C3 The ball

How did he get my number?

“Did you lose your ability to speak? “ he snapped when I didn’t say anything for a few seconds

“Yes…I mean n..no sir “ I stammered

“Have you received the dress?” His voice was low yet it made my insides tremble.

“Yes, I have “ I nodded as though he could see me.

“Good. You would wear that dress to the ball tomorrow. I hope it’s your perfect size?”

“Yes, it is. But I’m sorry, I cannot wear that dress, it’s too revealing and the shoe is way too

uncomfortable, I….“

“Elizabeth …” It sounded like a warning the way he said my name and my mouth clamped shut.

“I wasn’t asking. See you at the ball”

And with that, he ended the call.

Well….that didn’t go too well.

I sat my frustrated ass down murmuring to myself that I would not wear that dress tomorrow but deep down in me, I knew I didn’t have the guts to disobey him.

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I watched the clock as I got ready, I didn’t own makeup so I applied light powder, a little bit

of mascara and a pink lip gloss. I let my long chestnut brown hair cascade down my back.

Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I decided I was ready.

I did not like my dress. I was no beauty queen and I didn’t get many compliments on my looks, so I didn’t feel beautiful, I’ve never really felt beautiful.

I convinced myself that I didn’t look attractive much and no one would care about the not-so-attractive girl in an indecent dress.

They wouldn’t even look at me twice.

At exactly 6:00 pm. A very flashy ride pulled up outside. I knew it was him, I picked up my purse and headed for the door. My dad was also invited to this ball but he was to find his way there.

I wobbled a little because of the shoes.

The black SUV was parked right in front of the house. I hopped in the car and of course, he was there, busy with his phone, not even sparing me a glance.

“Good evening “ I faked a smile.

He didn’t respond. So freaking rude!

“Good evening sir” I tried again

“I like a quiet ride”, he snapped, and I apologized quietly.

The seats of the car were so plush, everything screamed luxury. I’d never been on a fancy ride

before and I was determined to enjoy this experience but it didn’t take long before I found myself dozing off.

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A rude tap on my shoulder woke me up. I yawned and opened my eyes as I tried to regain full consciousness.

“Get down” an irritated Vitali ordered.

Immediately, the sleep vanished from my eyes, and I got out of the vehicle.

I woke at his side, and he began to inspect my dress. I felt my cheeks flame when his eyes landed on my cleavage.

For some reason, I wanted him to look, but his gaze didn’t linger.

He motioned that we go in.

I was feeling exposed, so I found myself pulling at my dress to make it cover more skin.

“If you fucking pull on that dress again. I’d see you it that you don’t have hands anymore “ he

whispered in my ears so I could hear above the loud music.

His breath was hot as it fanned my neck while he said that and I shivered feeling both aroused and afraid.

What the freak was wrong with me?

I looked around me, this wasn’t like any other ball.

Most of the women here were dressed in worse outfits and even higher heels than mine. With huge tits hanging out and jelly butts peeking through the hem of their dresses.

They looked like bimbos …brainless bimbos, all clinging to their men. Some men had two or more serenading them.

I was surprised because I expected that a ball was going to be a formal event, not a brothel-themed party.

Some men were smoking, some were drinking and laughing, and some had Intricate tattoos all over the parts of their bodies I could see. They all looked dangerous.

“What’s up beautiful” I felt a painful spank on my butt and I yelped in both surprise and pain,

attracting the attention of a few people, and they laughed at me.

I looked at the man, he reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. He bit his lip and grabbed my ass again.

I moved to escape his touch, lost my balance and fell, knocking down the tray of drinks a

waiter was carrying.

I could feel all eyes on me.

I have never been so embarrassed in all my life.

I could feel tears brimming in my eyes.

“Yo ..whose slut is she ?” I heard someone call out and some people laughed again.

I heard loud gasps and I looked up to see Vitali punching the guy that groped me and no one tried to stop him. The guy’s face was a bloody mess.

A guy with sand-colored hair ran up to Vitali and held him back, asking him to chill out.

The battered guy stood up and staggered a few steps backwards

“what the fuck man? I didn’t know she was yours “ he held his broken nose.

“As much as look at her again and I’d give you to my hounds for breakfast” he raged at the man who hurried away.

My heartbeat was quick as I watched the whole scene unfold before me.

Vitali offered me his hands and I stood up with shaky legs.

“Are you okay ?” His piercing green eyes pierced into mine. And for a moment I found myself lost in his gaze. He was so beautiful yet so dangerous.

“Y…yes” I bit my lip. His eyes flickered to my lips and I thought I saw them darken for a minute then he looked back into my eyes and he probably didn’t like the color or something because he was suddenly frowning again.

“We are leaving “ he announced

“We? Leaving to where ? “ the questions left my mouth before I could stop them.

“You belong to me now; we are going home” he started walking towards the exit, and I followed him.

How disheartening.

“I haven’t got my clothes and stuff with me.Can I go get them please "

“No”

“Please, sir. Can I at least tell my dad goodbye“

“No”

“please how could I just leave like that ..I..I….”

He stopped walking and shot me a glare

“I don’t care. I don’t want to hear another word from you”

I could see my dad in a corner, watching me with tears in his eyes. He loved me and I loved him too, yes he was reckless but no one is perfect.

I gave him a little wave and he nodded and wiped the corner of his eyes.

******

The ride was uneventful. I sobbed all through.

Once in his mansion, he ordered a maid to show me to my room and once I had freshened up, he sent for me.

I met him seated in his bed, wearing pyjamas pants. I swallowed and tried to look away from his naked upper body.

“You sent for me, sir,”, I said, closing the door behind me.

“Take off your clothes”

What?