Men Behind The Mask の小説・ストーリー

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

Well, they're pretty much like the heirs. "Welcome back, Midnight, and it's been a while. You too, Zithea, you're always here in the headquarters, yet for some reason, I don't see you around," Vera said to them. "Humph, I'm not interested in being here," Midnight said coldly while Zithea was laughing silently. "I'm busy, Vera. Now leave Midnight alone. You know how much annoyed he already is," Dr. Zithea said to her. Vera shook her head, let us all in, and made them sit on the sofa while I went to my chair.

Becca suggested, “I will make preparations” “Let it be like a group dinner?” Melisa was visibly elated. “Yes” after talking Becca stood up, “I will get going now” It took a lot of courage for her not to retch out her organ. Being in their midst made her whole body stand on edge. She was still trying to understand what exactly was happening but it was better to do it away from them than with them. After faking a smile at them, she hastily walked out of the cafe while Hardin turned to his wife. He had a worried look on his face and his wife could see it well, she knew exactly what was wrong with him.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

* Amongst the immense crowd, a blonde woman, with a mask tucked in her ears, holds up her phone, taking a video of the whole thing. Mika smirks behind her mask and mutters to herself... "It's going to be a very interesting day."

Drinks and snacks on the side table that I would be serving gleefully on my hands and knees. And I'd chosen the outfit myself. It was just a sheer robe that covered nothing. I had on no underwear. My breasts were visible through the fabric. And the robe's single tie at the waist was the only thing between me and being fully exposed. Then the knock came at nine on the dot. And four hefty men filed in one by one, all of them wearing Ghostface masks… just the way I wanted. I would never see their faces. That was part of it. Because I wanted the anonymity… the vulnerability of being the only woman and the only one in the room whose face was known.

Everything felt surreal, almost dreamlike, but there was a dangerous edge beneath the polished surface, a tension Alessia couldn't quite shake. Their masks, beautifully designed in silver and lace, concealed most of their faces, granting them a measure of anonymity. But even with the disguise, the two women drew attention. It wasn’t just the masks that intrigued people; it was the undeniable presence they carried. Alessia’s striking red hair was a beacon among the black, white, and grey attire of the guests. The silky waves cascaded down her back, catching the light and drawing every pair of eyes in her direction. She could feel the stares as though they were hands brushing against her skin.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

“Have your mask, Betty” We wore the vagina masks and walked back to the heart of the square. There were too many people milling around the square. The men among us wore suit, but all the ladies were on tight, short dresses, but every one wore a vagina mask, except one young man who was sitting alone at a secluded corner, drinking vodka, and nodding to the blast of music.