Chapter 22 Witche’s Birthday
Elsie
When I stepped onto the pool deck, I knew I didn’t belong there. Everything gleamed: white marble floors, crystal glasses, soft lights glinting off perfect people in perfect clothes, and over 50 guests, all in white. It was dazzling and cruel.
Soft music played in the background.
Lena’s birthday party. Her kingdom. Her rules.
And me? I was the mistake she’d invited on purpose.
The silk dress was her idea, pale, almost see-through in the light. I’d protested when she first handed it to me.
“I don’t think this is appropriate,” I’d said quietly.
She just smiled that blade-thin smile. “Don’t be silly, darling. You’re here to make an impression.”
Now, standing in the glare of it all, I realized the impression was supposed to be shame. The silk clung to me, every wrong curve exposed.
I didn’t want to be here. I made excuses to not attend, but Mrs Chavez insisted I go and have fun.
Aiden stood beside Lena, looking stiff and miserable in his spotless suit.
Across the terrace, I spotted Jacob leaning against a column, half in shadow. He was talking with some of the guests.
When Jacob’s eyes caught mine, he excused himself from a group of people he was talking to when he saw me, and when he walked up to me, he stared at me, taking in my every curve. He wore a devilish smile, that kind that makes him impossible to resist.
H leans down, all six feet of him bowing toward me, crowding me, making it impossible to breathe. His lips barely graze my ear, making me gasp and tremble.
“You look hot.” He whispered into my ear.
My pussy floods at his deep, dark tone and the way he’s controlling my every move. My every thought. My every desire.
“Who would have thought a maid put in an expensive dress would look this gorgeous?”
I’m lost in thought, reliving the feeling of his hands on me, his gaze trained on mine, his gravelly voice shooting through me and making me obey him when he was fucking me with his tongue.
But those thoughts were soon replaced with something else. My chest goes tight remembering the shameful show he displayed with Zaza when he saw me enter the lounge. It was deliberate. He wanted me to see that I meant nothing to him.
“Your girlfriend might be watching. You wouldn’t want to upset her.” I muttered. My voice a bit shaky.
A small smile curls up the corner of his lips, “You are jealous.” He accused.
“No…” I lied, trying to compose myself. “Why would I be?… I fucking hate you. Why can’t you see that?”
“No I don’t…” he smirked, reaching out to stroke my hair. “But I do see something in your eyes. Your desire for me, Elsie. You want me to shove your panties down, right here, in the full glare of all these quests, and fuck you your little pussy.”
My heart stuttered in my chest, my thighs wet with desire as my pussy throbs.
His eyes don’t leave mine for even a second. “You want my cock deep inside of you… fucking you.”
I had to be a bad little girl to enjoy something like this.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, tilting my head and rubbing his thumb across my lips. “I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth, then your tight pussy. After that, I’ll take you in the ass.”
My soft gasps at his touch gave away my hunger. Embarrassment shot through me, the shame of knowing how much he knew that I wanted him. That I crave him. I want him to do all those dirty things he said to me.
I felt another gush of wetness between my thighs, my pussy sticky with it as I squeezed them together.
Then, like warmth breaking through fog, Zaza appeared at my side. Jacob released my throat and snorted before walking off.
I expected Zaza to look mad or act crazy like Lena did when she caught Aiden and me kissing in the kitchen, but she just smiled at me. A smile that looked unexpectedly genuine.
She looked stunning in a white jumpsuit that only she could pull off. She touched my arm lightly.
“Don’t look so scared, Elsie,” she said, her voice soft and kind. “It’s just a party. You look incredible.”
She gestured toward a lounge where a few women sat, sipping champagne. “Come sit with us. Lena’s just talking shop.”
I followed her, grateful for the rescue even if I didn’t understand why she was being kind. Lena sat surrounded by her usual crowd, diamonds, fake laughs, and frozen smiles.
“Mine’s an original Chanel, custom hardware,” a woman announced, adjusting her bag like it was a crown jewel.
“Oh, divine,” Lena purred. Then her eyes found me. “But handbags are passé. Let’s talk about dresses.”
Her voice turned sugary. “Elsie, darling, who are you wearing tonight?”
My throat closed. “I—I-I don’t know the designer,” I stammered.
Lena’s smile sharpened. “Oh, that’s right. It’s mine. I loaned it to her. She’s just the help girls — our little maid.”
The laughter was quiet, but it cut just the same. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I wanted to disappear.
Zaza’s voice sliced through the tension. “Please, Lena. The dress is basic. It looks better on Elsie anyway.”
Her tone was calm, almost bored, but her eyes flashed. “Can we talk about something that isn’t ten years out of fashion?”
The other women shifted uncomfortably. I glanced at Zaza, mouthing a silent thank you. She gave me a wink — quick, protective.
That’s when I finally understood. I wasn’t there to be part of Lena’s party. I was there to be the entertainment, the humiliation.
I escaped toward the edge of the pool, trying to breathe. The air smelled of jasmine and chlorine.
I was trying to disappear when a man appeared beside me, handsome, polished, and far too confident.
“Excuse me,” he said smoothly. “I’m Thomas. I’ve been watching you for ten minutes. You look like the only honest thing here.”
I gave a small, awkward laugh. “Maybe I’m just overwhelmed.”
“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Because you don’t belong with them. You’re… something real.” He reached up and plucked my hair before I could stop him. He came up with a strand of dry leaf. “You have dirt on your hair.”
“Oh… than…” Before I could even finish, movement flashed at the edge of my vision.
Jacob.
He closed the distance in seconds. No warning, no words. His fist connected with Thomas’s nose, a brutal, clean hit. The sound cracked through the soft music. Thomas stumbled back, clutching his face as blood poured over his perfect shirt.
The party froze.
“Stop it, Jacob! He was just talking to me!” I shouted, grabbing his arm.
He ignored me, his grip tightening on my wrist. “We’re leaving.”
He dragged me through the stunned crowd, his jaw set, eyes burning. I struggled against him, furious and humiliated.