A man sat in the bar of a big club, his hand constantly brought his glass of shaken margarita to his lips. He looked so oblivious to what was happening around him and doesn’t seem to take interest in the dancing bodies around him nor half naked waitress and totally naked stripers that were dancing on the stage with poles. He lifted his glass once more and took a long sip, draining the content of the glass immediately and passing the glass to the waiter in front of him for a refill. A hand slammed on the table, and he noticed someone standing beside him, “hello James, what’s up?” a blonde haired man asked, he looked slightly tipsy and he had his hand wrapped on the shoulder of a black haired beauty that was dressed in short leather skirt with a tank top and knee level leather boots. She was cooing in his arms and giggling, she too looked tipsy. James, the bartender smiled to him with a slight bow, “I’m good

Ava returned to her room after her father left her at the dining table like he always does. She had lost her appetite even before going over to the dining so when he left, she didn’t have to pretend that she was enjoying the meal and just pushed the plate aside and left the area. Falling on her bed on her back, she picked a pillow and hugged on her chest while staring at the ceiling. Her mind drifted in and out of what the night would be like and even though the party was for her, she wasn’t looking forward to it.Left for her, she would prefer if her father would arrange his jet for her to take her to Mexico, she would love attending one of their parties again and what’s more fun is the fact that she would be able to sing along and understand any song they sang. Just as she has been practicing her Spanish, she has also been listening to a lot of their songs and Dolores had been so kind to teach her some dance moves. The woman is a pure oriental woman and sh

Hearing that question, that voice, series of emotion flashed through Ava: Pain, anger, bliss, longing and most of all, hope. She froze, her fingers tightening on the handrail. She closed her eyes, wishing it was a dream and at the same time, not a dream. She opened her eyes and turned, expecting to see him, to see his beautiful face but what she saw was a red mask with horns. The sight scared her that she took a step back with a leap in her heart, that was definitely not what she expected to see.“Scared?” he asked, taking a step towards her now.Ava was speechless, she had almost wanted to believe that she heard wrong and he wasn’t the one, but hearing his voice again told her he was the one but why would he be wearing such a hideous mask? “What are you wearing?” she ended up asking when she got her soul back.“Oh cariño, there is this thing about masquerade ball, it’s a chance to see people as they truly are. Al

Ava stuck her face to the window throughout the four hours flight, she didn’t look at the man sitting opposite her. She loved the sight of Mexico early in the morning. It should be around six in the morning and the whole city was still asleep. Details of what happened in her past visit flashed in her mind and she found herself wishing it would be just as fun or even more.“Aren’t you tired?” she heard and finally took her face from the window to the man sitting opposite her.“No,” she replied.“We would be landing soon and you haven’t gotten any sleep, you sure you won’t be tired?” Lucian asked. He just wants to make conversation; he was tired of watching her stare out the window. He doesn’t understand what was wrong with him, when she had entered the jet with Antonio and with how they were holding hands and chatting all smiles, he had felt an unbearable pain and he was pushed to putting a bullet

Ava couldn’t believe what she heard, what is he saying, that he feels the same way for her or is it that he is just drunk and don’t know what he is saying? A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and fell on the pillow just as she felt his breath on her neck. Lucian traced his nose from her neck to her cheek and then with his hand, turned her face to him before covering her lips with his. He felt at peace at the contact with her lips, his troubled heart felt at peace as he deepened the kiss, wanting to feel every part of her more. His hand left her chin to caress her cheek and that was when he felt the liquid.He let her go then and released her lips, he stared at her and realized that her eyes were tightly shut and she was sobbing softly. He felt ashamed of himself, her words to him only but few hours ago flashed back in his mind. ‘Tie me up or take advantage of me?’ Heaven knows he didn’t want to do that but he had just missed her so