Guilty Pleasure

Golden Burgundy (editing)

**Contains sexual encounter and emotion**

Every Wednesday, at six PM, the most dangerous people come together under one roof, for just one night of sophistication, and prestige. We have bounty hunters, assassins, hit men and women. You name it, and guarantee they are here. 

"Ma,am  it is currently five-thirty, the guests will be here shorty." William stood in the door way waiting for my response, but after a few moments of silence, he left out once again leaving me be. 

I felt the room spin around me and I leaned my head back against the top of the couch, and squeezed my hand around the wine filled glass. The spinning continued. 

"Why couldn't my life turn out to be normal" I mumbled to myself, "I could be a doctor, or lawyer. Someone who doesn't have to work as hard." 

I lifted my head back up and looked straight at the large flat screen T.V in front of me. 

"Because your parents weren't shit, Leone." 

The last bit of wine in my cup was thrown down my throat and my body more so hoisted off the couch by an unknown power, that being myself. 

I couldn't be disappointed in how I looked. Sure my life was a nuisance, but... 

"Baby, I am fine!" I shouted out. I started to sway my hips in the mirror. I currently wore black lace underwear and a matching bra, fresh out the shower. My curls were out but didn't run past my shoulders.

I looked over at the clock.

17:45 (5:45 PM)

"Time to get dressed." I said hurriedly and made a beeline for my outfit. I turned my audio system on and it immediately knew what to play. I always listen to something while getting dressed. This time it was Dance For You - Beyonce. I will never understand why people were so obsessed with the woman; I just enjoyed the music. 

"Same color, different style." I sighed. Tonight was a slimming gold dress with an exposing back. It halted right in the middle of my thighs but actually flowed off my hips. So I guess it wasn't slimming. I am honestly not good at this kind of stuff. Like c'mon, I am a professional murderer. 

When do I ever have to wear dresses? Many times actually, but that is not the point. 

I slipped on the dress with matching heels and added an anklet as my own touch. It rested right underneath the heart tattoo above my ankle. I put a little bit of eyeliner and called it a day. 

Grabbing my clutch, I commanded the room to power down and made my way to the main room. The walk was long, but not too long, and since I lived here, I was quite used to it. The attendees filled in at a smooth rate holding their dates by the arm. 

"Ma'am, are you ready?" Williams voice came from behind me, scaring  the absolute hell out of me. 

"Dammit, William..." I yelled and he just laughed. "Anyways, yes I am ready..." 

Without completing the sentence, I had wondered off towards the line of people waiting to come in.

There I saw a lady, standing all alone. She looked shy, but still had that vibe of knocking a bitch out.

She was dark and had a tapered cut, that was also fluffy. The red lipstick made her lips pop and was that..

"Glitter?"

Before I realized it, I stood right next to her, looking like a fool.

"Well you're cute," she said. Her voice was soft and firm at the same time.