A Crazy night with the Mafia Alpha

KIARA'S POV

Are you sure about this Mila?" I look at my friend and then at my wristwatch. It is already past 10 pm. I look back once again, wanting to go back home.

The closer we get to the biviclub, the more goosebumps I get. I wasn't only nervous but anxious.

At first, I never wanted to go to the biviclub, for the billionaire's party. Mila had insisted. Now I feel so tensed the closer I get to the club building. Everything about the party is weird, the fact that all girls have to wear masks. Dress in black sleeveless short gowns. Wear silver hills. Get a ticket. Once in, you can't leave until it's 4 am. All this drew a suspicious image in my head.

"We are here already" Mila responded. She seems a bit annoyed. She thinks that she did me a huge favor by getting me a ticket. A ticket that would have cost me a fortune if I bought it with my money. But it wasn't. If not that I needed money desperately for my grandma's surgery, I won't have allowed her to brainwash me with the excuse that I would find help from a rich billionaire. My grandma suddenly slumped one early morning. And now the doctor is requesting a large sum of money. How could I gather that much? I was only a chef and the more annoying fact is that I am the only family she had now.

Once we got to the entrance, the security man requested our ticket. I dig my hand into my little purse and bring out what looks like an invitation card. It was the ticket. I extend the ticket to the man. He returned it after looking closely at me and then at the screen of his laptop. He did the same to Mila.

"Why did he look at me like that"

" He will check every face that enters here. To confirm the one-million ticket is not stolen."

" And how was my face recorded there, if I'm not mistaken, you said you got the tickets for a kiss?"

" I sent him your photograph. Yes! For a kiss, everyone has their own talent" she winked at me.

"Hmm... I have a bad feeling"

"About what? ...this? Look, Kiara, it's your first time at a party, I also felt the same way at James' party, but look who is here, alive and dripping in cash" Mila thinks that nonsense will calm me. I pretend not to be disgusted by it. She kept on Chirping. I ignore her and look around the vicinity, everywhere is quiet and dark. I can feel a knot in my stomach for the second time. The only important thing I catch from what she is saying is "he said he'd be present here, once I meet him, you are on your own. Make sure to enjoy the night. Find yourself a man! You may...

"That's enough" I get angry and interrupt her. She is fond of turning everything into a plus. I hate it when she does that. Ignoring the negative possible outcome.

She hisses and grabs my hand and pulls me forward. I sheepishly followed. We go through the hallway and finally, enter a large room filled with loud music. I cover my face with my mask and walk nervously to a corner.

The large sophisticated room was lit up with disco lights. The mask hides everyone's identity but the disco light made it look as if one girl appeared many times due to similar outfits.

The feeling of anxiety never left me. The knot I felt in my stomach was getting tight. If only I knew what was awaiting me, I would quickly turn back and go back home without giving a damn. But unfortunately, I didn't.

I walk further into the building. embarrassed by the continuous stare from men. I feel I am naked before their eyes. I try drawing my gown down a little bit, but that exposed my bobs the more.

"It's not like they will eat you," Mila says. She noticed how shaky I have become. The time isn't going fast, still 10:30 pm. I can't believe I will stay here until it's 4 am. I gave her a fake smile and grab a glass from the waiter/waitress. Their identities are hidden as well. They had their face covered with masks. All are dressed in plain black trousers, white collar shirts, sleeveless black jackets, and hand gloves.

I notice that unlike me, everyone present has a great desire. I seem to be the only one forced to attend one. I roll my eyes at the masked faces. Everyone is paired. Gays, lesbians, and straight ones.

My mind went blank as I stare at the crowd, noting every detail. Suddenly, eyes caught an interesting couple. She was acting shy and innocent. Looking at her, you will notice she's faking. He tried to kiss her but she turn her face away. He gets up and grabs her hand as she gave him a signal. I watched as he pinned her to do wall and... I couldn't stare anymore.

I shifted my gaze to my side and surprisingly, Mila was gone. I search the whole room for her with my eyes and finally see someone that wore the design of the gown she wore earlier. With her covered face, it was impossible to know if she was really the one. She is sitting with a guy. He must be the guy that she came here for. His face was covered with a mask too, whether he is handsome or not I can't tell.

I took a deep sip of the deep red wine and exhale. I assured myself the hundredth time that I only came here because Mila wanted me to and not to engage in any sexual escapades.

"Why am I here, I murmur, as if someone is eavesdropping. I gulped down the last few contents of my glass and with my nervous hands, I grab another once a waiter came around.

Many eyes were still staring at me. Even those with their partner. " I don't like the way they look at me," I say a bit loudly.

" How do they look ' at a sexy and beautiful girl," I noticed an unfamiliar feminine voice beside me. I turned to my side and saw a slim figure. I move away from her seductive moves.

She must be a lesbian. Just like in the movies, where the lesbians go around looking for their hordes to fuck. she stared seductively at me. "I am not into girls. I said with a cool smile. I loved the content in my glass, it helps relax a bit. I continue to study the guests, ignoring the girl beside me.

She picks a glass from a waiter passing and spatters the contents on me...

I shut my eyes and with my hands blocked the content from touching my face. I stayed in that manner for minutes but I didn't feel my body wet. Was I hallucinating? How could the liquid I saw leaving the glass not on me yet?

I opened my eyes to find out myself, someone had blocked the wine from splashing on me. His face isn't t clear due to his mask but his stature was great.

"Don't be harsh bitch! " he uttered the last word raucously stretching the letter. The girl snarled and left.

"It's alright," said the man, with a charming smile. I bet his face would look good too. He does not prompt me with conflicting feelings. I felt as comfortable as I would feel beside Mila. I can see how balanced he is at the moment.

"Thank y... " I am still saying but he turns around and leaves without another word. I don't understand what I did wrong. Maybe my gestures drive him away, I remember reading novels about a party where every gesture has its meaning. Whether you should accept someone or reject him are all with gestures. Words have no power there. I only dressed my hair that was almost covering my eyes. Should I chase after him to help him clean up the mess? ... No! , something else might happen. If this truly is the kind of party where words are powerless, he might misunderstand and think that I am interested in him

I look around, confused. I wanted to find my friend to clear up my confusion but she was nowhere to be found. All the people around me were in pairs. I was the only one alone. I felt a bit isolated.

I take another glass of wine. This will be the last, I promised myself. I wouldn't like to get drunk in this kind of atmosphere. I sip the content slowly. The feeling of wanting to be with someone disappeared.

I really wish I could be on my cozy bed right now, covering my whole body with my blanket. That feeling is all I want right now. This will be the last time I will ever let myself be persuaded and brought to a place I didn't want to be. Not by anyone, not even Mila

The atmosphere is getting tenser for me. Thanks to the glass of heaven wine in my hand. It gives me an elated feeling. I picked an interesting couple and focused on them. It's lovely watching the two love birds. Hmmm, having a boyfriend might be interesting. I never tried again since after my liaison with Micheal. He promised to stand by me but where is he now? We broke up after I denied him sex. He claimed he would never date a woman that is not sex-driven. That was when I concluded that men are really only after your pants, nothing more. It's been 3 years now.