Masquerade ball -2

"Ma'am, I'll get you another one." the butler said but I didn't pay attention because I was busy shooting daggers at that mysterious man with his back to me and the glass in his hand as he talked with some couple. Didn't he notice I was about to take it? For God's sake, it's spiked, and I don't want anyone else to drink it except Olivier. I moved closer to him, ready to argue with him about the glass, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I overheard their conversation.

"I had a great time working with you as your partner, Mr. Watson," the man said as the woman next to him smiled gratefully at him.

"It's been an honor." "Said the thick familiar voice." It was the same voice I wished I could hear over and over. So thick and deep. The voice belonged to none other than LOGAN WATSON, aka the person, I should avoid for the rest of the evening.

When I realized the drink was in his hand, I widened my eyes. He didn't make a move to drink it until now because he was too busy talking, but it won't last long. Think Karolia! Think! You must act immediately. You can't give him the drink. God, please help me!

Because I didn't have any other options, I did the first thing that came to mind. I approached him and purposefully bumped into him from the side, jerking his hand in the process, making the drink spill on his suit. I'm so sorry Log, I didn't have any other choice.

"Fuck," he hissed at me, and I faked a gasp.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't notice you. I'm truly sorry." In a thick gravelly voice, I said. Hearing my own voice made me cringe. You might think I could have just run away, but that would be suspicious, and I can't risk that, especially with this man who knows everything there is to know about me. I just hope he doesn't recognize me with this phony voice and disguised appearance. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was afraid it would jump out at any moment.

"Are you fucking blind, lady?" he growled lightly as he wiped a towel across his suit. To keep my tongue under control, I took a deep breath. I was about to respond to him with a sassy remark, but I stopped myself. Don't take any chances! We can't take the chance!

"I said I'm sorry," I said huskily, and he looked up at me, a glare on his face. When our gazes met, I felt myself sinking into the deep ocean blue eyes. When I look into his eyes, it's as if I've lost control of my mind and body as I fall into his mesmerizing gaze, and this time was no exception. We locked gazes for a moment before I averted my gaze because I felt he was seeing right through my eyes. He's pretty sexy, and I wish I wasn't in this position where I could only stand there and stare at him without doing anything. It's not the time, woman, to let your hormones loose. But how come I didn't recognize him as he walked down the stairs? Perhaps I was distracted by my thoughts, and he, too, was wearing a mask.

I raised my eyes to see the woman he had come with wiping his suit with a kerchief. Smoke was blowing out of my ears. Now I'm certain it's not Mia. She would never dare to get close to Logan. And, based on what I know, Mia is not the daughter of a freaking billionaire. So, who is this woman Logan brought with him? What is his relationship with her?

"Stop staring, lady. You've already done a lot of harm here. Leave before he does something you'll be sorry for." The woman hissed at me. I looked up to see Logan frowning and shaking his head before turning to deal with his suit.

"Gosh, you're so mean and tempered," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. I'll lose control if I spend any more time with her. I turned to face a butler who was serving the guests juice.

"Excuse me." The man moved his gaze to me.

"Yes ma'am. Do you want to have something to drink?" I shook my head politely when he asked.

"Thank you, but no. Can you, however -" Logan's head snapped in my direction, and I cut myself.

Please don't identify. Please don't! I chanted in my head as I cleared my throat, then spoke again in a deep voice.

"Could you please direct me to the restroom?" When I asked, the butler pointed to the right side of the room. I thanked him and walked away. Logan was staring at me curiously the entire time, making me feel uneasy. Even though I was sorry for ruining his suit, I couldn't do anything. This is much better than drinking that spiked drink and being out of mind.

I entered the small passage that leads to many other passages. I took a left and walked toward a door, hoping to find a restroom. When I opened the door, my guess was correct. I went inside before texting Scarlet to meet me here. I'm at a loss for what to do now that the drink is gone.

As I waited for her, I checked myself in the mirror, adjusting my dress and mask. Scarlet scurried in with a scowl after the door opened after five minutes.

"This place is a shithole. It's as puzzling as a labyrinth. It took three minutes to find the restroom." Scarlet grumbled, and I laughed. What she said was correct. This location is puzzling. For the first time, I'm seeing a party hall in a basement, and it even has a passage in the right corner that leads to many other rooms. This is incredible...

"However, why did you call me?" Scarlet inquired, and I recounted the entire incident to her, beginning with Logan taking the spiked drink.

"Damn, girl. I was going to text you when Logan arrived so you wouldn't run into him by accident, but it looks like you already did." Scarlet mumbled. I frowned as I tried to come up with another plan in my head but couldn't come up with anything. Scarlet then gave me a sly grin.

"You're lucky. I decided to bring an extra one just in case "Scarlet's words lit up my eyes like a Christmas tree. I threw myself at her and wrapped a tight hug around her.

"You're the best," I said, and Scarlet laughed as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Patrick is kind of suspicious about me. He claims I'm hiding something from him and other such nonsense. So, I'll hand you the tablet. Place it in the drink." She then placed her hands inside her dress and pulled a small packet from her bra.

"Yeah, I can manage that," I said.

"Hold on," she said as she opened her silver stoned clutch purse to get a card, and I frowned.

"What's that?" I inquired, puzzled.

"This is Tyler's keycard. Patrick informed me that each family member has their own room for tonight, which they can use as needed. So I asked Tyler to lend me the key on the condition that Pat and I could have some alone time." She winked, but I could see the embarrassment she was attempting to conceal. "This way, you won't have to pick a random room for the plan." She stated this. To express my gratitude, I crushed her again in a hug and mumbled numerous "thank yous." I swear, if you had someone like Scarlet by your side, you could easily complete all of the missions.

I quickly exited the restroom with a tablet in my hand, followed by Scarlet five minutes later. I noticed Olivier standing in a corner on his phone, and I believe this is the best time to introduce myself to him. I took a glass and walked over to the rectangular table. I poured a drink into the glass. I then looked around to make sure no one was looking at me before dropping the tablet into the drink, which immediately burst and dissolved in the liquid. Wow...that was both quick and amazing to watch. I added two cubes of ice to the drink.

I poured a glass of tequila and drank it all at once. The drink burned my throat, so I shook my head to relieve the discomfort. He was no longer on his phone, but was instead staring at a lady's buttocks as she danced with her date.

As I got closer, his bright green eyes met mine, and he tilted his head to the side, watching me with interest. Is there any way I can back out now? I'm not sure what kind of mess I'm going to get myself into. We're talking about a cold-blooded criminal here. He'll have my head in his hands if I make one wrong move.

Yes, Karrie, you can do it! Consider what he had done to your parents and so many other helpless souls. You want answers, and this is the only way to get them.

I came to a halt in front of him and smiled seductively at him. My right hand, which was holding the glass, was lightly shaking, so I tightened my grip on it. He smirked as I trailed my left finger seductively up and down his left arm. I was taken aback when I noticed he had six fingers instead of five on his left hand. How come I didn't notice this before?

You were always running away from him to notice such a minor detail. My conscience chimed in. Before focusing on the situation, I mentally shake my head.

"What a beauty you are, sugar," He said in that deep voice that had haunted my thoughts for the past eleven months.

"Want a drink?" I asked him in a deep voice, and my voice surprised me. It didn't even flinch for a single second. It was daring and seductive. I mentally congratulated myself.

He then took the glass from my grasp and brought it slowly to his lips, drinking from it while his gaze was fixed on mine. His gaze was sultry, and I did my best to ignore it. I didn't even blink as I watched him drink every last drop.

"Akira." I went ahead and introduced myself. He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it. I clenched my teeth before smiling at him, indicating that I approved of his move. To be completely honest, I was disgusted. I should definitely wash my hands with holy water seven times.

"What a sexy name for such a beautiful woman as you. I'm Olivier by the way." He said and circled his thumb on the backside of my hand.

"Your name isn't any worse," I smirked back at him, despite the fact that I was hiding my fear inside.

"I like it when people are feisty." His voice slurred slightly. I guess the drug is starting to work. I'm glad I don't have to do this dirty flirting anymore. It's time to make the next move!

"Would you like to go somewhere private?" I asked, and he laughed. He then gave me that hot look that tells me I'm on the right track.

"Lead the way, sugar," he said, and I smirked. I then slowly turned around, exposing my right thigh as the slit moved to both sides. As his gaze was fixed on my thighs, I turned my head back and winked at him. I then took a step forward, with him close behind.

We came to a halt in the second-to-last room of the dimly lit passage, and I opened it with the card key Scarlet had given me. The room was medium-sized, with a queen-size bed in the centre and a nightstand beside the bed that held a table lamp. The walls were beige, and the curtains were all pearl white.

I shut the door but did not lock it. I'm not a fool. If something goes wrong, I need to get away! I tried to calm my nerves by taking a few deep breaths before turning around to face Olivier, his mask in his hand. I gulped silently as I saw his face for the first time in months.

"Come on, sugar, let's have some fun." He huskily slurred and began walking in my direction. For a split second, my heart stopped, and I forgot what I was supposed to do. His eyes were lustful, and his body stumbled.

"Uh-Oh." With a flick of my finger, I pushed him away. He stumbled backwards. I circled him for a few moments as he amusedly watched me.

"How about we try something different?"

" I asked him, making sure to keep my fake thick voice seductive. He glanced at me and smirked.

"As long as it's pleasurable," he slurred, "I'm ready for anything." Eww...

Pleasurable..... my ass!

"I'm sure you'll enjoy." I grinned as I pushed him to his knees with all my might.

"What are you doing, sugar?" He inquired, surprised.

"Something different," I said, slowly licking my dried, trembling lips.

"How about you take off your belt and hand it over to me?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said, his eyes brightening. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it to the ground before removing his belt from his pants and handing it to me. I took it from his grasp and followed him. I had to bend down a little because he was sitting. With shaky hands, I took his hands and tied them behind his back with the belt. This was for my protection in case he tried to do something like touch me. We can't take that chance!

"Whatever you're doing, I'm loving it," he said and I rolled my eyes from behind. Oh, how I wish I could just smack his head against a wall and get answers instead of trying to seduce him. I chose this strategy because it is always easy to get answers from a drugged person. And right now, Olivier is completely out of his mind, and whatever I ask him, he might tell me the truth without hesitation. You may be wondering why I am attempting to obtain answers in this manner. Well, the answer is simple: whatever I tell him to do right now, he will do it obediently, believing it is part of the seduction process, even answering some questions. Scarlet came up with the idea. That girl is a genius.

I then attempted to untie his tie but failed because my hands shivered uncontrollably. Olivier laughed.

"You're trembling because you're so excited to do it," he purred. Excited? I'm terrified as hell!

'He is now in your hands, Karolia. He has no power over you. There is nothing to be afraid of.'

Before composing myself, I mentally repeated the sentence several times. I raised my head high as I gazed into Olivier's lust-filled eyes. I yanked on the tie a little too hard, causing Olivier to grumble, and then I smoothly removed it. I blindfolded his eyes with the tie so he couldn't see anything. Then I took a feather from his mask and tickled it in his ear before trailing it along his jawline.

"What exactly is it?" He inquired huskily.

"My hands," I said in my natural tone. Why strain myself to make a new voice when I'm sure he won't remember any of this when he wakes up tomorrow? It's extremely difficult!

I rolled my eyes as he purred, "So soft and ticklish." I then walked in front of him, my heels loudly clicking against the floor. His breathing was laboured as he relished the sensation. I stepped in front of him and smacked him across the face. He chuckled as his face jerked sideways.

"Why?" I questioned him. My pent-up rage and frustration were erupting in waves. I want to know why he murdered my parents.

"Do it again, it felt great!" He moaned, and I slapped him again, this time harder.

"Why did you murdered my parents?" I asked, my veins churning with rage. I decided it was better to get right to the point than to dilly-dally.

"Let's have some fun, baby. Whatever parents you're referring to that I don't understand can go to hell. I want to see you, so take off the blindfold." I clenched my fists as he spoke. I should have known he wouldn't remember who I was referring to!

"OK, fine," I said as I slammed my hands on his shoulders, hard enough to make him wince.

"Who killed your wife?" I asked him. I'm sure he won't forget who murdered his wife even in his sleep. That dreadful night when he murdered my parents, he claimed he was simply carrying out his boss's orders. He also claimed that his wife was murdered because of me on that fateful night when he caught me in the street. So, who is his leader? He is at the top of the chain. He is the mastermind behind all of this!

"Tell me, who murdered your wife?" As he remained silent, I asked him again. He opened and then closed his mouth.

"My love, my wife. She is no longer alive. He killed her." I huffed as he mumbled painfully. His pain pales in comparison to mine and the pain of others who have suffered greatly as a result of him. And for all of this, he should go to hell!

"Who murdered her?" I gritted my teeth. He's putting my patience to the test.

"My boss," he began, but the bedroom door burst open before he could finish. I quickly jumped in fright and turned around to the door My heart suddenly stopped beating as my gaze met with the person I was supposed to avoid tonight.

"What the fuck is going on here?" And he was furious! He was enraged as hell!