Heartless King II 18+

Chapter 1 - Keira

A waiter offers me a glass of champagne, but I refuse and keep minding my own business. A few people would have the money for just a small sip of this champagne, but I'm not really in the mood for alcohol, plus I need to keep my mind clear right now. I can't get drunk and be a loose cannon.

The party is to celebrate the reopening of one of the host's hotels he runs in Aspen. But I have a feeling it is more because he just got divorced and wants to give his ex a piece of his mind. I met his wife in person a couple of times and even though she was a bitch and made sure she would get a large portion of the assets after the divorce, she managed to win my respect for this move. And when I managed to find out about that all, I knew now was the perfect opportunity for me to strike.

I look at the clock and cross my arms impatiently. Damn, where is he!

I look around the room again, but I don't see him anywhere. I'm surprised he didn't come yet. Tonight's party is spectacular and the decorations must have cost him a lot of money. The whole room is decorated in sombre and bland colours which seems to be almost poetic, the room literally portrays the soul of the host. Empty and miserable. I don't feel sorry for him though, because each person lives as they choose, and he chooses to live like this. He is an asshole that thinks he is the best in the world. Also the food and drink served here costs an unbelievable amount of money and does it taste any better? No, it doesn't. Again, he's doing it all because of the prestige and the feeling that he's more than everyone else. I have to wonder what he really got out of it.

I try to blend in as much as possible and wait for my opportunity, but of course, some people have already noticed me. They make eye contact with me but turn away immediately when they recognize me. Of course, that doesn't stop them from staring at me and my ass when they think I'm not looking. I'm this close to pulling out those knives that stick uncomfortably to my feet and cutting their fucking eyes out.

"What is such a beautiful woman doing here all alone? Hidden from everyone's eyes," A man's voice echoes behind me and I do my best to hide my dismay at his unexpected arrival. Damn, that wasn't part of my plan.

I turn to the man and find myself looking at Neal Malson. Owner of the security firm techoMalson and a very private man. He can't be much older than me, but I don't know much about him either. No one does, really. His dark blue eyes scrutinise me, appraising. These eyes miss nothing.

"I'm not hiding, but parties of this magnitude are often very exhausting, so I wanted to at least relax for a while. I didn't know it would bother someone and certainly didn't know that it was any of your damn business. Besides, if you ever call me like that again, my knee will be in your groin and my fist with rings worth millions of dollars will disfigure your disgusting face. Is that clear?" I ask coldly, but Malson just laughs, his eyes remaining cold and unapproachable.

"You can lie all you want, but I know the truth. Next time, be a little more subtle about your intention, Miss Moretti. I know why you're here." Malson states, taking a sip of the champagne I'd refused moments ago. I should have taken it. At least I could have hit him with that glass.

"Move," I say and push him roughly aside. I'm in no mood to listen to his bullshit, much less look at him. I don't care about this clown at all and at the same time, I feel like feelings are mutual. He just wanted to piss me the fuck out.

I pass the mirror and sigh. You can definitely see the annoyance and anger on my face. While I did everything to look my best today, my anger and desire for revenge shows on my face. All right, I look like this all the time because somebody's always pissing me off. So I'm kinda used to feeling this way but this one was the worst one so far.