It was way past twelve am when Emily walked in hand in hand with Cheryl, the previously well illuminated ballroom with bright dancing chandeliers had now been replaced with disco lights and dancing strobe lights, giving the aura of a night club.
The large ballroom was now packed with dancing people, dressed intricately in flowing dresses and complicated mask hovering over their eyes, masking their identity, flaws and carefully hidden imperfections. It was a fun sight to behold.The air buzzed with an electric energy as the party guest donned their exquisite mask, their identities hidden behind a veil of mystery. The room was instantly alive with a symphony of laughter, whispers and the gentle rustle of elegant attires.For Emily, the atmosphere felt thick with emotions, as if all the secrets and desires were swirling around like invisible threads. There was a soft glow of candle lights dancing on the wall, casting enchanting shadows that playfully teased the senses. With every step she took with her silver stiletto heels, she could feel the pulsating rhythm of the music urging her to lose herself in the night festivities.Immediately, both of them went straight to the open bar knocking back shots of vodka till their brains danced in a frenzy and Emily squealed, her face lighting up instantly when the alcohol burned the back of her throat. Their laughter echoed through the air, mingling with the infectious beats of music. Soon enough they joined the sea of people on the dance floor, hands thrown up in the air as they swayed their bodies to the rhythm of the music.“I didn’t know rich people could party like this” Cheryl yelled over the music, little beads of sweats already streaked across her forehead.“Righttt, I want to get more drinks, I’ll be right back. I don’t think I’m drunk enough” Emily yelled back, she wanted to push her limits because nights like this came once for people like her. She staggered her way back to the bar and landing on a stool to steady herself. Her vision doubled already and it took maximum effort to steady herself but still she didn’t feel done yet, she didn’t feel drunk enough yet. Taking the drinks from the bartender, she attempted to return back to the dance floor but her foot caught at the end of her dress and she slipped crashing on an unsuspecting gentleman, her drinks instantly spilling on him, thankfully his black suit was dark enough to conceal the wet patches. She looked at the masked stranger mortified but felt too wasted to say anything, so her hands went up to her mouth“Oops” she managed, burping afterwards.“Oops?” his voice felt laced with anger as he grabbed her by the wrist, but Emily was too drunk to decipher.“I mean I’m sorry” she slurred although still bearing an amused look on her face “and let go of me” she pulled her hands out of his grip. Immediately, he took off his mask, laying it on the countertop before them, he had expected her to do the same but instead she stared blankly at him, her eyes twinkling drunkenly behind those silver masks.“You do know who I am, don’t you?” he asked when the silence between had graduated from necessary to awkward.“Justin Bieber?” Emily giggled, moving towards him but she still managed to keep a safe distance“Omg, you’re Justin Beiber”“Who are you?” the man asked with a puzzled look on his face, a hint of amusement smeared on his face as he watched the mysterious hot girl gush over a supposed Justin Beiber when he was supposed to be Jackson Hutton, he couldn’t deny it, a part of his ego was suffering deeply.“Emily Walker, who are you?”“It doesn’t matter, Emily” he said, guiding her back to the stool noticing that she was struggling to keep her balance, he attempted to take of her masks to see her face and satisfy his curiosity but she had a stronger grip on him, her hidden eyes bearing some sort of seriousness to them.“Don’t” she whispered “It’s supposed to be a secret, don’t you enjoy a little mystery Justin Beiber?”She could her feel her head turning in circles, her thoughts swirled in a tipsy haze as this handsome stranger led her to a chair. Her inhibitions were fading and a strange excitement tingled through her veins. She was captivated by his charm but still there was an alarm ringing at the back of her head that this wasn’t real, and there was nothing hold unto because it would slip away, just like every other dream she’s had.“Who are you, Emily?” Jackson asked again, his thoughts danced with intrigue as he tried to cope with the mystery. Curiosity sparked within him with this strange girl who didn’t know who he was.“What do you mean?”“Who are you, what do you do, who’s your family, how do you happen to be here?”Emily stayed pensive for a moment knowing fully well she couldn’t answer those questions, instead she let her inhibitions drop lower. She damned all consequences when she pulled him by his tie towards her. He was just a breath away from her, his dark eyes piercing into her even in the poorly illuminated room with dancing lights that messed with her drunken vision.Her heart thundered behind her chest when he placed a lazy hand on her waist pulling her closer to him till her body was totally touching his. There was nothing left to do but completely cover the space between and she didn’t need to try because in a second he crashed his lips into hers.The room stilledThe music sounded like murmursIt was her first kiss and she had it with a handsome stranger at a masked party.It was the perfect end to her dreamShe broke the kiss, her heart thundering loud behind her chest and she could hear it amidst the loud music but she enjoyed the anonymity that she wore, that way she cancelled all chances for him to find her. She replayed the scenario in her drunken mind to remind herself that it was all real. Her inability to resist his overwhelming allure, while she closed the gap between them, drawn in by the enchantment of the night. The music swirling around them, offering a backdrop of hidden desires, as their lips brushed together in a stolen moment of passion. The mystery of her mask making their encounter all the more tantalizing and enthralling.But reality had begin to set in and she needed to wake up, she needed to turn away to avoiding diving deeper into the enigmatic aura that surrounded this handsome stranger.“I need to go” she said loudly due to the music and realizing she had left Cheryl for too long and she needed to go back, with or without the drink.“Don’t” Jackson held unto her
Emily woke up in a start, feeling disheveled and a blinding headache striking her suddenly that she winced in pain. The events of the previous night, although blurry were rolling in and she felt repulsed at how much alcohol she drank. She quickly gazed around her room and her clothes were strewn about and she groaned trying to recollect herself. In the hushed tranquility of her room, she allowed her mind wander back to the enchanted part where anonymity and allure intertwined. The memory of the masked faces, each shrouded in secrecy, dances around her like ethereal apparitions, whispering secrets but not yet unveiled.With each recollection, Emily’s senses began to come alive, weaving a tapestry of vivid impressions. She could still feel the velvet touch of his lips against hers.The handsome strangerIt felt like a delicate symphony of warmth and yearning. In her mind’s eye, she could imagine the twinkle of evening stars reflecting in his eyes, those enigmatic pools of mystery that
Emily sat somberly in Ethan’s car while he drove her to the hospital, she had searched the whole ballroom frantically yet the silver bangle with a crimson gemstone was nowhere in site. She felt downcast and sad, and she wondered how she was going to let Orion know she had misplaced a precious antique bracelet he had given her. Had someone picked it? Or had it somehow fallen into the hands of the mysterious stranger she had kissed, she stayed baffled with her mind turning in circles and the weird guy pulling her out of her train of thoughts when she only just realized he still hadn’t told her his name.“Was the bracelet a gift from your boyfriend?” he asked her, his eyes fixed on the road and she turned to face him“You still haven’t told me your name, you could be a serial killer for all I know” she said instead and he chuckled glancing at her from his side eye.“Fine, I’m Ethan” he told her “Ethan Jacobs.Ethan wasn’t entirely sure why he lied but a sense of guilt suddenly settled
The sleek, glass-encased boardroom buzzed with anticipation as the morning sun poured through floor-to ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany table. Ethan Hatton stood at the head of the room, his charcoal gray suit crisply tailored to perfection and a shield against the brewing chaos, exuding an air of confidence, yet his heart fluttered with nervousness. Before him sat a group of potential investors, with their eyes sharp and calculating, their expressions guarded. Their presence alone commanded respect, an assembly of power and wealth that Ethan had been associated with all his life. He stared at them, although his eyes were fixed anywhere but them. He knew he had to bag this deal, he knew that securing their financial backing would bring Hatton Tech startup to unimaginable heights and he needed to be the brain behind it, but their terms were far more intricate than he needed them to be.The room fell into a hushed silence as the lead investor, Mr. Thompson,
Ethan Hatton had received several images and a text messages from his publicist, Nicholas Smith. They were pictures of himself and Emily, coming out of The Luxe hotel and also at the restaurant with the head line ‘Billionaire son and common girl; Who’s the mystery girl?”“The media is going to release this, should we block it” Nicholas had sent.Ethan stared at the pictures and text for a second, he weighed the pros and cons of the media releasing these pictures with that headline and the only con he could think about was lying to Emily about his name and he didn’t want her to find out through the media. But then, if the media releases this, it could push an idea of him getting married and secure the deal a lot of faster.“No, let them release it” he sent back to Nicholas. He would find Emily and explain to her later and he would ask her to marry him, he liked her decently enough but for that moment he had to go back to the board meeting to repair the damage Jackson had caused, that s
The sun dipped below the horizon when Emily Walker finally got off her shift and agreed to meet with Ethan. She claimed she needed time to process everything that was suddenly going on. In the heart of the enchanting metropolis, the air was thick with anticipation as she sat with him in a lonely park. The shadows grew longer and secrets danced in the fading light. It was a delicate hour that felt like fate was weaving its intricate tapestry.Emily gazed at Ethan Hatton, whom she thought she knew as Ethan Jacob but apparently he was not. He lied to her. Her eyes searching for answers in the depth of his troubled gaze. Her heart, once ablaze with admiration, now flickered with uncertainty.“You’re Hatton? You’re the Ethan Hatton? You’re a billionaire?” she asked him, her voice laced with confusion, her eyes dancing about.“The Rolls Royce didn’t do it for you?” he asked back and noticing her frown he softened his look.“Why did you lie to me?”Ethan still clad in his tailored suit took
It was the next, a day before Ethan Hatton had issued for the press release of his engagement so he had arranged a date with Emily to discuss all the terms of their marriage. It was in the evening, as the sun began its descent, casting its usual warm golden hue across the city. They both found themselves seated in a cozy corner booth at a trendy restaurant that offered a bit of privacy. Ethan looked suave and impeccably dressed, his dark hair neatly styled and those piercing eyes never missing the hint of mischief in them, while Emily hopped in her most elegant dress in her little wardrobe, a flowing a flowering dress that exposed the curve of her shoulders, highlighting delicate spots that drew Ethan’s attention.Nervously, Emily fiddled with her silverware, stealing glances at Ethan, her head still sending off alarms but she chose to ignore them “So, um Ethan, shall we discuss the terms of our….. contract marriage?”Ethan leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips
“Anita?” Ethan had called again, when he noticed she was the one, her presence threatening to shatter the tranquility of the evening. A mix of emotions flooding Ethan’s mind – disbelief, frustration and somehow there was a tinge of guilt wedged in there, but he managed to conceal it all so perfectly and keep his expression stoic. Anita James had clearly said she didn’t want to marry him, he had even offered a contract marriage and they could split after a few months but she had vehemently refused, and now she was here? He couldn’t process it, the mix of emotions flowing through him, it was even harder to ignore the confused expression plastered on Emily’s face, he threw an apologetic look her way. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was about to unfold. From what he knew, Anita James could be extremely difficult to deal with.Anita’s gaze locked with Ethan, a hint of defiance and jealousy lingering in her eyes, the ring still on her finger.“Ethan” she called, still with