44. it's officially a party

Shirleen sighed, "This is not funny," she told them and made her way towards the ongoing fight. With each step she made the guests parted for her like the red sea and for the first time she thought she could get used to it. She could see a man lying on the floor barely moving his nose and mouth were both bleeding, his right hand was bend at an odd angle confirming what she heard breaking. The other man was held in Adrian's hand while he punched the man over and over in the face not caring about the bleeding the man was suffering from. The man had a black eye and another cut just below said eye that was bleeding profusely. No one dared interfere for they were all aware of Adrian's reputation and they feared him. When he is calm, he is calm but when he is consumed by rage everyone stayed the hell away from him. Adrian was lost in a bloodlust she had known he harboured deep inside but had never seen before and she wondered if she would be able to stop it. But the minute he heard the clicking of her heels on the marble floor approaching him he stopped abruptly and dropped the man onto the floor then turned to look at her his eyes full of rage. She walked closer to him without stopping and caressed his face softly a smile on her face. The rage slowly subsided and his eyes cleared and an adoring expression transformed his hard features as he looked into her eyes. The ballroom was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop if it dropped onto the marble floors. She reached for a napkin from a table and wiped his knuckles which had blood on them, blood that was not his and she breathed in a relieved breath. She turned to look at the guests leaning on Adrian's chest and Adrian placed his hand around her waist letting his palm flatten at the curve between her waist and her ass, "Well what is a party like ours without a little bloodshed," she joked and the whole room laughed. "I believe this party is a little boring we need a little upbeat music. I believe some afro beats where ladies can shake their African ass is just the thing we need. We are Africans so let us dance like Africans after all waltz and slow dancing are overrated," she said with a conspirators wink and a flick of her hand and African music filled the room loudly. A few men dressed in suits came to clear the unconscious bodies of the two unfortunate fellows lying on the ground. The lights dimmed and the party officially begun. Shirleen pulled Adrian onto the dancefloor for a dance. "You are the most amazing woman in the world," he said close to her ear as others joined them on the dancefloor. She turned to look at the room and found Angela watching a slight smile on her face as if she was amused. Angela raised her glass of champagne as if to tell her well-played and turned away to continue talking to the woman beside her.