'Rubies are red.
Sapphires are blue.
Beware of the Ruby women, they will ruin you.'
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The Rubys are notorious for their beauty, wealth and power. When beautiful and successful Chevelle Ruby is...
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Friday | 10:54 p.m.
Gold.
Everything was gold. From golden chandeliers to golden floors - it was a paradise of gold. Even the owner of this mansion looked golden; bronze-tanned skin, glittery gold dress, dangling gold earrings — she was an epitome of a walking gold statue of a Greek goddess.
The incessant clicks of her gold studded stilettos on the marble floor rang loud against the faint strumming of classical music as she walked down the exquisite corridor purposefully. She carried herself with an air of confidence and defiance, which often came off as arrogance to others. She was no doubt categorized as a snobby rich young woman, but it was not like she cared what others thought about her. There were much more important things to attend to than mind about mere gossips.
The boisterous laughter and chattering voices of guests were just distant sounds as she moved further down the corridor, away from the grand ballroom. It wasn't easy to slip out of the watchful eyes of people, away from the fawning crowd that would kiss up to her now, but would later spend afternoons in the country club resorts gossiping about her over a cup of tea.
The young woman turned another corner, this one adorned with a rare antique gold vase from the Renaissance. She was already nearing the glasshouse, and the thought made her insides quivered – both excitedly and nervously.
Her anxious green eyes scanned the corridor, checking to see if anyone was around to witness her here, and her fingers played with a ruby ring adorning her middle finger — an unconscious manner she would have whenever she was nervous. She wasn't supposed to be doing this, she shouldn't be doing this. She should be in the ballroom, acting like the perfect hostess she was groomed to be, with a permanent smile plastered across her face as she talked to obnoxious guests.
Suddenly, a strong firm hand grabbed her arm and yanked her down the nearest room, another hand covering her mouth roughly. She struggled against the vise-like hold on her until she recognized the familiar smell of expensive cologne and aftershave of her captor.
Her tense body immediately relaxed in his hold and he removed his hand away from her mouth. Their bodies were pressed together in a shadowed corner of the large bathroom, his arms now wrapped around her, and none of them made the move to move away.
"Out of all the rooms in this huge place, you had to choose the bathroom?" The woman murmured, breaking the silence first, her sarcastic personality getting the better of her.
"Are you complaining, love?" A masculine voice whispered into her ear, sending a trail of goosebumps along its wake. With a slight foreign accent, his voice was deep, husky, sensual — a lover's purr. Despite his calm voice and collected manner, the thundering of his heartbeats against her back, fast and erratic, said otherwise. She was sure he could say the same about her too.
