Revealing Part. One

Sheila's Pov

The night kicked off well, and everyone was on their ' A Game.

Zion spent most of the night with the blonde sisters. I was not surprised. They looked insanely hot in matching short black dresses paired with high heels. I started to feel a little dizzy after having a little too much wine to drink. I walked out to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water. My head pounded from the shouting and the loud music, so I continued to my balcony next to my bedroom to get a quiet moment alone and to get some fresh air. It was a beautiful night outside. I took a few deep breaths, and I instantly felt better when the chilly air filled up my lungs. I lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall, and glanced out over the central park.

"Nice view." I heard Zion entered the balcony behind me. I glanced over his way and saw him lean his back against the balcony railing with a massive grin on his face.

"Did you need something?" I asked and took a puff from the cigarette and blew the smoke in his direction. He raised one eyebrow and smirked as he replied.

"I don't know yet. I have not decided. I was intrigued by you at the restaurant. But there is something about a bratty woman that has grown up with a silver spoon in their mouth that disgusts me a little."

I was offended by his rude comment. How dare he makes up assumptions about me like that?

"Oh wow. Look at the little king of the underground, making assumptions about people he doesn't know as*it about. I thought you would be the last one to judge other people. But I guess I was wrong. You are just a basic f*boy." I breathed out calmly in response, not leaving my eyes from the view of the park.

I could feel his energy change. He was pissed. Good.

But I was not prepared for feeling his hand around my throat seconds later while he slammed my head against the brick wall. "Now, Sheila. If you now know who I am, then you should know not to offend me. I do not give a fuck about the fact that you have a pussy between your legs. I have killed people for less." He whispered in my ear while he started to caress his nose against my neck.

I tried to gasp for air while the impulse of feeling scared pounded through me. But I knew that was what Zion wanted me to feel, so I held my ground while Zion glared at me with a cold expression on his face, and I could see his muscles had tensed up all over his upper body, the veins had popped up all over his neck and arms. After a moment, I felt his grip loosen up a bit, and I instantly placed my hand and rubbed my neck in a reflex when he removed his hand. I was furious at that moment. I was not going to let him treat me like this without my consent.

I cleared my throat and added my Russian accent while I gave him a piece of my mind.

"Now, when you had your little playtime, I think it's my turn, Zion." I got him to back up against the balcony railing behind us, and I could see the confusion spreading all over his face.

"Do you really think I would invite you here without doing my research? I can see you have not done yours correctly. You had your hand around my throat, and I am the sister to Vladi Sokolov. The way your hand did grab my throat can leave you handless. Now, we would hate for these beautiful hands to get chopped off, wouldn't we?" I raised an eyebrow as I glanced down and noticed that he was hard as a rock underneath his jeans. Oh, the Russian dialect probably got him turned on. Fun.

Zion tried to control himself, but he should know that it was pointless by now. I was in control, and he hated to admit it. But I was not going to give him what Zion wants so quickly. I turned around and walked towards the door when he suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around. Within seconds Zion lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and then slammed me against the brick wall one more time. He rested his forehead against mine as he tried to control his heavy breathing.

"What are you doing to me?" He mumbled and caressed his head against the side of my face and nuzzled down to my neck. I heard his breathing get heavier as he inhaled the scent of my perfume. It was a blend of vanilla and jasmine. Most men went crazy when they inhaled this mixture, and I guess Zion was one of them. He rested his face against my neck, and I felt him begin to relax a little, and his breathing was more in control.

I discovered that my fingers had stroked his neck with my nails. I guess that may be the reason for his sudden mood swings. This little moment soon began to feel quite intimate, which I did not like. I needed to get out of his grip. Now. Why the hell is he acting like this anyway?

"I'm not a cuddly type, so I would like you to put me down now," I said and started to wiggle to make him lose his grip, but that only made his grip harden, and he holds onto me tighter.

"Bad move." He whispers in my ear.