BIRTHDAY PARTY

A grand party was organized at house for my so-called father’s fiftieth birth anniversary. He was happy to celebrate his birthday having no idea that I was preparing for his death silently.

All the major gangs were invited as these kinds of parties serve a good medium for making bonds and deals. The loud sound of laughter, music and people chattering filled the hall.

I descended down the staircase with my dad next to me, a facade smile covering my face, I was wearing a backless black one piece with a long slit at its left showing my one leg almost bear with silver pair of sandals, he likes showcasing me everywhere he goes so, it was the best time to do it.

Cameras were flashing taking shots for tomorrow's headline, one of the biggest party of the year organised by Viatalio's celebrating the leaders birthday .

“Give them a polite smile Olivia,” I heard him speaking through his teeth. No wonder he cares about the cover page pic a lot. I inched myself closer to him whispering in his ears with malice, “Why dad are you afraid that they’ll know how much I love you ,” I stressed the word dad intentionally. He can try to control anyone but not me, I’m not an animal that he can leash. He looked at me with anger evident in his countenance but hid it before anyone could notice.

“Happy fiftieth birthday dad, wish you could celebrate the next one too.” And with this I turned my back against him leaving him with his shit people, he could enjoy his party for fuck’s sake but I’m not into his show. I walked towards the bar and took my seat at the corner in shadows where no one can see me.

“One glass of vodka,” My eyes were on him and his every movement, soon I will destroy him in pieces and he will pay for everything he did, you will regret it dad! I was alone with no one around but then I felt someone taking a seat next to me, his woody scent hit my senses, I ignored the urge to look at him then in his hoarse voice he ordered,” I’ll have the same.” And one more fucker who is here to hit on me. he will regret it.

“It looks like Miss VItalio is not interested in her own father’s birth anniversary.” A faint smile touched my lips and I turned in his direction. He was different and I was met with a pair of pure blue eyes ready to devour you in its endlessness, thick lashes, a sharp jawline and everything about his face spoke that looks are deceptive.

"Excuse me?" I acted as if I didn't know him. "Victor Amuso," He said sipping on his glass of vodka with eyes studying me like a hawk. I kept my face neutral.

Victor Amuso, son of my father’s biggest enemy, devil with a face of angel was sitting next to me interested in my business? No wonder my father believes in the fact that keep your friends closer but you enemies the closest so, he was invited.

“It looks like Mr. Amuso is a lot interested in my business,” I said giving him a sly smile and I saw evil in his eyes. He inched closer to where I was sitting sipping on his glass of vodka taking his own time to respond and I noticed how his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed. Something about him was intimidating.

“What if I say a yes?” He said in his dangerously handsome voice electrocuting me at my spot. I wasn't expecting this coming from him. I looked at him intently and saw something in his eyes.

He had motives but today wasn’t the day for it, I have things to focus on. “For sure but today isn't the day, you can enjoy the drinks, see you around,” I replied with politeness and he smirked, I ignored him and stood on my heels to leave.

“I thought I’ll ask you for a dance,” His sinful voice, I'll lie if I say he wasn't doing things to me but of course he was here to play, I stopped on my tracks and I was able to feel him walking in my direction with long confident strides.

“So should I take it as a yes,” I saw my dad looking at me from the corner of his eyes, time to piss him off.

I turned to look at him, he was wearing a black tuxedo, he was handsome! I looked shorter even with my height of 5'7 in front of him. He must be 6'2. “It won’t be nice to upset our guest.” I said offering my hands to take the lead and the devil smiled.

He took my hand in his large ones and we headed to the dance floor, I could see fury on my father’s face and I was happy.

The music played in the background with his left hand holding my right and his other hand went around my waist, his long, rough fingers brushing the back of my waist, a shiver ran down my spine with his touch but I kept my expressions stoic. I looked straight into his eyes to find out what games he was playing but there was nothing, his eyes were like empty bottomless sea and doesn't matter how deep you go, you'll find nothing and eventually you'll be lost and so was I lost in his blue.

He was a good dancer, no wonder why women are head over heels for him, He was swirling, swaying me and I was impressed “So miss Vitalio what are your interests?”

His sinful voice! I saw the way his eyes were shining with danger. For once I felt like I want to play along with him, his fire! Doesn't matter even if it burns me but I was sure I'll take him with me.

“Why are you planning to pursue your enemy’s daughter?” I challenged him and he pulled me closer without a warning. It was an unexpected move and my bosom crashed against his, my pupils enlarged as to what he was doing and then he victoriously replied seeing the astonishment on my face. He got a response from me; he wanted me to react. And I gave him.

“And I know you’ll happily agree to it just to piss you dad.” He felt happy to see me off- guard. How come he knows that I was dancing to piss my dad.

I was done with his mind games, “Don’t think that you know everything when you don’t,” I said looking in his eyes with fury. I was off-guard and feeling vulnerable in front of him was the last thing I wanted.

“Hatred is written all over face so if you want to win learn to hide it Miss Vitalio,” And he was gone taking away his warmth with him and I saw my dad, he was frustrated but not more than me, how dare he? I cared less about anyone at that moment and stood at the corner calming down my nerves and waiting for the right time to gift my father.

But something felt strange and without even looking back, I knew he was looking at me without evening blinking his eyes, he was challenging me in the open.

What a maniac! I ignored him as if I had no idea about that.