When Jezelda received her coming-of-age trial from the coven elders, she was horrified. Sacrifices were always part of the ritual, but this time, it was extreme.
Mr. Aubrey Graham, the greatest rap-star sensation alive. How could he not be enchanted...
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She was confusing, but she was beautiful. One of those natural beauties, by no means subtle as she unwittingly commanded the attention of every man in the room. She seemed different from the girls I'd been surrounded by; those big hazel eyes seemed to suss me out instantly. I couldn't understand it—who was she? I'd never had a woman run away from me like that, at least not someone that I didn't already know.
And then I saw her standing there in the far right corner, staring off into the distance, clearly afraid of something.
"Be careful with that one," John said as I instructed my bodyguard to collect her. "She looks crazy."
"I just have to see," I said, absently sipping my drink.
There were enough people in my section now for me to be somewhat hidden among them. Of course, people were always trying to get my attention or a picture or whatever it was, but with enough alcohol, good music, and bodyguards, I didn't have to worry too much. I could go about my business as usual until the scheduled times for pictures and promotions.
"Okay then," said John in his usual disapproving way.
This was what I liked about him—he wasn't afraid to tell me what he thought. He wasn't a yes-man, and he certainly didn't suck up to me. That's what I needed to be around, no bullshit. Even good friends could lie to you when given the chance, and I'd experienced far too much of that already.
She followed cautiously behind Mike, my bodyguard, all the way to the ropes in front of our section. She looked like a wide-eyed deer again, like she didn't want to be here at all. I wondered then, what setting did she fit into? It sounds arrogant as hell, but I was surprised to have a female act so reluctantly toward me. I was used to the complete opposite, and so my fascination could have been partly owed to that.
Mike brought her to me, and she moved gracefully past the array of sweaty packed bodies. I gave him a nod that let him know he could go.
"Hi," I said. "Sorry to force you over here, I can't just go up to people at will, you see."
She remained silent, one hand delicately across her left shoulder. I saw a bunch of men eyeing her up already, that was the thing about these club settings. The wolves were out.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
She looked even more beautiful up close. Her cat eyes were extra glossy beneath this light, and she had such an interesting way about her. Something I couldn't put my finger on, but damn, this woman was otherworldly kinds of fine.
"I'm okay," she said quickly, her arms now crossed around her chest. "Is there anything that I can get you? I work here."
I chuckled. "Okay, okay, I see. My bad, I'm distracting you from your job. It just seemed a little drama-filled in the kitchen, you know, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
