially when Andrew opens the back door for me after having done the same for Lily in the passenger seat. My will to go out tonight is certainly with me now.
“You know, I really wouldn’t have minded sitting in the back with Aly,” my friend says from the front, looking back at her boyfriend.
“I know, baby. In case my troll of a friend crashes his car, you have better survival chances in the front though.” He winks at her, and the discussion is closed there. I still catch Lily’s blushing cheeks and subtle smile before she turns back to the front.
“I know how to drive!” the man at the wheel suddenly protests. Then, his hazel eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror and he winks. “I’m Mattheo, by the way. And I must say, in all the many times Lily talked about you, she never mentioned how breathtaking you are.”
“What a charmer,” I joke even as my cheeks heat. I guess Lily wasn’t exaggerating when she said I’d be intrigued tonight.
We stop at a red light and Mattheo turns in his seat to give me a slow, casual once-over. “Red looks good on you,” he finally concludes, still grinning .
I’m rescued from scrambling for a reply when Andrew pipes up. “It’s green, moron. Watch the road. You can flirt with her all night,” he tells his friend.
Mattheo turns to the front but not without mumbling, “Oh, I sure plan to.”
“Jesus Christ, Lil, you didn’t warn me that the party was at a fucking palace!” I accuse my friend under my breath, looking up at the giant apartment complex. As soon as we drove into the neighborhood where in between every house, another five could fit, I knew we were headed somewhere fancy. I just didn’t know how fancy.
“And you let me come with bedhead. If we’re about to walk into a damn cocktail party, I’ll shave off your eyebrows,” I threaten, not entirely joking.
“Relax, A. I would never trick you like that. Trust me, his parties aren’t any less wild than those you normally drag me to,” she assures me right as Andrew throws an arm over her shoulder.
“If I’d had to guess, I’d say they’re much crazier,” he adds. “No one throws parties like Sebastian, the brilliant bastard.”
I frown at the name of the host. It’s the first time they mentioned it and now my mind goes straight to the young man I met at the nursing home two weeks ago. I have to admit, it isn’t the first time my mind strays to his handsome face since then. Whenever work is slow, I imagine him walking back through the big double doors to visit his grandma. And maybe give me some tips at Cribbage and look at me with that adorable smile of his again .
It’s not every day you meet a sweet, gentle guy that’s simultaneously incredibly good-looking, after all. I think it’s fair for a girl to daydream.
“I guess I’ll be the judge of that at the end of the night,” I say, forcing my mind to stay on topic. Mattheo appears at my side, and we enter the building, only to be greeted with the sight of two buff men in suits left and right of the elevator.
Before I can question it, one of them says, “Have a good night, Sirs.” The elevator doors open and the other stranger turns to us, his stoic expression giving way to a polite smile. “And you too, ladies.” With that, the door closes and we’re heading up. I watch the glowing numbers grow bigger and bigger until we reach 11. By then, my mouth is slightly dry and I feel myself grow a little nervous.
I’m not opposed to new things, but this – Well, I have no idea what’s expecting me and the elevator doors are thick enough to not let any sound ring through. Well, that or the party is incredibly silent.
But then the doors slide open the first inch and I nearly jump at the blasting music that floods the tiny space. It’s surreal and the feeling that this is a dream only intensifies when I look ahead and see that the elevator brought us right into the apartment. Andrew and Lily walk inside, completely unfazed, and I jolt ahead too when Mattheo’s hand finds my shoulder to lead me.
There are dancing bodies everywhere. And I mean dancing, bouncing, and jumping, not the lame swaying that some people consider party-appropriate. All along the wall on the right, booze is displayed on a massive illuminated glass shelf, a long bar parting it from the dancefloor. The shelf is equipped with LEDs, each row a different, dark color while the rest of the apartment is flickering with neon lights and lasers.
Hell, how can anyone live here? This looks more like a high-end club than a home.
“Not bad, huh?” Mattheo asks me, leaning down so our faces are on the same level. Even in my five-inch heels, I have nothing on his height.
I’m sure I look starstruck, so I don’t bother playing it off. Instead, I just shake my head and feel a massive smile take over my face. Thank Lily, that beautiful goddess for dragging me along. This is where I always should have come to party.
Without thinking, I take Mattheo’s hand in mine and drag him deeper inside the crowd of strangers, eager to lose my mind in the heat of the moment. If only Mattheo didn’t stop me before I could even start, leaning down to tell me something again, “You know, I’d truly love to dance right now, Aliena, but we should say hello to the host first, no?”
I lean back and pout, giving him my best eyes as I look up through my lashes. He just chuckles.
“Fucking Seduttrice, you’re good. We’ll make a quick appearance, then we dance, okay?” he asks. And just because I am happy as hell to be here and hopeful to secure an invitation to the next party, I smile at the giant and let him lead the way. I guess it’s time to meet this mysterious Sebastian that lives in this mansion.
I’m not sure if it’s just nerves or hope that makes my stomach queasy as we walk past the lone bouncer and up the stairs, but I can feel my hands growing clammy. Partially because I’m letting a giant stranger lead me away from the party, though I’m not so worried about Mattheo. I’m more scared that I’ll make a bad impression on the host .
What if it really is Rosie’s grandson? I mean technically, he mentioned Hartford, which is where we are, and if he’s the son of the person paying for Rosie’s residency, the palace would make sense. Butterflies go off in my stomach as the pieces click into place.
God, I hope I’m right. I think. I mean, it would certainly be fun to meet the sweet young man again and another familiar face at this party wouldn’t hurt. I really can’t picture Sebastian in his white button-down among these party people though.
My questions go up in thin air as I’m led into a room down the hall on the second floor and my eyes find those hauntingly beautiful dark ones. It’s him. Oh, damn, it really is him. My cheeks blush and I smile to myself as he looks at me, recognition clear on his features. It’s good to know that I made a well enough impression that he remembers me after weeks and while I look completely different.
Mattheo lets go of my shoulder and walks toward the couch where Andrew, Sebastian, and Lilianne are already seated. He greets the host, momentarily stealing his attention. In the meantime, I walk over too, feeling uncharacteristically shy.
I force myself to stand straight and smile naturally when I stop in front of the couch, unsure about how to proceed. Like, do I shake his hand? It’s not like he’s getting to his feet to greet me as he did with Mattheo. No, he’s just sitting there, giving me an unimpressed look.
The butterflies shrivel. What the hell? Where’s that sweet smile of his? “Hey there, thanks for the invitation. The party looks like so much fun,” I greet him, trying not to let his cold stare intimidate me.
He arches a brow. “Yeah sure. And you are?” he retorts, none of the politeness of our first meeting to be found .
“That’s Aliena. You know, the best friend I never stop talking about? The one I grew up with?” Lily pipes up and I can hear her irritation. No matter how shy she is, she’s never too shy to try to stand up for me. I shoot her a quick smile and she replies with a quick nod.
The short moment of triumph is broken by Sebastian’s unimpressed voice. “Huh, doesn’t ring a bell. Do you go to our school?” he asks lazily, leaning back further into his seat. Really now? He’s going to pretend not to know me? I’m sure he remembers how I told him that I didn’t go to university or college, but worked instead. He met me there, for Christ’s sake.
But fine, if he wants to play this game, I can too. This isn’t the guy I met at the nursing home anyway. “No,” I reply, my voice dry, before taking a seat on the couch next to Lily, who leans closer to whisper something in my ear.
“I’m sorry for him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s usually not half bad,” she says. I just brush her off. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what’s gotten into him. He doesn’t like the fact that I saw him vulnerable and human when he visited his sick grandma, and now, he’s trying to make up for it by being twice the “man”. Aka, being a jerk.
I really misjudged him.
And as if my mood hadn’t soured enough, a beautiful, tall, slim woman appears next to the couch in the next moment and conveniently falls onto the host’s lap. She giggles, throws an arm over his shoulder to play with his hair, and whispers something in his ear, all the while shuffling around on his lap.
The man’s icy expression thaws and he gives her a small smirk, touching her thigh briefly. The similarity of the touch to how he flirted with me those weeks ago only makes me madder and I can feel my face burn up. Great, so this is just a regular thing for him, picking up women wherever he goes. God, I’m an idiot. I wish I hadn’t spent all that time daydreaming about him.
Suddenly, his eyes leave the pretty girl’s face and lock straight onto mine. His grin widens. And I’ve had enough. I get to my feet, smile at Mattheo, and hold out my hand to him, making sure my movements are extra sensual. If there’s something I know, it’s seducing and appealing to men. Better use that talent now.
My new friend doesn’t need more encouragement and gets to his feet, grinning like a Cheshire cat. As we walk away, there’s a new swing to my hips.
So what if the guy I had a silly little schoolyard crush on for a few days turns out to be an idiot player? I look great tonight and the party downstairs is awesome. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.
Plus, I know I didn’t imagine the host’s clenched jaw as I walked off with his friend. What can I say, I couldn’t help a small glance back at Lily. Since Sebastian was right next to her, I saw him by default.
I look up at Mattheo as we walk towards the stairs, past all the doors on the left and right. “I hope you’re ready to dance, big guy. Try to keep up.”