7-On The Yacht

"No!" I screamed, opening my eyes.

'It was a dream, thank goodness.' I sighed, relieved but my dress was drenched with sweat.

I sat up, taking in my surroundings, the walls were different, the bed smaller than the one I slept in yesterday.

This was a different room.

"Is he flaunting his wealth by moving me to different rooms?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

Just as my feet hit the floor, the room shook. The chandelier above were swaying dangerously and I panicked.

"Earthquake..." I gripped the bedpost and waited for five long minutes before stepping out of the room.

Outside the room, in the corridor, strangely I felt cold. So cold that goosebumps appeared on my body.

I hugged myself tightly to keep warm.

While walking, I noticed that this hotel was different from I stayed yesterday.

I took the stairs as I couldn't get an elevator. As I climbed the stairs, the building shook again, and I stumbled, feeling my foot slip until a firm grip held my waist, saving me just in time.

"Thank you." I whispered, breathless, and turned to meet the face of my helper.

It was Conti, Lorenzo assistant.

Blonde hair, piercing green eyes, pointed nose, muscular built, and sharp cheekbones that made him almost perfect. My heart beat just a little faster as I stared at him. Unlike Lorenzo, Conti wore no mask.

"Be careful," Conti said bluntly, with no emotion, before releasing me.

Handsome men with bad attitudes, I thought, trying to steady myself.

"Be careful," I mocked under my breath as he strode off, unimpressed.

I reached the top floor to the hum of laughter's and the sight of people dancing, and drinking. What was going on?

I grabbed a fork and nibbled some snacks.

"Mm yummy."

Moments later, I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter and drank it. The liquid burned my throat, and I felt dizzy.

Some minutes later, the walls around me blurred, and I blinked repeatedly, watching the ceiling spin. When I glanced up, it felt like I could almost touch the stars, so vivid they seemed.

I staggered to the balcony, hoping for a breath of fresh air, only to freeze at the sight below. Ocean waves surrounded, stretching endlessly in every direction. We were on a yacht!

"Wow," I murmured, watching the ocean. It's my first time on a yacht and I loved the view. I made my way back inside, grabbed another drink, and joined others, swaying to the music. My eyes roamed the crowd, searching for Lorenzo. But he was nowhere to be seen.

As the music grew louder, pounding in my skull, a stabbing headache pulsed behind my eyes. I tried to push through the crowded dance floor, desperate for a quiet place, when I bumped into another woman.

The woman's hand struck my cheeks before I could react. "Are you blind?" the woman snapped.

The sting of the slap left me breathless. "Why did you do that? It was a mistake." I whispered, still dizzy, my body heavy and sluggish.

"It's not my fault you can't watch where you're going." The woman's brow furrowed as she studied me. "Wait… who are you?" She asked with her friends starring at me equally suspicious.

"I have not see you before." The lady added.

"Sorry," I muttered which is usual of me, but fighting in this my condition will be the worst thing to do.

"Is that all you have to say?" the woman sneered, her perfectly manicured finger jabbing into my shoulder.

"Please… stop." My stomach churned, and I swallowed, fighting the urge to vomit.

Was the drink alcoholic?

I thought it was non-alcoholic and that's why I drank it. I have low tolerance to alcohol.

"Shit!" I cursed.

"Tomy, she just called you shit." a short brown-haired chimed in, her gaze cold.

"So, you think you can disrespect me?" The woman, apparently named Tomy, grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me toward the balcony with her friends following her.

Tomy shoved me roughly against the railing, a dark gleam in her eye. "Let's teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Before I could respond, the nausea took over, and I threw up, splattering Tomy's elegant gown.

A horrified silence fell as Tomy looked at her dress shocked.

"My clothes!" she shrieked, her face twisted in rage. Her hands shot to my throat, her nails digging into my skin as she forced my back against the iron railing.

Tomy brought out a Barb rope and aimed at me.

Tears flooded my eyes, my hands weakly clawing at Tomy's grip. "Please," I gasped, voice breaking.

"Die, you bitch!" Tomy hissed, her fingers tightening.

"What's going on here?" A cold, commanding voice was heard.

Tomy's grip loosened, and I fell to my knees, coughing and clutching my bruised neck. I looked up through blurry eyes and saw the blonde guy-Conti and, beside him was Lorenzo in his usual white attire and mask.

The girls started trembling at their presence.

One scrambled back into the crowd, leaving Tomy and Sally.

"I asked a question." Conti voice raised with a frown.

"I am teaching this bitch a lesson, look at the mess she did to me." Tomy cross her arms, gesturing to the mess on her dress.

Conti stepped closer to her, his voice a soft, deadly murmur. "Go wash up. You look awful right now and here you are, wasting your energy on her. The boss expects you to be ready for tonight."

At the mention of Lorenzo, a sly smile replaced Tomy's anger. She glanced over at him, and licked the top of her lips.

"Of course, I need to get ready to suck the hell out of boss cock." She giggled.

She swayed her hips as she turned to leave, throwing one last scornful glare over her shoulder.

"I'll be seeing you tonight, boss," she purred, brushing past Lorenzo as though expecting him to follow her gaze. He didn't even flinch.

After Tomy and Sally left, I could feel Lorenzo's cold gaze settle on me, and my stomach twisted.