Every man and woman in this hall was dressed in expensive dresses and suits. A massive orchestra played music in front of the ballroom but no one danced yet. I noticed the way people looked at me and Zavi, all giving a nod before passing by.
We settled down on a couch as a waiter served us wine. But I didn't wanna drink now, at least not right now.
I had a mission, we'll get to the wine later.
"Be careful of what you take, Nora. Some people are dying to kill you."
I shrugged, "I know. They will all die before me."
He smirked and relaxed beside me.
I looked at the other couch to find Irene, William, and Becca, Becca's eyes and mine met and she smiled, then waved.
I returned her smile before noticing a man in front of us.
"Philip Thompson.." Zavi called, standing up to greet him.
"Zavi Coville," The man standing, extended a hand for a handshake. The man was old, a young girl stood beside him, I felt the need to stand up and greet him too.
"Long time no see." He looked at me and back at Zavi, "It's my pleasure to meet you and Mrs. Romano."
"The pleasure is mine, Nora, this is Philip Thompson, one of the most important men in the country."
I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, sir."
"The pleasure is mine. I've heard about you a lot and it's good to meet you in person."
I smiled, "Thank you, sir."
He smiled and walked away with the girl, that girl should be around my age.
Zavi and I sat back down, he said quietly, "Here comes our prey."
I turned towards the door to see a girl with men trailing behind her, "Holy shit!." I exclaimed. She was drop-dead gorgeous, she wore a revealing black dress, her long legs were hot, she had blue charming eyes and fuck, her smiles could move a crippled man.
"What the heck? Are you kidding me?."
He mumbled, "It's just for tonight. Please, understand Nora."
Before I could say another word, I heard her voice, "What a surprise! Mr. Covillie?." Even her voice was goddamn sexy.
Zavi looked up, making it as if he's just seen her, "Madeline. It's you." He stood up.
"I can't believe this. I didn't think I would see you again."
My eyes rose, Again?. Oh someone give me a gun. Zavi never told me they met before. How many times have they fucked?.
I looked at Irene on the other couch and she looked on her phone, she was texting.
'That's your husband's ex-girlfriend in Scotland.'
"You looked incredible." She gushed.
The asshole of a husband looked at her over again in admiration, "You do too. You're glowing."
Madeline laughed, what's so funny? Her arms went over Zavi as they both hugged. I was forgotten, I just looked like a ghost.
Fine, time to make myself known.
I spilled my wine on the table, "Oh my! Clumsy me. I'm so sorry." I muttered to the waiter who ran to clean it up immediately.
"Oh, Madeline, this is Vanora, my wife." Zavi introduced me as I stood up.
She looked at me, "Hi, Vanora." Her hand was out for a handshake.
"I'm Madeline."
"Hello, Mary. Nice to meet you." I replied, not bothering to shake her. She disgusts me. She's here for a mission.
"It's Madeline. I mean my name is Madeline." She said, all smiles gone. Haha, fake smiles are easy to erase.
"If you don't mind, sit with us." I glared at Zavi.
Will I take this tonight?
"Hello, Gents and Ladies." A man spoke into the mic. The noise died down as everyone looked up at him.
"Today is our 21st Jewelry Auction day."
"I know you love jewelry," Zavi mumbled to Madeline. No joking, I'm not happy. I'm so jealous.
The girl giggled beside him, making me wanna spill another glass on her.
"Oh, you remembered, I didn't think you'll do." She said, grabbing his arm.
I tried to breathe fine.
"You know I don't forget such things in my life, especially when it has to do with you."
Okay Zavi, just kill me already.
"We have three pieces of jewelry on the display. We're gonna bid on the first."
"500,000." That old man said from another couch.
The speaker: 500, 000.
A red-haired woman; 700, 000.
The speaker: 700, 000 going.
The old man: 2 million.
Everyone gasped.
The speaker: 2 million, any other bidder?
Hall silent.
The speaker: 2 million it is then.
(A loud applause went over the hall.)
"That's great," Madeline said.
She doesn't stop talking until I release a bullet on her fucking skull.
The speaker: The second Jewelry.
A lady: 700,000.
A fine ass young man at the end: 3 million.
Haha. I love auctions, it's just like letting people see how rich you are.
"10 million please," William shouted. I gasped, looking over at their couch. Everyone whispered among themselves.
The speaker: Going? ( He shouted, overly excited.)
(Silence.)
The speaker: You have it then.
Irene squealed, kissing William as we clapped. It was like the first gift he ever got for her.
The speaker: Here comes the final jewelry.
My eyes grew wide. It looks so….rare.
Green Demantoid Garnet Sterling Silver.
"Anyone bidding?."
A Scottish woman: 30 million.
Is she fucking kidding me?. Oh no. No way, I wanna get it but don't have enough. My husband wants to give it to his ex- miserable girlfriend.
The old man: 50 million.
Everyone murmured.
This man is fucking crazy with jewelry. I do not think I can afford that much. I only have my husband's money.
The speaker: Any other bidder?
"Do you want it, Madeline?" Zavi asked.
The bastard giggled.
I shut my eyes as Zavi said.
"150 million."
I almost dropped dead on that couch.
He fucking spent that much to please this motherfucker. Another round of murmurs erupted from the hall.
***
I looked over the dance floor, seeing Zavi dance with the fucker made my blood boil. Oh my god!
"What is Zavi doing?." Becca asked from behind me.
"How am I supposed to know that?." I stated and walked away.
I stopped in front of the wine bar and sat down. I looked at the young servers who stopped what they are doing immediately.
"Who do I fuck to get a drink?." I asked out aloud.
They looked stunned when I asked that.
"Are you deaf? pour me a drink!." I almost yelled.
They quickly served me a glass, I glared at them before taking it up to my lips.
"Green looks good on you." Someone said beside me and I turned.
"Are you talking to me?."
The fine man nodded, smiling at me. He was a handsome man in his late twenties, he had clean-cut red hair, his jaw was chiseled and attractive, his skin was flawless, and his body mascular and tall with blue charming eyes.
He was putting on a crisp-looking tux, his wrist was lined with an expensive watch, and a triangular inked tattoo with an eye was on his left wrist.
"I'm not wearing green," I answered, looking away from him.
"Yeah.." He smacked his lips together, "I meant your face. You're jealous, aren't you?."
I looked over to Zavi and his whore.
"He's my husband, I should be," I replied to him.
"She looks pretty." He commented.
I raised a glass to my lips and sipped my wine, looking at them.
"Yeah, no doubt."
"Let him enjoy himself." I waved them off, "I'm Nora by the way." I said, extending my hand to him.
"I'm Sean." He took my hand, it was soft and warm.
"So what do you do, Sean?."
"I'm a businessman."
I nod, "Yeah, they are all businessmen."
"Not your husband's kind of business."
"Oh."
"Have you heard of Sean's cooking contest?."
My hands flew to my mouth immediately, "I got that from last December." I said, remembering it was the cooking contest I applied for Alec which gave him an award, cooking utensils, and 1 million dollars.
"You got the form?." His eyes rose.
"Yeah. For my best friend. He won the contest in December."
He waited, trying to remember.
"Alec Romano won the contest. He's your best friend?."
"Yeah." I shook my head. I had already forgotten about Zavi and his slut.
He shrugged it off, and said, "I own this place too."
"Wow….that's great. You're a successful businessman." I mumbled.
He smiled.
A moment passed.
"Can I dance with you?." He asked, getting me surprised. I looked towards Zavi and saw him smiling at the white witch. I turned to Sean, "Fuck yes." I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor.