The Surreptitious Mr. Wolfe

Stay- Part 2

✴✴✴STAY- PART 2 ✴✴✴

EDIT 04/05/2017: I'm so sorry for the long silence and no update. I have no time to explain right now, all I can say is that a new chapter will arrive in between the 20th and 29th of November. Sorry for even more waiting, but things will be calmer around that time. Thank you for all your support, concern, love and lack of hate on my message board and in my private messages. It warms me up inside. 😢💜 Keep supporting, maybe, just maybe, I'll reach 50k upon my next update! 😂

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"Fuck-"Victor breathes out as he gazes at an exquisite-looking Ella entering from his hiding spot on the second floor of the hall, he had booked all the private booths on this floor to stare at his Ella. He didn't know what he was doing, his actions bewildered him, but when it came to Ella- everything seemed right.

His rage began to fume as he watched Jace possessively snake his arm around her waist, nobody could see him from his floor as every booth was dark unless a light was turned on, but Victor was sure if Jace knew about his presence, he would certainly leave Ella alone.

The night dragged on, Victor had endured watching Ella get flirted on, asked to a dance- not to mention Jace's attempts at trying to make his flirting look casual- and it was all causing him to see flames. Victor had even gone from booth to booth in order to get a better look at Ella.

"Okay everyone, time for the masquerade portion of our ball. Masks on, let's get integrated!" The announcer says and everyone begins to put on a mask.

"Masks? This school is insane, why are there so many fucking themes?" Victor asks as he watches them commence their dancing. Ella wasn't hard to miss, her long hair and brilliantly-made dress made her stand out. Every guy she encountered wanted to dance with her.

"That's fucking it." Victor heatedly says and walks off. He dashes down the stairs and makes it to the massive double doors blocking his way into the hall.

"Can I be of assistance, sir?" The nobleman asks Victor.

"Yes, give me a mask." He orders.

"But sir, this ball is for students and teachers only. All the teachers attending have already signed in. You do not seem to be an educator." The man protests as Victor digs into the pocket of his blazer. He produces a little book.

"How much do you want? Five hundred thousand seems enough to make you quit this pathetic job." Victor retorts and stares the man's costume down in revolt.

He is speechless as he watches Victor write a few things on the cheque, the cheque is handed to the man and Victor is given a black mask with yellow detailing and a sharp point at the nose.

"I don't want this ugly one, it has a nose. Give me that one." Victor bluntly says and points to another mask- one detailed with black and deep maroon suede and without a nose.

"Sir, that's my company's. I can't just-" The man is silenced by Victor already in the process of writing another cheque. He rips out the page and gives it to the man. Victor takes the mask without saying anything and enters the hall.

The students are too occupied with their slow dancing to discern a dashing looking man enter the hall. Victor looks around for a moment and spots Ella around a circle of guys, it seems as if they want to ask her to dance.