Just Him&I: In a Universe of Cruelty

Part 22

— How's it going?! — a voice rang out in my right ear. It's James checking if everything is working fine. I don't know what this Stamford is capable of at all. But he doesn't know who I am and what I'm capable of. I'll have to seduce him, otherwise, he won't bite. What I'll have to do will be quite unpleasant.

I don't know how to flirt properly. But I've seen it a few times in the bar when some girls tried to hit on Ramlow, they were called "whores" in the common folk, I'll try to repeat something similar.

— I hear well — I was in the restroom and was powdering my nose. The dress code for tonight's "party" is black and white. But I need to somehow attract his attention, to my person, just by being here.

A blue velvet dress, on straps, with a deep neckline, which will be the star of tonight's evening. A long slit on the right leg. Elegant heels that emphasized my long legs and added a few centimeters to my height. Perfectly braided hair in a bun. A few knives tied on my left leg, and I'm ready.

James hadn't seen me, we were traveling separately, he had to feel out the ground. Before I step on him.

I approach the main doors, handing my pass. The guard examines me carefully. Raising his eyebrows slightly and grinning.

— Your dress doesn't fit the dress code, — he tells me and folds his arms behind his back, trying to look somewhat angry.

— I'm from Henry Stamford — I smile as sincerely as I can. He tenses up at the mention of his name. I can tell they're scared of him. I've seen his photo, he's a scary guy, but he's rich, and someone like me, he could buy in the blink of an eye. Which is both very bad and, on the other hand, works in my favor.

He looks at me carefully and opens the door so I can enter.

Noise and clamor fill my brain as the door opens, and I step forward confidently, not paying attention to anyone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see James, dressed as a guard on the other side. Stamford is lounging with a glass of whiskey. There are small tables and sofas scattered around the room. Waiters are running around with glasses of champagne, there are more than a dozen of them, the hall is very large.

Many beautiful women and men who don't even realize that they're just the background and cover. This business goes on right under their noses, but no one hears it.

A bar counter, a table with snacks. Straight ahead — stairs leading up, I assume to the bedrooms. It looks more like a strip club than a banquet. Quiet music plays, barely audible over the noise of people talking, shouting, laughing. In short, signs of life.

I confidently approach one of the waiters and take a glass for myself. Approaching an empty table, thoughtfully taking a sip. I feel a heavy, cold gaze on the back of my head, I know who it is, so I don't pay attention.

What interests me more is the gaze of the man who hasn't taken his eyes off me since I entered. It seems he sensed my presence even before the door and had already been watching closely.

Dark brown short hair, with a few gray strands visible here and there. Neatly styled. All that's left of his suit are dark blue trousers that match my dress. And a black shirt, like my hair, unbuttoned a few buttons. I see several scars and tattoos. I can't make them out exactly. I could feel his cologne from a meter away, it seemed like everything that moved and didn't move had been sprayed with it.

He only made it clear with his presence who's the boss here and who should be feared.

I hear him approach me. And I'm slightly shaken by his presence. Very heavy and unpleasant, oppressive energy.

I'm sure he's going to take me exactly where I need the flash drive. I know he's already chosen who to sleep with tonight and has prepared wine and the bed.

— Miss...? — he doesn't continue, but looks directly into my eyes and kisses my hand. I smile and don't look away.

— Pierce — I bite my lip and tilt my head slightly. He looks at me strangely, then smiles.

— The surname sounds familiar... — I perfectly understand that he's referring to my father. And I'm more than certain they were acquainted. But if he didn't recognize me, it means my daddy isn't too eloquent.

— Just namesakes! — he hasn't let go of my hand, holding it in his. His hand is warmer than mine, and I feel a little hot from his touch. But I can't show any signs. Still smiling not only with my lips but also with my eyes, I shield them with a loving glance.

— My name is Henry Stamford, you can just call me Henry — he examines me carefully and licks his lips, this gesture reminds me of James, who has the same habit. But in this case, I can't say it's just a habit. He's looking at me like a piece of meat. It's not visible, but I can feel the drool running through him, and it makes it even more disgusting to look at him.

— You're not in dress code, but I like it more this way, — he pulls me closer to him, hugging me by the waist. He leans his head lower to reach my ear.

— How about spending the night with me? — he whispers in my ear and smiles devilishly. Right into the ear where the bug is hidden. I nod modestly to him. I hear James quietly heating up and then coughing to mask it. I furrow my brow in confusion. He doesn't see it, he just hugs me and looks straight ahead. Two guards are following us.

I feel his hand moving lower and lower on my thighs. But I remain silent, pretending to enjoy it.

The guards stand by the doors, one on each side.

— Are they going to stand here? — I slowly rub his hand, lifting it higher. I hug him by the shoulder.

— Here's soundproofing...! — he continues whispering in my ear, touching my lips. Calmly running his nose along my cheek and we enter the room.

I take off my heels. He walks inside, unbuttons and takes off his shirt, I quietly lock the door and only then proceed further, looking around, I see a small safe embedded in the wall.

He pulls out his phone and keys from his pocket and stays topless. He's definitely fit and very handsome. But what good is that when everything inside is rotten?

He comes closer, hugging me.

— I want to take a shower first... — I slowly run my finger over his body. He closes his eyes in pleasure and releases me. I turn on the tap to fill the bathtub, which will come in handy today, but certainly not for washing.

While the bathtub fills, I step into the room and kick him in the groin. He winces in pain and crouches on the floor.

— Bitch... — he groans from the unbearable pain.

— Damn right! — I hit him in the face with my left, and he knocks out, throwing himself backward. Instantly, blood starts dripping from his nose.

I undo his belt and tie his hands.

— James, be on standby! — I know he hears it, but says nothing, as he's still in front of people.

Finally, I inspect his chest tattoos. The dragon with a sword in its heart looks painfully familiar.

"Just like..."