Chapter Three // Code Red!

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Nat here again! And on a roll with the updates! As you can see Kira is one spit fire ain’t she? :p Lydia and I are having a blast writing this! :D

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Chapter Three // Code Red!

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After that little incident with Erika and her two parrots, I decided to no longer argue with her and just did what she said. I asked Chisato where the special gifts are and she said to me that they were in the basement and you had to take an elevator to get there.

When I got to the elevator, I saw a man and woman arguing. The woman was wearing a dress and a mask. Why the hell is she wearing a mask?

She takes off the mask and throws it at the man. “I can’t take it anymore! It’s over you cheater!” She cries. 

The masks she threw looked a mask you would wear at a masquerade ball. I gaze at the mask that was lying on the floor. The man picked it up and brushes it off. 

He sighs and mutters sadly. “Now I don’t have a date.” 

Wait, a second…Isn’t he…?

He looks up, our eyes meet. I quickly look away, hoping he wouldn’t see me. The man was the same guy that I bumped into this morning!

My eyes stare to my right, hoping to act I didn’t see anything what so ever. Just act cool, Kira…

“You just saw the whole thing, didn’t you?” 

“Uh…Sorry?” I squeak out. 

“Aw, come on. Don’t run away. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” He grins. He doesn’t seem to notice that I have met him before. Does he have like a small brain or something? 

“W-What?” 

He grabs me by the hand and drags me into the elevator with him. Crap, crap! Creeper alert! Creeper alert!

The elevator was quite large, and it was your average elevator. It had class windows that made you see everything from the outside. 

The man was still holding onto my hand. “Whew, I’m lucky I found another date.” He says to himself in a happy tone.

Date?! I’m sorry but I didn’t agree to this!

“There’s no way I could go to the party without a beautiful woman on my arm.” He carries on. 

Thanks for referring me as a piece of jewellery…

“What party?” I question. I have work to do!

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