The Party

Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.

The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.

Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.

She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.

She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here today. He was Nixen's older brother after all, and would be quite weird if he didn't show up at his brother's birthday party.

She took in a deep breath as she walked into the room filled with people, her eyes partly searching for Killian. If he was here, she didn't want him to see her first.

She was still searching when her eyes found Diora. Her heartbeat skipped a bit as she remembered the words from the strange text she had been receiving. “Tell Diora who the father of your child is, she deserves to know”. 

“Hey sweetie”, Diora beamed, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey baby”, Mayeli managed. 

She had to act normal if she didn't want Diora asking questions. Diora knew her too well.

“You're late again? Same old Mayeli”. Diora rolled her eyes, adjusting her brown hair.

She was wearing a body hug, white, off-shoulder dress that accentuated her curves. Her long, brown hair was styled to fall down her shoulders, and she looked breathtaking.

“I spent a little too much time on my makeup”.

“And why is that? Hoping to meet Killian?”

“Diora! It's Nixen's party, have you gone nuts?”

Mayeli looked around to be sure no one had heard the Mayrr's conversation. Diora had not been very inaudible.

“Whatever. I don't know what is wrong with you Mayeli, he's drop-dead gorgeous, he's a billionaire, your daughter adores him, and finally, he wants you and you want him too. What's all this act?” Diora rolls her eyes, humming to “Perfect by Ed Sheeran”, playing in the background.

“I'm with Nixen, and I like him. He's handsome and rich too, plus, I prefer him. Besides, this is his party, Diora, show a little respect”.

“Nixen is good, but Killian is better”. 

Mayeli didn't know what to reply to that. Diora is strongly on team Killian, and there's nothing that would persuade her, except, of course, she heard about the threats. She wasn't willing to share that information with Diora yet until she had evidence to prove that Killian was the culprit.

“I'm going to find Nixen”, she mumbled, drifting through the crowd.

She sighted Nixen talking to a group of people, and when his gaze fell on her, a smile spread on his handsome face. He excused himself from the group he was with and came to meet her.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a white shirt inside. His hair was styled back, highlighting his lovely features. He gave her a charming smile, showing off a perfect set of white teeth.

“You look striking my love, so beautiful”. His eyes burned with admiration and love, before he pulled her into a warm embrace, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Diora was so wrong.

“Thank you”, she mumbled, feeling a bit shy.

“I've been looking everywhere for you, I didn't see you coming”.

“I got into a bit of traffic”.

Liar!

“Oh, that's alright. I'm sorry my love. Come with me, let me introduce you to everyone”.

He put his arms around her waist and led her towards a group of people. A bright smile was plastered on his face. 

Right now, she wished she could share his joy. Her eyes were still darting around the room in search of Killian.

After countless introductions, she was bored, and in search of somewhere to rest her butt.

She mumbled an excuse to Nixen and was finally let out of his sight for the first time all evening. 

She scanned the room for Diora, but couldn't find her, so she headed for the bar instead. She needed a few drinks to calm her nerves, she was feeling a bit uneasy.

She was on her second glass of red wine when a familiar scent filled her nnostrils making her gasp.

“Why're you sitting here all alone?” Killian asked, taking a sit beside her. His blue eyes were glowing under the evening light.

He was wearing a simple, well-tailored, black, trouser and a white shirt. The top buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off his masculine chest. His hair was left to fall on his forehead, and his thin pink lips were twisted in a frown. He looked breathtaking and sexy.

“You said you won't be here”, she said, gulping down her wine. She choked on it and started to cough.

“Here”, he mumbled, presenting her a handkerchief, which she took without arguments.

“Answer my question”, she said to him, when the cough had subsided.

“It's my baby brother” 's birthday, I had a change of heart”.

“Really? Or do you want to watch me tell Diora about the father of my child? I won't do it!”

He frowns. “What?”

“Oh, I see you're still bent on playing innocent”.

He rolled his eyes at her, and she could see he was getting angry. “I told you countless times that I didn't send the message you're talking about. I'd never hurt you, Mayeli”. His voice sounded cold and placid, but his words were caring.

She wasn't going to be fooled by his act, she decided.

He leaned closer to her, slightly. From where she was, she almost gasped. How could he be so handsome?

“You don't believe me?” His voice is deep and soft.

“No”, she answered too hastily, trying to dismiss the feeling I'm her chest.

“Okay. Suit yourself”.

He stood u and walked away, a glass of wine in his hands. He had barely moved a few meters, when he was surrounded by a group of gorgeous and famous models, each trying their best to get his attention.

Jealousy burned in her as she watched him hug one, and peck another. He was such a pervert!

“And how's that any of your business?” Her inner voice asked.

It was none of her business, she reminded herself as she hurriedly downed another glass of wine. However, she felt like walking over and ripping out the hair of the strikingly beautiful model who had entwined her hands in his.

It was probably the wine, she had drunk too much.

Liar!