Emissary 006

Chapter 3

NEMESIS

I arrived at L20 Club riding my Red Maserati GranTurismo Car. It's already 1 am and the club still shouts like a devil in the hell, loud and hyped.

"Your 10 minutes' starting." Ares informed me.

I walked straight, getting in without being checked by the guards. I held my purse, and take my steps to the counter.

"Cosmopolitan." 

I uttered as the bartender went near to take my order.

"To your right, Nemesis."

That's weird. Nobody calls me by my name during my call. 

I lifted my head up, glared at the CCTV. Warning my 'sight' that I did not like what he just said.

"Look to your right now, Emissary 006."

I heard Ares commanded strongly. God to this impatient guy.

I slowly turned my head to the right.

Oh, Orlando Perez. This good looking man.

"It's sad tonight's your last night." I whispered to myself.

"8 minutes, 006."

I sighed and lifted my body. I held the cocktail I ordered and walked straight towards Orlando Perez.

"Hey."

I seductively greeted him, not minding the girl who he was talking to.

"Oh, new here?" he asked.

I slowly inserted myself between my target and the girl he was with earlier so that his focus will be on mine, alone.

"Yes, I didn't know this place is wonderful. Such a good decision for me to visit this club."

I said while I played with his suit collar, acting like I'm fixing it.

"Um, excuse me?"

I heard the girl from back protested. 

I slowly face her with my sarcastic look.

"Yes, you're excused."

 I saw the changes of her reaction, from bitchy look to what-the-fuck face, like she's not prepared for my response.

I turn my  back from her and look at Orlando Perez once again.

"Now, where were we?"

I teased him more as I saw him trailed his eyes from my thighs up to my lips.

"What's your name?" 

He asked and then he suddenly placed his hand on my waist, slowly rubbing it.

I hate this. I hate it when man touches me.