Sinner

Chapter 26

It's the next evening now and Ryan and I are in our hotel room getting ready for the ball. Ryan is brushing his hair in the bathroom and I am slipping on my dress. I had done my hair and makeup in the bathroom while Ryan put on his suit in the bedroom and then we switched places. I currently stand in front of a mirror that rests on the wall in between the two double beds in our hotel room and glance at my appearance. The dress hits and accents all of my few curves perfectly. The way the cut out part of the dress runs down the middle of my flat chest actually makes me look sexy. I had curled my hair and then pinned random pieces on the top of my head to form an up-do. My makeup consisted of glittery eye shadow carefully lined with black eyeliner. My lips were about one shade darker red then my dress. I see Ryan appear behind me in my reflection and I spin around. His suit looks so good on him and his hair looks so soft. I bring my hand up and run it through his brushed back hair. He closes his eyes and hums. When Ryan opens them he says, "Ashley you look so beautiful. And it's taking every ounce of my will power to not stop you from going to this ball. I don't want this piece of shit to lay eyes on you. Especially with your backside showing like this."

Ryan places a hand on my bare back, a (missing) part of this dress I still haven't gotten used to. My back immediately arches at his touch and my chest collides with his. "I'd kiss you right now but that makeup took you hours, so I'll have to refrain" Ryan sighs.

"You look handsome yourself" I say and gently trail my hand down Ryan's jawline. It's so smooth from being freshly shaved.

"Do spray tans suit me?" he asks with his winning grin.

"You could be purple and I'd still find you attractive" I admit.

Ryan laughs. "I'll think about adding purple dye to my next spray tan then" he jokes.

I pick up Ryan's wrist and glance at the silver Rolex. "Time to go" I say.

Ryan walks over to his luggage and pulls out a small briefcase. He sets it on the bed and opens it. Four syringes lay neatly inside with some clear liquid resting in the plastic tubes. I grab two and put them in my gold clutch that Ryan had bought me when we went shopping earlier today. Ryan grabs the other two and carefully puts them inside his breast pocket. He then grabs another briefcase and pulls out a gun. He slips this in his other breast pocket.

I walk closer to the door of the hotel room and slip on the heels I had taken out of my bag when we had unpacked. I notice the name "Christian Louboutin Paris" printed on the sole before my feet cover them.

When I straighten my back again I'm as tall as Ryan. He looks at me and says "Welcome to the Sky Club."

"I don't get it" I say.

"It's an airline joke..." Ryan trails off.

"Since when were airline jokes funny?" I ask with a hidden grin.

"Since I started making them. And come on! Let's go!" Ryan says and grabs my hand, leading me out the door and towards an elevator.

"Our limousine should be waiting for us downstairs" Ryan says as we descend in the elevator.

I clench my fists and nod. Ryan notices my actions and says, "Hey, we'll be okay. The worst thing that could happen is Dom getting away."

"Why don't I get a gun?" I ask.

"You didn't have enough practice with one and you need a permit to carry one" he answers.

I nod my head. I knew that. My nervousness is blocking my analytical thoughts.

The doors of the elevator open and Ryan and I step out into the lobby. We walk through it and then outside, where a limousine is parked. The driver immediately pops out and runs around to open the back door of the black and shiny limousine.