Second Chances

Chapter 27

The taxi deposited us outside the ground walls of the venue and Fi and I were in awe. Before entering the grounds, there were high walls surrounding the building, and a giant iron gate that had been swung open. Hoards of people poured through the gates in a swarm of black and white, with the odd splash of colour thrown in the somewhere. Merging with the newest group heading in, we followed the crowd and made our way toward the building. As we walked the short distance to the white stoned mansion, we were able to get a better look at the venue. The outside of the building was majestic. Recently trimmed trees lined the walkway, standing tall in uniform. Wide, steep, white stairs led up to the giant golden double doors that served as the main entrance, with pillars decorated either side of the door. Numerous arched windows expanded along the width of the two-story building. Beneath our feet laid beige loose stones, loudly crunching under the feet of well over a hundred people in unison.

The boys were waiting for us at the bottom of the steps with a rounded streetlight spotlighting down on them. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, and Leon had his head tilted up to the sky, taking in the vast eternal heavens. Everett was the first of the pair to spot us, nudging Leon to get his attention, his eyes glued to us as we approached. Leon tore himself away from the stars above and clamped his eyes on me, surveying me from top to toe.

A massive grin on my face as I enjoyed Leon's obvious checking me out, I reached the boys and snaked my arms around his waist. He looked just as delicious as always. He was wearing a dark navy suit with a white shirt and a black bowtie. His blazer had black lapels, contrasting with the navy colour of the rest of his attire. His hair was freshly cut, but the top was slightly longer than he usually had it cut. It was a styled in it's usual disheveled mess.

He wasn't smiling, but his eyes had turned a shade darker, ablaze intensely with thirst and lust. His hands gripped my waist and he roughly pulled me flush against him. He bent down and spoke deep and lowly into my ear.

"If another man lays a single hand on you or even so much as looks at you in a way I don't like, I won't be held responsible for my actions." He took my earlobe in his teeth, tugging it slightly before he stood back. I looked at him, taken aback at his new, public, possessive behaviour. I must admit, it was turning me on.

I rose up to him on my tiptoes, my hands flat on his chest, biting my lip in the way I knew would get him hot and bothered instantly. "Well then baby, you better make sure they know who I belong to." I challenged, knowing Leon couldn't resist a challenge. I shot him a wink before turning around and started making my way up the stairs, when I felt a big hand crack down on my backside, followed swiftly by a hot stinging sensation. I turned back and saw that Leon had a cocky smirk on his face as he rubbed his hands together like the slap hurt him as much as it did me. Serves him right. He placed a hand low on my hip, almost touching the side of my butt, whilst his other gracefully held my hand closest to him.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I plan to." His voice matched mine and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks.

Upon reaching the top of the seemingly endless stairs, we pushed the grand entrance doors open and took a step into a large reception area. There was a sign dead in front of us with gold fancy writing and an arrow directing us which room our function was in.

I fought to prevent my mouth from hitting the floor as we walked in. The room was dark, only being dimly lit by the sparkling crystal chandeliers that hung high on the tall ceilings. There were six thick pillars, three on each side of the room, that stretched from floor to ceiling with dainty lights twisting up their length. A stage had been set up and there was a podium positioned front and centre. To the left of the room was a super long table covered from end to end with finger foods, and to the right was a bar. The room was already bustling with people, many of whom finding their seats at the tables the littered the vast space. Softly in the background played some music that anyone could barely hear over the babble of the guests.