Faction before blood?

Chapter 17

I was staring at the person in front of me. Her hair was professionally slung into a beautiful French braid, while the black chiffon dress with the dark red embeddings hugged her protruding belly perfectly. A few branches from the cherry tree on her back gave her an almost fairy-like air. Her makeup was on point, but naturally, her blood red lips the only accent in the ensemble. She looked absolutely stunning.

And I couldn't believe, that was me, as I stared into the mirror.

Christina had done an incredible job, transforming me from a red, puffy eyed monster, to someone, who looked like she deserved to accompany a leader.

And to be able do so, she had banned Eric from his flat, leaving him no other choice, then to dress at Wayne's, who would as a high-ranking member, accompany us.

At 6.25 on the dot, there was a knock on the front door. Christina hurried over to me and handed me a little clutch with necessities. Or what she felt was necessary. I don't want to brag, but even I know that condoms don't work at this point anymore.

And for the flick knife, let's just say I hope, I won't need that.

She placed me in the middle of the room, to without a doubt, display me as if I was a mannequin. With dramatic gestures she threw the door open, before shouting.

"Bow down to my masterpiece, peasants."

But the only one paying her attention was Wayne, because standing beside him, was Eric in a suit.

A suit.

If I thought he would look edible in his leader uniform, I don't even have a word to describe him now, clean shaven and dressed to impress.

How his jacket hugged his muscles, without making him look too bulky, or how the slacks made him look like he came right out of one of those old TV-series. The dark red tie over his black shirt, perfectly matched the embeddings on my dress.

We were a match made in heaven.

While I ravished him with my eyes, I could see him do the same. His eyes were dark with lust and he was through the room and in front of me, with three steps.

Eric buried his head in my neck and inhaled deeply, before lightly kissing up to my jaw, making me moan.

"You have no idea, how beautiful you are, my love." He whispered into my ear.

"And I can't even describe how handsome you are, Eric." I breathed in response, before I tilted my head to kiss him.

However, shortly before my lips could met his, a harsh swat to the back of my head, pulled me out of the seduction, I planned to take further.

"Yeah, yeah. You both are beautiful. There will be no kissing, you will ruin her lipstick!" Christina chastised us, before shooing us out of the flat, as if it was her own.

"You must hurry, children. Your car is waiting for you."

Since she was right, I grudgingly linked my arm with Eric's, before we went to the garages.

"Have fun. But not too much, if you know what I mean!" Christina called, before we rounded the corner, her voice echoing through the empty halls.

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The leaders ball was traditionally held in a huge assembly room at the hub, underneath the one, where the choosing took place.

We, as in Eric, the other leaders, a few higher ranking members and I, arrived at 7.30 o'clock, not really bothering with being on time. We had all taken cars, since I was pregnant and forbidden from riding trains (thanks to Eric), while the other woman couldn't jump in their tight dresses and high heels, either.