Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

24. Undercover Mission

After a while I regain my composure, stretching my shoulders and straighten up. Idiot! He promised to never let me out of his sight, didn't he? I was a fool to believe one single word out of his mouth and almost falling for his charm. I am a fool and he's an Idiot.

"I can have fun on my own!" I pout and turn swiftly around. As I walk across the dance floor my eyes scan the crowd of people dressed in elegant, expensive clothing, sipping champagne and laughing at each other's jokes. I notice that all eyes are directed at me, my body and the dress that plays around my curves. Damn. Sylus plan worked. I am a walking distraction. I can only hope that my missing underwear is not too obvious.

I stroll around with my wine glass in hand noticing that I have no damn clue what this charity event even is all about. I can hear snippets of conversations here and there, mostly rich people boasting about their own charity work or complaining about the current social issues. However, as I wander further through the room, I pick up on a different conversation, this one a bit quieter and more secretive. Two men in suits, standing in a corner and sipping their drinks, talking in hushed tones.

Now that's seems interesting enough. My hunter senses kick in and I am in observation mode. I strain my ears, trying to catch what they're saying, but I can only make out fragments of their conversation. From the few words I manage to pick up, it seems like they're discussing some sort of suspicious business deal.

As the situation piques my interest, I decide to use my acting skills to get a little more information. As I walk past the two men, I suddenly stumble and pour my drink over the suit of one of the men. "Oh no! I am so sorry...!" I stutter, trying to wipe away the mess I caused, touching the man's chest with a tissue.

The man looks surprised and annoyed at first, but my quick action and apologetic demeanor seem to soften him somewhat. He lets out a slight huff as I begin to wipe away the mess, my eyes looking up at him through my lashes. "It's fine, accidents happen." He mutters, a flush on his cheeks as his eyes flicker over my body noticing my revealing dress. Jack pot.

"I am so clumsy...!" I giggle silly, pretending to be tipsy, then I suddenly lean forward to whisper in his ear as to share a dirty secret. "And these heels are direct from hell...!" The man's eyes widen slightly as I lean in, the closeness of my body and the scent of my perfume making him somewhat flustered. He clears his throat and adjusts his tie. "Ah, the perils of fashion." He says with a slight smirk.

I straighten my back again, stretching my arms above my head, so my curves are even more prominent. "But it's a shame... That wine was fucking good...!" I look frustrated at my empty fancy wineglass. He glances at my empty glass and chuckles softly. "Well, we can't have that, now can we? Let me grab you another drink."

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, I hear his familiar deep voice direct in my ear. Sylus. I must suppress a shiver running down my spine to keep my composure. "Mephisto is watching you." Of course he does. Creepy bird.

"How kind of you..." I say and touch slightly his shoulder. "But I have another plan. You and your friend here are real Gentlemen it seems." I briefly smile at the second man that looks disappointed that the spilled drink didn't ruin his suit instead.

The first man smiles back at me, enjoying my touch on his shoulder. "Well, we try our best. I'm Marcus, by the way. And this here is my business partner, James. Are you here alone tonight?"

"Stop touching him, Kitten!" Does he sound pissed? Very good.

I am making a pout, sighing. "No, at first not. But it seems I was ghosted. What a jerk! Unbelievable, right? And that after I spent a fortune to look like that!" I swirl around to present a good look on my body, waving my black credit card. Look, I am part of your little high society club.