Page 5 of Cursed Encounter
“He is a man lost in too much power.”
I turn my attention to Mayor DuPont. He gestures wildly, nearly spilling the contents of his drink on his wife beside him. But he doesn’t even notice. All of his attention is on Aubert.
Another sneer twists up my mouth. I’d complain about this city being so corrupt, but I really have no room to talk.
Lester DuPont has been the mayor for decades despite there being laws on the number of consecutive terms one can serve. What can you do when he’s run unopposed all these years? No one will step up. No one will take it from him. And it really doesn’t come as a surprise, given the company he surrounds himself with. Why haven’t I tried? It’s a question I often ask myself. Yeah, it would give me satisfaction if I could actually pull it off. The only thing is, I don’t want it. Not to mention, I already have a big enough target on me now, pissingAubert off in a such a big public way would only make my life worse.
“And what are you?” he asks, and I can hear the humor in his tone. Aubert and I are nothing alike, and Torrin knows it. He simply loves to rile me up.
“A man who is aware of his power. A man who acknowledges the people who’ve helped him obtain it, and the people who help him keep it. I do not step on them, I protect them.” And that just scratches the surface of how we are different. Maybe my methods are a bit dark gray, but I have no desire to hurt the good people of this city.
I push off the wall and begin to circle the room, my attention never straying from Aubert for long. We lock eyes, but luckily, someone steals his attention before he can make it to me.
The scent of fresh roses drifts into my nose. I close my eyes and tilt my head, trying to pinpoint the direction it’s coming from. Not just fresh roses. Wild. Like the ones surrounding the city. The ones people have tried to kill numerous times before, yet they always come back. Summer after summer, those roses are there with their little buds and thick thorns, filling the air with a bittersweet scent which is like nothing I’ve ever smelled before.
But it’s not summer, and we’re in the dead middle of the city. There’s no way I should be smelling them now.
My lids snap open, and my gaze instantly locks with a pair of deep brown eyes behind a light pink mask.
Her champagne-colored dress clings to her like a second skin. Her thick ass catches my attention as she turns and walks away from me. I can’t stop watching. The crowded room parts for her. She’s getting away.
I wait, letting her cross the room and find a spot to perch. She turns around and holds my eyes, as if she could feel my gaze on her the entire time.
I flash her a smirk as I see her tits heaving, threatening to spill over the square-cut neckline. Yeah, I want to get my hands on those.
She looks over her shoulder. I’m not sure why, there’s no one behind her. Is she searching for someone? Or does she think I want someone else? There’s a sweetness in the way she nervously fiddles with her caramel-colored hair, which hangs in thick curls around her shoulders.
Her head tilts down, and she flutters her lashes briefly as she peeks back up at me. She looks stuck between calling me over and wanting to run.
Oh, my sweet little doe,I think as I feel the hot blood pumping through my veins. If she’s going to run, I sure as hell am going to chase after her.
She is mine tonight.
But she surprises me. She doesn’t run, not exactly. Instead, she turns with the grace of a woman full of confidence and walks toward the back of the room.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea?” Torrin asks.
“I don’t think she’s going to kill me,” I tell him. She wants me, and I’m not letting this opportunity pass me by. She’s too delectable to let slip through my fingers. “Watch the good host for me, will you?”
I leave Torrin there and chase after the sweet beauty calling me to her with a siren’s song.
TWO
Donovan
I trail behind the beckoning beauty with slow steps, ignoring the eyes of everyone I pass. Up the stairs. Down the hall.
I follow the scent when the lights become too dim for me to see. The end of the hall is out of sight, and I might be worried my steps are taking me straight into a black hole if I hadn’t been this way before.
I smirk as she reaches the end. But my smirk dies when she flings open the door in front of her and light spills out into the hall, silhouetting her in a warm glow. A door which should be locked, but I don’t have it in me to think about why it’s not. She’s thirty feet away, and as she pauses to look over her shoulder at me, I manage to cut the distance in half. She rushes out the door and into the back quarters of the house. I’m on the hunt. The thrill sends tingles skipping down my spine. I manage to catch the door right before it closes, stepping into the dim light with a sinister smile.
Hewouldn’t want me here, so I can’t help but take pleasure in knowing I’m about to tarnish the space Greely Aubert keeps off-limits to guests.
Her scent trails behind her, filling the hall. She’s gone left, and I turn on my heels to stalk after her. When she spins around, there’s a tentative smile on her face and a hint of fear in her eyes.
My cock twitches at the sight. Up another flight of stairs and down another hall. It’s almost starting to feel like a dream. I stalk after her with only one thing in mind.
She lets me back her up against the white door at the end of the hall. I’m not sure what this wing holds since I’ve never gone this far into the belly of the house. Half of me wishes to find Aubert’s bedroom behind the door, while the other half would be thrilled if it happened to be his office. I suppose it doesn’t matter because I’m about to fuck this woman either way. The fact that I’ve taken my pleasure in his house will simply be the cherry on top.
