"What colour of panties are you wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She countered
"I won't repeat the question again"
"Red. They're red" she swallowed
"Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me"
"Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
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Charlotte was currently talking to some other guests, not too far away, so Raven strolled to meet her.
It took the next one hour, for Raven to finally realize what Mistress Rita had been talking about.
Everyone was here. Absolutely everyone was here. Everyone she'd ever known...
All her colleagues from the bank, other bank managers, major stake holders in the bank, she was more than heavily shocked, when she came across Mr Maverick Davenport, in the party! The same man - acting CEO of Stanford, who had called her just last night and threatened to fire her! When he secretly knew he was going to be at her birthday party! The nerve
No, something was not right. Charlotte sure as hell did not have half the connections, to invite a man like Maverick Davenport, a man that high up the food chain, her boss, to a party like this. And if Raven was right about this, then neither did Mistress Rita as well. The Mistress had no business with a man like Maverick Davenport. Raven doubted if they've ever even met.
They must have really had a lot of tremendous help, in getting half of this people to come here, because a lot of them, were out of their league!
"We had help. This is way too huge a party to plan by just the both of us. And you'll realize that, when you meet some of the guests here"
Raven now remembered the words the Mistress had used.
Raven became even more certain of those words, when she saw Dmitri Machiavelli, the president of three countries, and some public figures she never could have dreamt of being in a room with. Hell, these men were icons, some were even her personal role models, but most importantly, they knew absolutely nothing about her, or if she even existed. So how the heck will they know to come to her birthday party? Billboards musicians, award winning actors, these place was packed full.
She also came across some more familiar faces like Mistress Survena, Mistress Ashley, Master Greyson, Master Daniel, and the other people she'd had to work with, the first time she'd met Mikhail. She'd of course exchanged pleasantries with them, but other than that, they hadn't had much to say between themselves, and they certainly hadn't brought Mikhail up in the conversations.
"You look stunning Raven. Dance with me" Raven heard from behind her, and quickly turned to face, to her very surprise, Raphael Constantine.
"And why would I do that, Raphael? Or is it Nathaniel these days? What are you even doing here? There's no way you were given an invitation to be here." Raven challenged
Instead of answering, he grasped her hand, and before she could react, dragged her unto the dance floor, just as the orchestra began playing the tune for a waltz
"What the? How dare you? You will let go of me this instant!"
"Shhh. All these people are here to watch you, and see you perform. You don't want to disappoint them do you? How would it look like if the birthday girl never got asked to waltz?"
"Rapha-"
"Dip" he cut her off, as he bent her over, and Raven bent into a dip on instinct
"She can dance" his compliment sounded more like mockery to Raven's ears
"What do you want Raphael?"
"A friendship. It was obvious we got off the wrong start."
"We? Oh no, it was all you. Only one of us possesses a dick. I guess that made it fitting in your mind, for you to behave like one as well, the first time we met" she muttered sarcastically
"Drop that scowl of your face, and plant a smile. Or the people here are going to think that you were forced to dance with me" he ordered
"And oh, how accurate they'd be. Or wasn't I?" she rolled her eyes
"But no reason they have to know that." he amended Smoothly
"Plus, I heard a complaint was filed against you at the office. Tell me, how many of those need to be filed, before you're in the threat of loosing your position as manager?"
Raven turned to look at him accusingly
"Don't bite my head off with your stare Raven. It wasn't me who filed those, as I'm sure you're well aware. It was someone from your office. Nothing as painful as having disloyal staffs"
"I'm not their employer. I don't sign their paychecks. I'm just the manager" Raven bit out furiously, trying to salvage what was left of her bruised pride. Although in actual sense, she was hurt that one of her co-workers would do that to her.
"Nevertheless, you might as well use this moment to make Maverick Davenport see that you are doing everything you can, to win me over, by trying to dance with me. You know, make a good impression on him." he murmured suggestively in her ear, smiling afterwards
Raven would have instantly dished out something snarky to say to him, when she began to notice the changes in the atmosphere. The other guests had instantly stopped dancing, and that could probably have been because all of a sudden, the music had stopped as well. Raphael no doubt noticed the changes too, because he too had come to a standstill and they were no longer dancing, plus he was actually keeping quiet for the first time since they'd began.
That was when Raven felt it. The changes in her pulse. Heck, the change in her entire breathing pattern, the erratic, irregular beating of her heart, the electricity tingling through her spine like it had a right to be there, the sweet curling of her slightly numb toes, the unapologetic arousal of the tender hairs at the base of her neck, and the proud greeting of her two traitorous nipples as they rose to full heights...oh so sweetly.
Mikhail was here. It was a stated fact. Yes, she knew her body that much. It was the way it had greeted him in the past, it was most certainly the way it embarrassingly greeted him now. In fact she could bet that not only was he here, he was standing really close, behind her as well. She knew it as sure as she knew she breathed, even though she was yet to turn around.
Yet even with knowing that, it still didn't take away the sting of blissful surprise, pain-filled torturous joy she felt, the momemt she turned around, and indeed found him there, staring straight at her.
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A/N: New chapter up! Don't forget to vote. Don't forget to drop a Comment. And yay! Mikhail is back! Give me a follow you guys! Shower me with some love😉😀. I've struggled to give him the entrance he deserves. See you next Mikhail chapter!
