Masquerade

Impromptu Party

Chapter 3

I lived in the middle of nowhere - my neighbors were at least 5 miles away - which made the perfect setting for a party. I lived in a white castle. Well, technically it was a mansion, but I felt as if it were a castle because of its overly white appearance, reminding me of an English version of the White House.

There were six floors in the house. The basement, which was mostly transformed into a bachelor pad by my father, and also housed our washing machines and such. The second floor consisted of the kitchen, living room, dining room, library, and study. The third floor belonged to my parents, the fourth to me, the fifth for guests and the sixth, was a greenhouse that contained one of the most beautiful gardens in all of Oakwood County. In the backyard, there was a large pool, and a hot tub. I had to make this the biggest party yet, and so I called up the family friend and party planner, Léonce.

“Hey Léonce, I need you to help with a party.”

“Anything for you, ma chérie. What kind of party this will be?”

“A high school pool party, but Léonce, I need it to be unforgettable.”

“You have come to the right place, Léonce is the best. When is this party?”

“Tonight at seven.”

“Then party you will have, ma belle.”

“Thanks Léonce, you’re the best. Just make sure to lock up the basement, the library, the study, my parents’ floor, and the greenhouse. I’ll call you later.”

“Adieu.”

I smiled and put my phone back into my purse, turning back to the girls.

“It’s all set for seven ‘o'clock tonight.”

“I’m so excited!” exclaimed Anna, the cheerleader that was telling me the story in the lunchroom.

“Me too, me too!” said Heather, another cheerleader.

An icy voice spoke up, “It better be good.”

I raised my eyebrow at the speaker, a tall blonde that glowered at me, “And you are?”

“Kristen Visine. Head cheerleader. My family owns Visine,” she added haughtily, with a flip of her hair.

Ah, the Queen Bee before I arrived. I smirked, “Oh don’t worry dear, it will be a night to remember.”

Anna suddenly gasped, “Cassandra you have got to come shopping with us after school for some cute bikinis!”

Heather nodded as Kristen glared.

“Oh no it’s quite alright sweets, I have a party to get ready for and I already have one in mind.” I giggled as I devised the plan for tonight.

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When I got home, Léonce had turned my house into a resort. With sand around my pool, creating a fake beach, umbrellas and a bar, my house looked wonderful. He had arranged all the food to be placed outside on the bar, where shirtless bartenders would serve drinks and food.

“Léonce!”

“Ah, Cassandra!”

“I absolutely adore what you’ve done with the place, Léonce. It’s perfect.”

“Merci, merci, you are too kind. The rooms and floors you specified have been locked up, and my decorators are almost done.”

“Thank you once again,” I smiled while handing over a stack of bills, “and keep the change.”

“As you wish, mademoiselle.”

I walked into the house and up to my floor, dropping my stuff in my room and then going across the hall to my closet, looking for a bikini to wear. It had to be classy, but slutty at the same time. After all, I had to show off this hot new bod. When I was finished picking out my attire, I sauntered down the hall to my luxurious bathroom and asked the maid, Maria, to give me a French mani and pedi. Showtime.

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I welcomed every one of my guests as they walked through the yard to make sure that I knew all of them, but luckily I only had to have Léonce turn away a handful of people. As I made my way through my party, I felt like I there was a pair of eyes watching me and turned around. It was Peter. As I walked over to him, I checked him out. He looking fucking amazing. Standing at 6’1” he was almost an entire foot taller than me, and man did this boy have abs. He was ripped, and sexy as hell.

“Hey there Peter.”

“Hey.”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Eh.” He took a sip of the punch and I watched his throat as he drank.

He smirked, “Enjoying the view?”

I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, “Yes of course, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

Peter furrowed his brows, “You aren’t still obsessed with me, are you Sash?”

“Of course not, you idiot!” I replied, alarmed that he called me Sash and thought I still wanted him, which was kind of true, not like I would ever admit it.

“That’s a shame,” he looked away, hurt.

“I’m too hot for you now, Petey boy.” I teased.

He lifted an eyebrow as if considering the challenge, and in one swift movement, had pinned me against the bar, “Gotcha.”

My breath hitched as he leaned his face closer, and I pushed him away, “We need to talk,” I dragged him into the house, unlocking the study, and forced him in.

“So Sash, what do we need to talk about?”

“That. You need to stop calling me Sash.”

“Aw,” he cooed, “is someone embawwassed by her old name.”

I frowned, “Seriously, you need to stop. I’m not the same person anymore, Peter.”

“Prove it,” he demanded.

“...what do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” I gaped at him.

“Sasha never would’ve gotten the guts to kiss me. Show me you’re different, Cassandra.”

I was so angry at him. He was mocking Sasha. He was mocking me, mocking the time that he tried to kiss me but I just fainted. Asshole. I’d show him who’s boss.

I walked in between his legs, pressing my body up against his and tiptoed. Then I paused for half a second, right before leaning in and pressing my lips against his. Almost immediately, I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Our kiss became deeper and he teased open my mouth in order to make use of his tongue. Oh my. I didn’t want this to end. As if reading my thoughts, Peter pushed me up against the wall, kissing me fervently. Holy shit. I grabbed his neck, and one of his hands made it up to my hair, tugging at it, pulling at it. I let out a little moan and he started to trail kisses along my jaw, down my neck, down to my breasts. Suddenly, he grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and pinned them up against the wall, looking up at me with those lust-filled sapphire eyes of his.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time,” he huskily said.

I couldn’t breathe.