Chapter 14: The Annual Dance.

Oliver’s POV.

When I came back last night, I left the clothing, bag, and shoes at the front of her door with instructions written on the note I had attached to it. I did ask her and she said no, she might be pissed about it.

The little stomps descending the staircase confirmed my suspicion. She stood in front of me, her hair all over the place.

“What is all this?” she threw the gifts I had got her to the empty spot beside me on the couch, I was sitting on, still holding onto the card my instructions were written on. From countless magazines I had been forced to read out of boredom, ladies were a fan of free gifts but once again she proved me wrong. She was different.

“I got you something nice to wear, is there a problem?”

She shook her head, picking up the note to read it out “Got you these, you should be ready by 8. We have somewhere to be” she mimicked me in a weird deep voice. Was that the way I sounded to her?

“So?” I didn’t get her point.

“Which part of you do not get to order me around like I am your dog don’t you understand?!” she scowled.

“I asked, didn’t I?” I scoffed.

“Yeah. And I told you, No” Her eyes were red as she said every word with anger, emphasizing on the word ‘no’.

“You have got to be useful, rather than spending all day watching tv and still getting paid for the services you don’t render”

Her cheeks tinted pink “Fine I will go with you, but I expect a raise.”

“No problem, we have a deal” She picked up the things she dropped and headed up the stairs, probably to her room. That was quicker than I thought.

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I had spent my whole day at the office. I stood outside waiting for Freya, I had called her an hour early to get dressed.

Coming out the door was Freya, in the dress I had bought her, the dress hugged her hips, accumulating her figure, and the slit brought out her toned legs, she looked breathtaking, and inevitably mine.

“Get in” I opened the front seat door of my car, urging her in.

We rode on the road, the silence saved for the humming of the car engine.

“If you don’t wanna head up someone’s food tonight, you had better calm your heartbeat” I warned.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Where we are headed, there are a lot of predators while your kind, the weak-minded are the preys” I pulled over in front of the building, shrugging my jacket off and placing it on her shoulders.

She smiled at me slightly thinking this was a kind gesture but the truth of the matter was I wanted to hide her human scent with mine, not to attract blood feeders. “And stay close to me at all times, that is only when I can protect you”

I could see the confusion marred on her face, she had questions to ask but that was for later not now.

We both got out of the car, the paparazzi our obstacle from entering the building. I placed my hand on the small of her back guiding her through the mass of paparazzi shoving their gadgets in our faces.

We leave the reception and walk down the long hallway leading to the party. Everything screamed luxury and power–typical of the goblins, they were the kinds assigned for –events like this.

“Relax, you are so tense” I whispered to Freya, my eyes still on where we were headed to.

Each door we passed is twice as normal, with long red curtains covering it and reaching the floor–an extra touch if extravagant the doors didn’t need aside from the diamond that adjourned it but I was already used to events like this.

“Wow” Freya gasped looking around in amazement, I would too if this wasn’t my 109th time being here.

The large banquet room is the same as it has always been

–large spaces with one wall taken over by the window, a large glass door leading to the balcony in which you could see the area mostly covered with trees.

We were all occupying the top floor tonight, for this event, the balcony door was closed, and the darkness behind the white glass had turned into a mirror in which the reflections of the banquet room and the people in it shone.

Everyone was mingling with each other, everyone wearing a rainbow of tuxes and dresses of designers with shining bright jewelry affecting the eyes, they dress like who they aren’t just for the sake of beauty, just like a mirror. Nothing of what it was reflecting was what it seemed.

The excessive use of red tint on the lips of some women with fangs hidden behind them. My eyes locked with the figure of my father and his whore, he was once an alpha it was expected for him to attend events like this, it was times like this we were supposed to act like family but fuck what they think.

I looked at the quiet lady beside me which was strange cause she always had something to say.

“Cat got your tongue?” I smirked.

“Maybe it is because of the huge man with horns headed our way, I don’t know” she said, dragging my fingers down nervously.

“What?” I looked forward to the devil himself coming our way indeed.

“Alpha Oliver” he tapped his hand on my shoulder like we were acquaintances, but we were something far from that, I hated his guts since I found out about him selling children for pleasure–he was disgusting not only on his physical appearance but on the inside.

“And who is this pretty damsel beside you?” He smiled, something between a cashiered grin and a predator smile.

“This is Freya” I placed my hand around her waist, marking my territory.

“I am sure she can speak for herself, so let her” he stared at my hand around her waist.

“Back off, Leo” I said out through clenched teeth.

He looked at Freya “Save me a dance pretty damsel” he winked, Freya not making an effort to hide her disgust as she grimaced at his request–that’s my girl.

He walked away, forcing her attention to return to me “Who was that? Are his horns real?” she threw the question at me.

“Not someone you need to worry about and No, his horns are not real” He loved to dress like a devil himself. I led us to a familiar lady standing by the bar.

“Hello madam Anastasia” I greeted, staring at her familiar figure, she hadn’t aged a bit since I last saw her.

She swore in Spanish before turning to me “Oh my Oliver, how have you been?” She smiled warmly, she was my nanny growing up, filling in for my dad since he was too occupied to look after me not that I would want him to.

“Fine, how is Eric doing? Still under observation?”

She waved me off “Oh he is fine, still in pain as always” she laughed, she was a witch—an unstable one at that, she was known all around for her psychotic trait yet my father thought she would be a great fit for a nanny, not that she didn’t do her job well–from the countless portion I had seen her make and experimented. She was a highlight of the childhood I hated so badly.

“Meet Freya” I gestured at her, she didn’t fit at an event like this–her white skin contracted to the pale skin most of the people here had.

“Oh my you came with someone for the first time” she gushes, taking Freya’s hands in hers “She is going to be a great Luna and a strong companion” She took her hand and trace the line on her pain staring into the depth of Freya’s soul–see what I meant, she was a weird one.

“Okay,” I removed her hand from her grip “See you some other time” We waltzed away, and I could feel her penetrating gaze follow us to the dance floor.

“Can I have this dance, my lady?” I bowed with my hand stretched forward.

She giggled “Why not?” she gave me her palm–her hand around my neck, mine in her waist.

“Look at you acting all gentlemanly” she cooed.

“I would show you how much of a gentleman I am, when I make you cum over and over again only by my tongue” I whispered into her ear, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

“In your dreams” she scoffed after a while.

“I would love to prove that theory right now, but your arousal would turn many heads to us, not that I mind a bit” I bit her ear, loving the way she shivers to my touch–as much I loved the dress she had on, I also wanted to take it off her but of course that wasn’t going to happen, I wasn’t going to break another rule concerning her.