My Masked Assassin

Chapter Nine: Drugged Dinner

This event is hands down the most obnoxious shit I've ever been to/witnessed in my life!

Like, oh my God, instead of the usual traditional red carpet, these bastards went and got a gold one...like an actual golden carpet.

I am definitely stealing a chuck later...a chunk? A thread? Whatever the proper grammatical term is, I'm stealing it.

Besides, if they left it lying around on the floor they were obviously making it clear they didn't care what happened to it one way or another.

I pried my eyes off the devil carpet and looked at my partner/date. Rohilieo was okay, in my heels we were just about the same height. Which irked me, I want a guy to still be towering over me even if I'm wearing my 9-inch heels.

Antonio should just be glad I wore a simple 4-inch today. Although in his defense these were hardly even heels, they were in fact open toed flats that's I'd infused with razor sharp blades. These heels to me were like those comfy reliable flats or sneakers were to others, wearing them about was so helpful when I wanted to make a quick kill. Just a quick flick of the heel and you'd get a nice clean cut across the bad guy's throat.

So I stood on the red-...uh, gold carpet (it just doesn't have the same ring to it) with Antonio's hand around my waist as we posed for the 10,000,000 pictures being taken every second. Every flash being taken reflected off my dressed and threatened to blind all within a 30 meter radius.

"You look gorgeous" Antonio whispered in my ear.

I simply grin in answer.

"I cannot wait till later tonight, where I will take immense satisfaction in peeling that stunning dress off your body," he murmurs softly in my ear in his delicious accent.

Hold your horses!

I'm all for sex, it was a delightfully wonderful activity and past time, but one should atleast act like they had control in that aspect. My first sexual experience wasn't with my own consent, but you don't see me broadcasting it. I have no idea why I used that as an example.

"Let's make it through the premiere first," I whisper seductively back. I had to act interested or that would really hinder his performance.

Listen up ladies, if you act bored and uninterested in sex with someone, he will give you a boring and uninteresting performance. Trust me. I'm speaking from months of experience.

"Jinx! Jiiiiinx!" paparazzo's screamed. "Over here! Swing that fat ass our way!"

That made me frown for a nano second, which I'm sure there are now 10,000 pictures of. I didn't have a 'fat ass' and those slimy sleezeballs knew it! My ass was above medium and those men should be ashamed of themselves! They probably knew somehow that I always wanted a bigger ass.

So instead I throw forward my leg, swing my hips outward, fling my straight black hair over my shoulder and throw them a sizzling look. The men actually paused in momentary shock as their jaws hung lose. Then they started snapping pictures a thousand times quicker than before, if that was even freaking possible!

I sashay my way down the carpet and I hear Antonio chuckle besides me.

"Who knew your beauty could even make the mighty beast that is the paparazzi be briefly paralyzed in wonder?" Did I mention his accent was gorgeous? Because it was! Dude had a voice like melted chocolate!

He held my palm as we glided through the entrance and into the ballroom/auditorium. Antonio took the stage and he insisted on me standing there behind him.