Stone Cold K*ller

chapter 42

Sienna Stone

The ride to the address was downtown, maybe five miles from University so alot of college students will be there. Samantha said she'd be there soon and meet up. I was ecstatic about having a person invite me. I guess she never forgot about me--but how could she have forgotten running into me and the men with first impression. I was surprised she came over to the mansion and wasn't the slightest scared of this world. I admire her for that because I imagine if any sane person that went through what she went through would run for the hills and never look back. A made man's world is truly something else when it comes to regular peoples world.

I always envied them, for having normal lives.

I know the difference between our worlds. Fully aware that my life is not normal.

Guess you can't help what your born into.

I chose a casual wear tonight, not much my style but it's cold and there is still snow outside so I decided on a one piece romper that is black with little silver lining designs on the chest area, my cleavage not so modest but thats okay, pulled together with soft off-pink heels, a pink purse to match it, and my lip stick is matte blush pink. My dark hair curled loosely at the ends.

My coat is fuzzy black reminding me of a big black bear--fake. No animals were harmed to make it thankfully.

Donovon is driving while I'm in the passenger seat. He is wearing casual clothing per my request. He looks stunningly younger and handsome. A dark grey button up shirt with his sleeves up, with dark denim jeans. His dirty blonde hair fixed and styled perfectly with only a couple strands freeing atop his forehead almost reaching his eyebrows.

If he were to have a woman she would be lucky.

I try to not be so rude and stare at him, so I side eye him every now and then. Staring at how one hand is on the wheel while the other hand rested on the standard stick between us. How the veins atop his hand and arm some how is hypnotic to me.

The smell of leather, winter air, and spice mixes in the car. It was like an aphrodisiac, thinking about naughty things---

"We are here."

What? I shake my head to rid my mind of such things and focus around me. We are now parked on the side of a big residence with an open gate. A couple of people walking in looking rowdy.

All the sudden I feel nervous...

I've never been invited to places, I never had a friend really. I had one long ago but professed my love to her...that didn't work out.

Guessing Don can see how nervous I am he places his large palm atop of one of mine as fidget in my seat and try to fix my makeup with the tiny mirror compact I got from my purse, "you look beautiful, Sienna." He compliments me, "if you don't feel like going in--"

"No! No, I'm fine. I just I need a moment. I haven't exactly been invited to these sort of things, even when I was going to college for a short time." I explain, putting my compact back in my purse.

Don gets out of the car and makes his way around to open my door. He offers me a hand and I take it. The cool air whips my face as a small wind graces me. Shutting the door I loop my arm in his and we start our way into the open gate, towards the house party. It was a huge Victorian looking white house.

I can hear the booming music from here, an up beat sound. Some people in the front lawn holding solo cups and laughing in groups--a huge wrap around porch filled with other small groups here and there having a good time. I don't recognize anybody until I see Sam waving her hand by the front door, smiling.