5. mastermind
mastermind - taylor swift
His hands rubbed against the fabric of a sculpture getting a complete feel of it. Art littered all around us with bodies pushing past and a couple of them stopping and staring. He was on the complete opposite of the room as I stood on the left side with an empty drink in my hand. My eyes watched his every move as he did a dance greeting every person that stopped him. A suit fitted him rather too well and maybe it was the alcohol speaking but I could bet he looked even better without it on.
"More champagne miss?" A waitress blocks my view with a very tight ponytail on the top of her head as I quickly grab one and dismiss her. Staying locked in on him I feel someone grab my elbow but ignore them as he slowly inches over. The way he talked with his hands, how he kept the attention on him, and the way he genuinely seemed interested made him the true piece of art in this gallery.
The person holding my arm started to shake it as I nudge it out of their hold and turn my head to shoot a glare at them. Couldn't they tell I was busy? When I look back at the spot he was at last I come to find emptiness. Damn it.
"Alora? Will you listen to me?" I groan as I look at Camille and her fancy-looking new boy toy who seemed very uninterested in being here tonight. I couldn't blame him when I was the same until I got here and found the one person who I couldn't keep my mind off of. Quickly I spot him again as I tune out Camille and her useless facts about whatever piece she was interested in.
Tipping the glass back in my mouth I see for a quick second his eyes look this way and quickly away. Odd. Brushing down my dress I spot another familiar face as I hand Camille the drink despite her protest and walk over to the girl with the biggest smile on her face.
"Miss Cathet! It's been a long time." A heavy French accent drenched her words as she pulled me in for a hug followed by two kisses on the cheek. "Are you going to be attending Fashion Week?"
"I plan to walk in it, yes." I nod with a smile toward her as I can't help but notice the guy locked in a conversation right beside us. "I was hoping to walk your show again."
"My show?!" She gasps and clasps her hands around mine bringing them close to her chest. "It would be an honor, Miss Cathet. The last one you did was incredibly beautiful."
"Amazing! I'll have my people contact yours. It was great to see you again, Ramona." She plants a kiss on my hand and let's go as I turn around to come face to face with a suit-cladded body.
With his hands shoved into his pants pocket and a sloppy grin on his lips he raises an eyebrow towards me. "Long time no see, Davidson." The words slip out as my eyes glisten staring into his.
"Glad you remember me even if it's for the smallest moment." The rumors were true, he could drive any woman crazy. He was in fact driving me crazy.
"How could I forget you?" I take note of the small laugh that comes out of him. "You're a giant covered in tattoos, it'd be hard to."
That grin of his was utterly intoxicating, it could be so easy to get addicted to it. A couple of people pass by greeting us individually and quickly departing leaving us once more to ourselves. A waitress passed by holding a plate of champagne flutes as I swipe two of them and handed one of them over to Pete. He mutters a thank you and takes a sip as I watch his lips hit the glass.
"So I'm assuming you were dragged here?" I ask as he hums before swallowing the liquid.
He nods his head slightly as he drags his eyes over to some important-looking man, "My manager. Believes it'll help push up my image or some shit."
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"Ah, the good old donation appearance." I feel eyes on my back as I look back at Camille who was glaring my way. We fall into an awkward silence as I drink the rest of the champagne in my hand.
"Is this the type of events you come to regularly?" He takes the empty drink from my grasp and sets it down on an empty tray that someone comes by with.
"No, it's not. My friend dragged me along, she's into this stuff." I nod my head toward Camille who was talking to her new fling.
"Oh shit, didn't she just get cast in that movie coming out next summer?" I place my hand behind my back and my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, she was." And stole the role right from under me. Holding a grudge was my forte, always has, and always will be. "Enough about her. How have you been? It's been what? Months since we last saw each other?"
"You mean when you kicked me out of your apartment at 7 AM?" I simply smile and nod my head. "Yeah, it's been a few months. And I'm doing great, absolutely wonderful."
Was that sarcasm? He should be doing great, he's at the top of his career right now. "I bet. Everywhere I go it's almost like everyone I run into has your name on their tongue." He simply shakes his head causing a few strands of hair to fall into his face.
"And are we just shooting the shit here? Or is my name on your tongue nowadays as well?" So now he's being bold? Two can play that game.
Reaching my hand up I push back his hair fixing the spillage in the front as I place my lips close to his ear. "Your name could be on my tongue if you play your cards right."
He takes a quick breath through his teeth and I feel him place his hand flat against my back. His eyes roam the dress that I wore, a simple halter, backless, and white floor-length dress. My eyes catch Camille's and if I could feel guilt I would in this moment but I simply don't. She knew the game.
"The dress is beautiful, Alora. But I do have to say one thing." Darting my eyes back over to him I raise my eyebrow at the suggestion he had to say. "It would look way better on the floor."
His words were quiet for only my ears to hear. My stomach turned at the thought as my lips parted open partly. Was he being serious? I couldn't tell.
"Did you want to test that? Or are we still just shooting the shit?" My fingers grip his fingers that rested on my back and held them in my hand. He smiles and before I could be the first to move he's already guiding me to the door.
A greeter pushed the glass doors open leading us out into the open New York air. A car already waited on the street with a driver holding the backseat doors for us.
"I texted my driver before I came up to you." He doesn't look at me when he speaks but instead pushes me forward toward the open door. I slide inside all the way in for room for him to fit in as I glance around at the settings. Dark tinted windows, r&b music playing rather very lowly in the background, and of course the smell of some cologne that a million other men wear.
His hands find their place on my face as we both stare into each other's eyes as the driver shuts the door. With a smile, I lean in closer planting my lips on his and he takes it in greedily. Both of our lips were wet as one of his hands found its way into my hair pulling me in even closer to him. "You're so hot." He mumbles against my lips as I pull back to meet his lust-filled eyes.
"Pete? Shut up." He nods and we go back to making out. My hands roam his blazer as my fingers hold the flaps and slip the fabric off of his shoulders. A moan escapes his mouth as I unbutton slowly his long sleeve shirt and my hands find their place on his chest.
