The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 12: Tell me how much you want it

Warning: the following scene in this chapter will be a little...R rated. So if you can't handle scenes like that then I suggest you exit this page.

Otherwise enjoy.

Chapter 12: Tell me how much you want it

"Curr! Adjust my tie."

I inwardly rolled my eyes. What grown man can't tie his own tie? I sighed walking over and taking hold of the tie and began robotically tying it the same way I did for my own. I could practically taste the mint in Johnson's mouth. How many did he eat in the past hour? I rolled my eyes. I swear he ran through at least a full tin of altoids like they were skittles.

"All done."

I stepped back admiring my work. Not trying to brag or anything but I am damn good at tying ties.

"Stop drooling at my tie and let's go."

My eyes widened. Neon splattered men and woman were flipping backwards, laser lights shooting through the darkened room. Britney Spears pounded through out the room, guest were in small groups everywhere chatting and sipping in wine. A few people were dressed in elaborate costumes.

"Drink Sir?"

I hesitantly reached for a flute and thanked the waiter. Johnson and I walked towards the center, my eyes darting everywhere imaginable. Some Women were dressed it long ball gowns while a few others wore short skin tight dresses and some wore hardly anything at all. The men weren't any better. Two men in particular wore lacy see through dresses, their hands moving over each other scandalously. I tore my gaze away my cheeks darkening.

"Zachary!"

My eyes followed the voice and was met by electric blue hair. A thin pixie like boy had his legs and arms wrapped around Johnson. He kissed Johnson's cheek and then jumped down and turned to me, his white eyes glowing eerily. He grinned revealing perfect white teeth.

"And who is your friend Zachary?"

Johnson rolled his eyes and lazily gestured towards me.

"This is my underling,Joseph Curr. Curr this is my yearly pain in the ass who calls himself Andy."

The boy scrunched his face up, glowering at Johnson. He shook his head and turned his gaze back on me.

"Please call me Andrew."

He held out his hand and I hesitantly grasped it. I gasped as surprisingly strong arms wrapped around me and hot lips crushed against my cheek. He pulled back and winked.

"See you cuties later. Got a show to preform."

He skipped away, his body paint flashing under the lights.

"Who exactly was that?" I asked.

"Andrew or Andy Hannason. The heir to the Hannason company and estate."

My eyes bulged. That was the esteemed heir to the Hannason company? That is the most well known and richest company in the world. Why was he here....dressed up as a performer? I shook my head. The rich and their lifestyles are none of my business. We slowly worked through the crowd towards the desert table and I felt my mouth instantly water. Strawberries dipped in chocolate. I reached forwards and grabbed one with white and brown chocolate drizzled in thin perfect swirls. Johnson snatched it from my hand the minute I was about to take a bite out of it. I glared at him as he took a bite out it. His gaze locked with mine daring me to say something. I sighed reaching for another and quickly taking a bite out it before he could snatch it. He ignored me, his eyes darting over the crowd.