The Diamond Spy

Ch.4 Kitten

Kitten

I keep my distance now, after a couple of hours or so later, I'm simply making my way to different parts of the club, hoping to think of a genius way to get closer again. I was mind boggled with confusion. Multiple times I convince myself to sneak into the VIP area again. Half the time I believe Dale will come find me. I just had this feeling...

But no. I just – I couldn't work out how to get close enough to steal his ring.

Okay, I admit. I knew exactly how. I just didn't want to go there. If I wanted to get close enough I'd have to start showing interest. Which meant I had to flirt, sweet talk... I had to seduce him to keep me close to his side. But... that would mean potentially having to sleep with him.

I knew any means necessary was important for me to complete the mission. However, I had never considered the possibility of seducing someone; let alone the Lord of the Underworld. It only made sense as the night went on that Prof. Hedgy sent women for a reason. He mentioned Dale's interest in BDSM, submissive women and that I was Dale's type.

Even the documents from the Five Reds asked me to get physically close with the target.

At the end of the night, after wandering around aimlessly and slapping off drifting hands that kept trying to grab my ass, I start to give up. I try to manoeuver the densely packed club while I try to think... but I was simply too chicken to get close with Dale.

Being in his presence for a good two minutes was honestly the hardest one hundred and twenty seconds of my life.

It was probably his dominant nature; I could tell he loved to look down on those beneath him. I was definitely at the bottom of the food chain in his eyes.

My only occasional glances towards the VIP area show me a huge bunch of richly clad women and men, laughing and dancing, eating and gambling, flirting and clinging to one another. Numerous times, I had seen the most gorgeous women of my life, approach Dale.

Every time I felt... weird. It almost felt like my stomach would flip.

I would then witness him dismiss the women or even completely ignore their presence and it made me even more confused. But was I confused about him? My mission? Or myself? Because I wasn't sure if the last few hours I had been considering my options, or if I had actually been replaying our interaction over and over again in my mind.

His voice, his mannerisms, his personality, his power, his haunting eyes.

He was top dog, untouchable. Please him, and have a world of treasures at your finger-tips. Piss him off, and who knows if you'd even survive the consequences.

"Stop," I snap at myself just as I find a tall stool next to a small high round table. I couldn't keep wandering around like an idiot especially since I was banned from the VIP zone. I check my phone, of course it's now 2am. I had been wasting all my precious time, thinking too much.

I was done. I was leaving. I would come back better prepared with another plan. I couldn't continue whatever the fuck I was doing right now.

For the last damn time, I look up to the VIPs.

Dale is now surrounded by what must be his three favourite men. Mr. Tattoos, Ace and the crazy electrically charged dude. I can't truly know this but my instincts told me I was most likely correct in my assumptions.

I glare at all of them, narrowing my eyes. They were standing near the VIP entrance, having a discussion. They were intimidating standing together, I see women skirt around the edges of their group, curious but too scared to interrupt them. Just as I'm about to look away – Ace looks up and randomly catches my eye. He raises a brow in recognition and automatically nudges Dale.