Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Chapter thirty one.

Zack's POV.

It is sunday. I am yet to see any emails from the Black Script. Susan had mentioned that the gala will be opening this evening, and since she's invited, she's thought to bring me with her.

They will be many popular social figures there, so she dares not go, and I dare not come along, those are her words when she was explaining to me yesterday.

She asked about James, but I find an excuse to give her, to fill the space so she doesn't figure out that we fought. She didn't mind too much, or think into since her head is only in on the gala.

We spent the morning, going to shopping so she can get the "perfect" cloths to wear. She got some for me too, but all while we do that, my mind drifts away every once in a while. It is hard to keep James from my head. He is a gum-stay.

It is afternoon, and I am still yet to see the email. I don't think much into it, as I've prepared to go to the company on the next day.

I know my day won't be nice, so I just wait for the evening to come. Thankfully, it is finally evening. I hope this gala serves as something to elevate my dull spirit.

Susan stated that the gala will be starting at exactly thirty minutes after eight in the dusk, but we must have left home before eight since it's more than a thirty minutes journey, that's if hopefully they won't be traffic jam.

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I smirk, as I look down to the wristwatch on my hand. "Do you realize what the time says?" Who else could I be talking to, if not this cousin of mine?

She is damn too slow in making up her face. She's been in front of the mirror for about twenty minutes now, doing God knows what. She keeps painting, and erasing, sometimes will ask me for which colour could fit along her cloth, leaving me to sarcastically wonder what she's doing makeup for...her cloths or her face?

"It is all right, already." I complain. I'm not even the guest, she is and she's not about to finishing any sooner.

"Don't exclaim on me." She coos, her lips barely moving. Why? Perhaps because she doesn't want her lipstick to smear. "I will soon be done. What's the time?"

"Seven fifty-nine."

She flares her eyes, but doesn't show any other reaction. "Oh, I didn't know I've been here too long."

"Far too long." I have to add.

She huffs, and drops her cosmetics. "I'm done. Do I look good?"

"You saw yourself in the mirror." I reply with, and she gives me the eye.

"Dick you." Her middle finger is being pointed at me.

"You are going dirtier by each passing day. Which is dick you again?" My voice shows my utter complaint.

I am wearing a black suit, having this red ribbon that's laced on it diagonally, from the left shoulder to the right hip. It makes me look somewhat cheesy, and soldiery now that I'm thinking about her choice for me. The trouser is still fair since it's penciled down my legs, fitting my shape exactly, then to my feet is a polished black shoe.

Thank her head that I wasn't myself during the day, I'd have rejected the clothing instantly. She is putting on a glistening red gown, fitting with her make-up that makes her face full of love and bewitching.

Her gait is on point as we stroll outside to the car. I will be driving. The clicks of her heels is rhythm, even though the gown is covering it.

"Hmm, someone is going to kill a gala."

"And who is it?" She is so full of herself right now. It's one of the reason why I love her. She respects herself just very much, and that is how a human should. She hypes herself when she sees herself to look good.

"Your cat." She doesn't have a cat... but oh, holy Lord help me, I want to die from laughter right now. The look on her face is like she wants to strangle me.

"Get the damn car, and enebr talk to me." She growls and tramples to the passenger seat, angrily sitting. She will calm soon. I love this prank.

I'm still chuckling inwardly when I enter the car, by my side, she's still there, angered by my talk.

I don't say anything, and turn on the radio. I change it to a music station, and leave it there.

The night is even more darker when we arrive at the mansion. It is situated inside a forest, in the middle of nowhere...I'll like to call it, but actually the place has a name that I don't know. Susan just gives me direction.

The fragrances in the air is thick, seeping deeply into my nostrils with each whiff I take in. The flowers around help in that, and matter of factly, it is amazing.

I feel like I'm in a whole new area where there is no pollution, or hazard. The lights are bright, keeping the dark away as we move towards the door.

The doorman is husky, and bulky, as he outstretches his hands, waiting for...something? Oh, the card. I remembered that when I see Susan holds it out for him to take. She's playing the billionaire personality — I'll not let you intimidate me — type.

The man smiles at her, and then shift his eyes down at me, yeah, he is that tall. He basically has all the features to become a wrestler, or a model.

"He's not allowed. This slot is for just one person." The man's voice is erotic, despite his hard contours, blame my "gayiness" part.

"Did you check my position there?" Susan says, and scoff, "of course, you didn't. If you had, you'd know my role, and know better than to confront me." I am gasping right now...of course, inside my head. If the guard is shocked or pissed, he doesn't show it. If Susan is unnerved right now, she doesn't show it. She is so confident. She is so sure of herself, "or maybe you'd need me to call Mr. Kyle, it wouldn't end good for you though, we both know that. Now, let me pass."

She is damn savage!

The guard is quiet as he sweeps the garland-made rail from its hook, giving us way.

"Thanks." And now, she's smiling at him.

The guard is being curt.

"My address is there." She looks down to her invitation card in the man's hand.

"Don't push." He sounds like a murderer.

"Check the behind. My number is there as well. The door isn't always locked. You can come in if you don't want to call." Then, she gaits. Behind her, I see myself as a dummy, who's chasing after her trail. She is maddening in a loving way.

Gosh!

I am whipped.

"You did that?"

"Of course, cuz. I know my worth here, nah, he is lucky I didn't punish him. I wouldn't want his dick not to be welcomed in my bed."

"I hear nothing." I say, and shift my eyes to the inside. Wow. It is beautiful really. The inside is sparkling. There's a fountain just few meters from us, the water sprinkling attractively. It is awesome.

"Wow. This is grand."

"I know right? Let's go get some wine."