Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Deception

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(Noah's P.O.V)

I look around and survey the ball room. Fancy decor, formal parties, and dresses, safe to say 3 things that are not my forte. I felt absolutely ridiculous in this hideous, over the top masquerade ball gown, but I had to play the part if this was going to work. I secure my face mask firmly around my eyes before taking a final glance from the standing room.

I slowly descend the staircase, catching a few glimpses in the process. But I wasn't interested in the glances, I was focused on one thing, and one thing alone. I make my way to the middle of dance floor, under the impressive gold chandelier hanging from the high glass ceiling. And I wasn't going to be alone for long, because a familiar voice soon registers.

"I never had you pegged down as a 'party girl',", he comments. My eyes travel over my shoulder, and those distinctive icy blue eyes protrude from the black mask. I knew exactly who I was talking to. He walks closer towards me then begins to slowly circle me. "Then again, I don't know much about you these days...", he continued as he faces me.

"I guess you don't", I countered back with a hint of hatred in my voice that I made no attempt to conceal.

"Here's what I do know. I know you would never run away when things got hard. I know that you're stubborn enough to do things no one else would. It's exactly why I don't understand what you're doing ", he recalls.

"You came all this way to tell me what I already know?", I question him rhetorically, slightly raising a brow at his intentions. "What else do you know about me?", I was beginning to feel a little skeptical. What could he possibly know about me.

"Well for one, you're wearing a dress and you haven't yet chewed off your own limbs, and there's no liquor within a 10 foot radius of you, the apocalypse is well and truly upon us". His haunting eyes never mine, and a sexy smirk never leaves his full lips. He's soft on the eyes but harsh on the heart.

"I know everything about you, kid. I know that you're the clumsiest person known to humanity. I know that you sneeze 4 times when you eat chocolate. I also know that your frequent drinking is more than enough to make a nun swear", he admitted. And it took by surprise. Everything he said was true, but how could he know these things?

"I know that when you daydream, you squint your eyes, wrinkle your nose, and purse your lips. The girl I know would've laughed at the music and rocked out to Bon Jovi or Def Leopard". His hands gestures out for me, a sign he wanted to dance.

"I'm living on a prayer here, cmon", he jokes, with a subtle wink to match his wicked humor. He's isn't what I expected at all. He's funny, sarcastic, captivating and extremely sexy. But he's no prince charming, even though my heart is telling my brain otherwise.

I'm hesitant for a moment, skeptical at first as my eyes connect with his, searching for his intentions before I reluctantly take his hand. But when I do, I'm electrified by a subtle spark when our hands meet. That shouldn't happen with someone who killed that man I love.

It angered me for a moment and Christian seemed to take note of this. "Doesn't look like your too thrilled to see me", he stated.

"Considering what you did, you don't deserve a thing from me. You're lucky that bullet landed where it did, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here", I replied bitterly as we begin to dance only slowly.

"I know what I did was wrong that night. I know you lost everything when it happened, but believe me, I never wanted you to get hurt like that...", he admitted, but to me it sounded like complete bullshit.