Seducing The Druglord

Daphne! Table 3! Five fried chickens, Four chicken burgers - no onions and Two roasted potatoes. Make it fast darling customers are losing their cools"

Tony, my colleague at the fried chicken restaurant yelled at me through the tremendous uproar in the kitchen whispering the last few words.

I'm the one losing my cool.

I sighed as I wipe the beam of sweat making its way to my cheekbone.

I hate Saturdays.

Saturdays are the days of the week I dreaded the most since getting into college.

Naturally, Saturdays are supposed to be days for resting after a long tiring stressful week, but who says I was normal?

I could count the days I rested on my fingers. After getting into college I have been stacking myself with a ton of part-time jobs. And this was one of my worst.

Lucy's Fries.

I hated Lucy's Fries like no other.

Stacked.

Noisy.

Rough.

A bunch of disrespectful customers who think letting out to us would do anything to solve their problems.

I tried my possible best to quit but I couldn't I got the highest pay from Lucy.

Life,they say is not a bed of roses. Yeah, it's a bed of thorns. My life is a bed of thorns.

After having to work 50 hours a week I still couldn't afford to get myself a new pair of shoes.

I sighed as I picked up the worn-out sneakers and tucked the sole into the toe cap as I lazily found my way out of Lucy's Fries. When Tony told me earlier that my shift was over I almost jumped for joy.

The delights whenever my shift was over is never-ending.

A gentle smile played on my lips as I remembered seeing a text earlier from Carson announcing that he would be picking me up from my workplace. The smile grew wider when a headlight flashed to my face and Carson's similar Honda Civic pulled up to me. The door jerks open and Carson's handsome face comes into view.

Carson flashes a heartwarming smile and his ocean blue eyes glimmer.

My favourite thing about him - His eyes.

One of the things that attracted me to him.

I ran over to him draping my hands around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

I took in his familiar vibrant coconut scent.

I hadn't realised I missed him this much until this moment.

His scent, His masculine voice, His smile.

Carson had just completed his internship as a Narcotic detective and I couldn't be more proud of him.

This has been Carson's dream since he was 13. Carson had strongly believed that he would become a narcotics officer even though he failed his UPSC Civil services exam multiple times. And now seeing him completing his internship made me feel more proud. He was so ambitious and that again was another reason I had been so attracted to him.

I withdrew from his warm hug and his addictive scent was out of reach.

"Hey, you look weary let's get you home" His warm palm cupped my cheek, stroking it seductively.

I flashed him a tired smile and walked up to his honda civic, jerking down into the passenger seat, Carson shut the door behind me and in seconds was behind the steering wheel.

He turns the ignition and the car kicks off immediately to my surprise.

"Did you fix it?" I shifted to a comfortable position and I fixed my gaze on him.

"Yeah, no one would buy it for a reasonable price anyways" Carson said pulling into the busy road. Carson's Honda Civic had a starting issue and we had spent a whole year's worth of salary to repair it but all was to no avail.

Hearing it got repaired left me in huge surprise.

"So how are you putting up with your cocky boss?"

I gawked at his side profile as he fixed his pretty ocean blue eyes on the road his glossy black hair styled in a middle centre curtain.

"Is there a workplace without a cocky boss?"

Yeah, he is right. For someone that has worked for nearly 15 bosses, I can testify there isn't.

"So what about yours?" He threw a glance at me.

"Which one of them? Lucy? Noah? Nassé?

Carson started chuckling at this.

" You see? I was right" he said between chuckles his head moving back and forth.

"The one that's currently getting under my skin is Lucy. Her boyfriend cheated. She stomped into the shop looking like a demented patient right then I knew it had happened again hell is about to break loose"

Carson was already cracking up,his eyes shutting up in the process I followed suit as I recalled the scene again.

"Seriously, you should have seen the sight she looked like Krusty"

Carson laughed hardly at this hitting the steering wheel constantly.

We are currently stucked in the traffic and people are randomly stealing weird glances at us probably because Carson's laugh was seriously audible.

My favourite thing was making Carson laugh even though his laugh was louder than a hyena's, I love to hear it.

Carson had been through a lot since high school and whenever I make him laugh it feels like I had done a great job.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

There are two types of sleeping pills - one was the normal pills and the other is a history class. The latter is more effective though.

History class was my biggest chance to snooze away the stress I had gone through during my work shift.

I always deliberately walk up to class late, find a seat at the back, rest my head on the desk and forget I'm in a class.

Miss Freya would of course always jerk me up and ask me to stand before the whole class - one of the embarrassing moment I have surprisingly gotten used to.

Though I always hated that moment Miss Freya knocks me out of one of my greatest pleasure but I didn't really give a shit so far I get sleep even for just few minutes.

This time around the bell wakes me from sleep.

I yawned tiredly as students scurried past me out of the class.

I swung my bag to my left shoulder and made my way out of the class.

"Hey girlfriend!"

I heard the familiar voice call out to me from behind. I heard her jog towards me and sprawled her long pretty hands around me once she was beside me.

"I missed you girlfy" she started planting kisses to my cheek.

Ugh! Lyra and too much skinship.

"You saw me yesterday" I pulled out of her grip and finally took a glance at her.

Her hair was dyed again for the 100th time this quarter!

She really is lucky she can dye her hair with any color and not worry about looking like a four year-old birthday cake.

Someone here is talking about herself.

I know if I had half the things Lyra had, I would only have to work at Freddie's bar and earn what a professor earns every month.

It was a family gene they said, but I don't know what went wrong with me.

She had the face of a model.

A body of a model.

A charisma of a model.

A model that would pass as Premier's magazine top models.

And me? Well, I think a female Rudolph will best describe me.

There was my annoyingly thick blonde hair, my unnecessarily big eyeballs - though Lyra said it was normal but I dont trust her judgement - my too-flat body and my always tired-looking eyes.

"You look good."

I gave her an half-baked smile. I hope that didn't look defeating?

"Yeah, of course I do. I paid a thousand dollars to look good for that fucked-up backstabber and he had the nerve to bring that squawk and introduce her as his fiancée to my face???!!!"

I squashed my face and moved my heads backwards when I saw her drool fly out of her full painted lips.

"It took every angel in me not to fling a bat to the bastard's face"

She formed a tight fist and I was pretty sure she was gritting her teeth because her jaw were hardening.

Yikes, must have really hurt pretty bad.

"Thought you said he was your GUAP?"

"Yeah, he was."

"Dosen't sound like it"

"Well, I guess I might have just wanted something serious in the relationship but the douchebag ruined his chances"

I rolled my eyes as I held the door open for both of us and match down the stairs towards the car park to Lyra's car.

"And that's why I would never EVER FORGIVE HIM EVER! I really hated that bitch eyes! I almost pulled it out with my fingers."

She jumped into her car and probably waited for me to climb unto the passenger's seat before she resumed her blabbing.

Jesus! When will I get out of this??

"Really Daph. You almost used all your part time jobs pay to bail me out yesterday"

She pulled out of the school car park.

"And you almost spent half of your lifetime in prison for assault "

She chuckled at my savage reply.

And there was a moment of silence...

Not something that constantly happens whenever I'm with Lyra because she is always blabbering on and on about the latest club, her latest one night stand, her latest clothing accessories purchase, and everything so girly which I'm so not always interested in.

She shoves this topics down my throat that I began to find myself checking out the latest clothing accessories, following her to night clubs and hooking up with some really hot guys not until I met Carson.

I drew back into my wayward-free life.

Lyra clears her throat drawing my attention back to her.

"Tommorow is your 8th year anniversary anything planned for the day?"

My face brightens at the question. Lyra almost don't talk about Carson or my relationship with him.

She said she doesn''t like him and he is the too-good-to-be-true type of guy in a bad way?

Didn't really get what she was pulling at then.

"Carson is asking me out for a dinner date Lyra!"

I squealed excitedly but Lyra was unimpressed. I thought she would be excited for me... for us.

Since that was part of the many reasons she never liked Carson.

"And why does that sounds like "Carson is asking me to PROM"?"

She laughed, mimicking my tone.

"Fuck off Lyra" I scrowled at her.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

50th dress I tried on and yet nothing. I knew it was going to be a bad idea raiding Lyra's wardrobe for a dinner night but I had never imagined it would have being this worst!

Lyra's wardrobe is like a pornstar's.

You would actually think they were her underwears and not her actual dresses.

I released an exasperated sigh as I slurped back into the bed where Lyra's dresses were sprawled all over.

I glared at Lyra who was busy with her laptop, turning her back to me.

She had promised to help me fix something for the date and the way she had said it, you would think she was going to take me to a big boutique to buy every single dress but now she is ignoring me like I ain't alive.

"I gave you a suggestion already,lower your eyeballs girl"

She typed into her laptop firmly her back still turned to me.

"Seriously? You know I ain't your type of wants-to-attract-a-man-with-my-cleavage girl"

"Then go choose from your don't-want-to-attract-a-guy-with-my-cleavage wardrobe"

She was still busy with whatever it is she is busy with on her laptop.

"You know my wardrobe is only filled with work clothes and who would want his date to show up in a t-shirt and sweatpants??"

"Then just choose the yellow dress I suggested!"

I groaned in frustration sitting up to see Lyra already facing me.

"Lyra! How many times do I have to mention this? Its too sex appealing"

I yelled a little to loud pointing at the direction of the dress.

"So? Isn't that what the dinner date is for? To finally get his dick inside of you?"

She asked like its no big deal. Of course it can never be a big deal to her considering her one night stands are the number of times Lucy scolded me.

"No! Carson doesn't want to now. He isn't ready and so I am!" I scooted closer to her. "Wearing this dress would make him think I broke the promise I made to him not to have sex till our wedding night"

Lyra shaped her face in disgust.

"That sounds like not having water till I get married"

She stared at me for a while before she got up and walked up to her wardrobe putting her clothes in one by one.

"Fine. I would help. I have a friend who owns a boutique, we can go pick one or two dress suitable for you. Okay?"

I jumped out of the bed and threw myself at her.

"Thanks so much cousin! I love you"

I kissed her cheek, disappeared into the bathroom and began to undress.

"Don't touch my shampoo bitch!" Lyra shouted from the bedroom.

"Too late!" I shouted back as I squeezed a large quantity of the shampoo into my palm.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

The cold, frosty night breeze brushed against my bare mid-thigh as I made my way to the four-star restaurant Carson texted to me earlier.

When I googled the restaurant earlier my eyes had almost fall out of its socket.

I almost didn't believe Carson could afford a four-star restaurant but then he is a narcotics detective so there were possibilities.

A proud smile formed across the corner of my lips as I sited the restaurant.

I quickened my pace and walked into the restaurant.

The restaurant was bigger than I saw in those pictures.

The restaurant was placed atop to catch the beautiful glimpse of the Quebec city light.

It was dark and only the wall lamp was on which made it look romantic.

The restaurant was empty and I saw Carson sitted at the far end of the restaurant.

Wait, Carson reserved the whole restaurant? No way.

Tears threatened to fill my eyes but I pushed it back as quickly as it came.

The moment he saw me approaching him, he stood up adjusting his red shawl label velvet suit.

His hair was now slicked back supported by a curl. His sight was so breathtaking, my heart was at a fast pace when he flashed me a welcoming smile.

This now looked like a proposal was about to be manifested. My heartbeat went into a fast speed as the thought flashed my mind.

PROPOSAL???!!

Yeah, this might actually be a proposal!

It made a whole sense! The whole atmosphere was right for a proposal to happen!

When I walked up to him Carson was already pulling out the chair for me in which I sat shooting him a full-hearted smile. Carson eyed me as he sat on the chair opposite me. I melted under his intense stare.

"You look so good, Daphne."

"Thanks" I muttered and mentally gave myself a pat.

This purple one shoulder cut out gown was my pick though Lyra strongly disagreed that it was too bland.

Whatever. Carson says I look good how does an opinion from an antifan of our relationship matters?

"You prepared all of this? For me?"

The waiter walked up to us and settled the menu before us.

"Yeah, I wanted to make up for all the years I have being such a boring patner"

He smiled but I couldn't place the meaning behind the smile. Was it a sad one?

Boring? Who told him that? Oh right, Lyra.

"Thank you Carson. This means so much lot to me."

I looked around again. This most have cost him a lot. I suddenly felt sorry for making him spend a lot just to prove he wasn't a boring boyfriend. I was so touched.

"What do you want? There is chinese food too there." He stared into his menu. "And please don't consider the price. I know that's what you're looking at right now. If I wanted us to go for something cheap I wouldn't have brought you here."

Jesus, how could he read my mind? I was looking for something cheap on the menu already.

But seriously, the meals are very expensive. The lowest price for a meal was $500 which is just a plate of salad. Great!

"Anything you pick"

I put the menu away.

Carson signaled to the waiter and when he appeared Carson ordered cassoulet, flamiche and Bordeaux for both of us

Wait, Bordeaux??? That wine cost a fortune! OMG! This might actually be a proposal. Carson hasn't spent this much on himself not to talk of on me.

OMG!! Lyra is going to hear a BAD news today! Carson is going to propose!

The waiter appeared again and settled our order between us, pouring the Bordeaux wine into each of our glasses this whole time Carson was staring at me with his billion dollar smile being flashed to me.

The hair on my neck stood at the thought of Carson bringing out a box of ring and asking me to be his wife.

"Do you like it?"

He threw me out of my imagination as he took a bite from his cassoulet.

"Yeah, taste good. Thank you once again Carson."

And finally! Finally! Carson gently placed his fork on his plate and gave me that 'about-to-propose look.

"Uhm, Daphne I have something very important to say"

The moment is here!

The moment I had imagined one billion times In my 8 years relationship with Carson.

The moment I see in movies!

The moment he pulls out a ring and kneels down before me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Yeah?" I took a bite from my cassoulet not wanting to make it obvious to Carson that I had already known what would come next.

Though the cassoulet refused to go down so I used the wine to push it down.

He clears his throat. OMG! Breathe Daphne ! Breathe.

"But before I do know this Daphne - I trust you so much Daphne. I trust you so much to entrust you with something my life so depends on"

I creaked my forehead. What is he saying?

He adjusted in his seat.

"Daphne, I was nominated for promotion in my work place but I have to solve a case first before I can acquire that promotion"

Huh? Okay, now this doesn''t sound like a proposal.

"There is this drug lord the police have being trying to catch but it hasn't been quite easy for them due to lack of evidence. They want me to do it, Daphne. They said if I'm able to catch this guy, I would get promoted."

He sipped his wine as if he is making sense but to me he isn't.

"The chief made this offer himself and you know what that means, right?"

No, I don't. I don't understand shit from the things you have been spewing.

"Daphne, this guy is very vigilant and that's why the police hasn't being able to get him." He scooted closer.

"Okay, so?" I finally spoke throwing him a confused look.

"That's where you'd be needed"

"What?"

"Listen, you just have to seduce him, make him fall for you and get as many as possible evidence."

WHAT?!!

Am I hearing right??

Seduce a Druglord?

Make a Druglord fall for me?

A fucking Druglord??

Are you drunk??!! Is this alcoholic??" I studied the wine maybe I would see anything about that information but Carson's plea interrupted me.

"Daphne, please." I looked up at him

And there it was. That look I hated. The look that he made whenever I told him to fight back against his bullies years ago. The look he made whenever he always wants me to rescue him from his bullies. The look he made whenever he was bullied.

I stood up slowly pulling the chair backwards with a loud and long drag against the marble.

So he really meant it?

"You aren't in your right senses Carson. You aren't"

"Daphne"

He grabbed my hand stopping me from leaving with a pleading tone.

"Please, Carson. Please, let me think."

I pulled away from him and stomped out of the restaurant the cold night breeze welcoming me again.

I strolled away from the restaurant desperate to clear my head of what Carson had just requested then my phone beeped with a message.

When I checked my screen it was Carson.

"That's a maybe right? Thank you, Daphne."

I scoffed and tossed my phone back into my purse.

This isn't the first time Carson is doing this - having me make sacrifices for his happiness.

He did it in high school when he was bullied.

He did it when he was so desperate to pass his USPC civil service exam and become a narcotics detective.

He did it when he was on the brink of losing his internship as a narcotic detective and now he is doing it again!

But this time... this time it's different and disgusting!

How could he ask me to seduce a Druglord to get a promotion?

What if he finds out who I was and got me killed in the process?

What if he rapes me?

Didn't he even stop to think about the risk attached to it?

Why did he think I was the one for the job?

They are billions of prostitutes in Quebec who would jump at the job and he chooses me?

What does he think am I?

All these thoughts flew through my mind and I hadn't remembered how I found my way to Lyra's favourite nightclub - Cloud Nine and now on my fourth glass of whisky.

I swirl the whisky around as the ice cubes hit the glass with a clicking sound.

Bringing the glass to my mouth, I slurp one of the ice breaking it in the process with all anger left in me but it's still not suppressing.

When I was on my sixth glass I knew I had to get home before I imagined one of the bartenders to be Carson and smack him in the face.

My head was already spinning.

The music was fading into my head.

The Club lights were blurring my vision.

My view was upside down.

I instantly stood up in an attempt to get to the entrance but I bumped into someone that looks like Lyra?

"Babes! What ya doing here? What about your date with Carson?"

Her voice came to my ears as echoes and then I blacked out.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

That morning hangover I detested so much is back.

I can't recollect the last time I had these loathing feelings of nausea and headache.

I drifted to my left and reached for my phone on the bedside table but instead I my hand wraps around something round.

I grab it and held it up to my face opening my eyes to take a glimpse.

Condom?? Used condom??

I fling it across the room and jerked up to take in my environment.

I immediately recognized the familiar blue painted walls, the blue fluffy blanket and the bedspread.

How the heck did I find myself in Lyra's room.

Then, memories of last night came scrambling into my head like tides.

Oh, right. Carson's crazy request.

My blacking out in Cloud Nine

I crawled out of the bed still holding my head tight as if it would stop the throbbing headache.

I saw Lyra sloped on her couch the moment I strode into the living room.

She was watching the cartoon, COCO with a popcorn settled on her lap.

She looked like she hadn't showered with her messy hair tied in a bun, her oily face and eye bags. This is the messiest I have seen Lyra.

"No class?" I asked, making my way to the fridge to grab myself a bottle of water maybe that could cool down the headache.

"Hmm. Hmmm. You want some?" She extended the bowl of popcorn to me.

"Nah, this hangover is killing me."

"You needed it, I knew the jerk was going to call it off. Dude has never set up a romantic dinner for you in 8 years of a relationship but then he did it just to break it. Psycho"

What's she talking about?

"But hey, I helped you deal with him. There's no way he can get away from hurting you"

Wait...

Did this crazy bitch...?

"I sent some trained ninjas to disfigure his jaw. They sent a picture, want a peek? Might ease your mind."

Wait... WHAT???!!

"You beat him up??? LYRA???!!!"

"What??? He deserved it! He wasted 8 years of your life in a dreary relationship only for him to call it off like that"

"Call what off??!!" I stepped closer like I wanted to attack her, my blood boiling and the headache increasing to 360 degrees.

So much for a hangover.

" Who told you that? Did I tell you that??!"

"Wait, isn't that why you came to Cloud Nine?"

"No! Jesus, Lyra!"

"Wait, I thought--" Her face fell in horror.

"Oh, My God!"

I picked up my handbag from the couch and darted out of her apartment.

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I jabbed in the password to Carson's apartment and hurried in hopes of finding him but was met with complete silence and mess.

And... the whistling sound of a kettle. Papers and files flew everywhere in every corner of his living room, his laptop was on the centre table left on, his TV was also on, his pillowcase was scattered everywhere, and they were also two empty mugs on his centre table.

I rushed to turn off the kettle and saw more wrecks in his kitchen.

Plates probably from yesterday were tossed around the kitchen zinc, his microwave was also left open with a burnt pizza in it.

After cleaning his kitchen and washing the dishes I moved to his living room to clean it.

I packed all the files and papers spilled around the couch and the centre table.

They were papers about MBTI, Molly, Cocaine, Coke and the case he told me about yesterday.

DRUGLORD LUCIAN LEON. Written boldly in italics.

The paper held everything about him - His background, his birthdate, birthplace, his parents, his parent's death history...

I stuffed that particular paper into my pocket but realized that I was still in the purple dress.

I hadn't even showered yet.

I made sure Carson's living room was void of any dirt before I went into his bathroom to wash up.

His room was tidy and then I remembered him hinting that he prefers sleeping on the couch. Don't know why though, weird.

I walked up to his desk and saw stacks of books about narcotics piled up in 5 places then I recognized the particular one I got for him on his 17th birthday - STUDY OF NARCOTICS.

I hadn't thought Carson would cry when I dropped the book on his lap then.

He was so cute then, with his glasses and baggy jeans trouser and those books about drugs he shoves to his chest walking around with them.

People had thought he wanted to become a drug dealer because of the way he purchased books about drugs and narcotics with any little money he got.

He would always skip his dinner to stay at the library late into the night and whenever I found him, he was always surrounded by various books about narcotics reading and jotting.

Yeah, Carson has worked hard for this.

He deserves much more than just a promotion.

I thought again about what he told me last night.

It's just to seduce a Druglord, Daphne.

He isn't asking you to sleep with him.

Just seduce him, make him fall for you and get what Carson needs for his arrest.

I stood up, quickly dressed up in his grey t-shirt and black sweatpants and was out of his apartment in minutes.

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As soon as Carson showed up my face fell. True to her word, Lyra had really sent ninjas to beat up Carson.

His face was a complete mess.

His lips were bursted on both sides, he had cuts on both sides of his forehead and he was... leaping?

For Godsake, Lyra!!

What the hell is wrong with that girl???

I came closer to him studying him more. His face was also red probably from the punches.

"I'm sorry, Carson. Trust me, I didn't know Lyra thought we broke up. I could have stopped her."

I gazed at my feet embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

"It's okay. I kinda deserve it though. I'm an unfaithful jerk and I even asked you to do something really horrible"

"Carson, stop! Stop playing that self-pity again! You worked hard for this okay? it's okay if you are desperate, Carson."

"No, daphne. I was a jerk, okay? I was just so desperate to get this promotion and a salary raise." He paused and swallowed hard. "I wanted to get out of this shit. I wanted us to get out of this shit that I didn't consider your feelings."

"I understand, Carson. And seriously, I'm the one who should be sorry for reacting that way. This is your life, you've been working hard for this all your life."

There was a moment of silence and I was contemplating hard if I should agree with this.

"Hey, I'm quite busy. See you later tonight?"

He smiled at me and turned on his heels.

"I'm here to agree to that"

What are you doing, Daphne?

Carson stopped on his track but didn't turn.

"I'd just do it, Carson. You need this. You worked hard for it. You deserve it."

He turned to face me and cupped my cheeks with his warm hand, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Thank you, my love."

I was graced with my favourite scent again. I returned the hug and stroked his back smoothly.

I hope I'm making the right step.

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" I'm not sure about this"

I tore my gaze away from the sight of the five-star event hall.

Carson had got me a VIP pass from Lucian's party happening in five minutes and dressed me in the most expensive way possible - a black top and ball gown skirt which had a floral decoration on the chest and waist area.

My blonde hair was styled in a bone-straight and I had a little adjustment on my face at least I won't look like I'm walking out of an horror movie.

I think this is the best I had looked this year.

"Hey, the party is starting soon"

Carson interrupted, handling the VIP pass. I accepted it with trembling and sweaty hands.

Carson grabbed my two hands and cupped my cheeks with both hands. His hands were warm and comfortable.

My favourite touch.

"Look, it's going to be fine. You know what? Just flaunt that pretty smile of yours and that drop-dead sexy voice. You wouldn't need to do more than that."

He shifted closer and took my hands again with a tight squeeze.

"You know, you only had to wear that baggy polo shirt, baggy pants and that oversized flip flops when I fell in love with you. Now look at you in this and imagine a man seeing you in this"

He gestured to my body.

I smiled at this recalling when we first met in high school sophomore. That day, I knocked off all his bullies with my dad flip flops. It was an incredibly funny sight.

"I'm actually pissed that he has to see you in this without even lifting a finger. So, let's get this done real quick, okay?"

He gave my cheek one last stroke and adjusted back into his previous position.

"If you don't see me by 10 call the police, okay?"

I gave him a quick peck on his lips and dashed out of his honda civic grabbing my purse along.

The five-star event hall ahead of me had a better view than the one I had viewed from pictures and Carson's car.

Marching towards the hall I pushed my anxiety away, straightening my back to stand tall and confident as possible.

I immediately plastered on a smile when I approached the man by the entrance dressed in a single-breasted blue suit.

I handed him the VIP pass with a huge and anxious grin. I hope my anxiety isn't showing through my smile.

The man gazed at me weirdly and then at the pass and then at me.

Or is it?

OMG.

And then he smiled brightly.

"Beautiful dress. Enjoy"

He opened the doubled glass door motioning for me to get in and I stepped inside without wasting a second.

The hall was astonishing as expected.

The whole place was complimented with orange lighting which made it look all cuddled up and cozy.

The orange chandelier lighting sparkled on the glass table and chair.

The atmosphere was so flawless and screams wealth.

I stopped a waiter and took a flute of champagne from his tray dismissing him with a smile.

At this point in time, I needed a drink to swig down this anxiousness.

I took a sip examining the room to find Lucian.

This is his party, he should be around welcoming his guests right?

I stood before an island in a corner disposing my flute of champagne on it.

Oh, God! This guy should just show up so I can get the hell out of here quick.

I sipped from my champagne again when I began to hear applauds. I dropped the flute to see the source of the applause and then I saw him, I knew because I saw a brief picture of him in one of the papers I saw in Carson's apartment that day.

But,

WOW!

He is extremely good-looking compared to what I had seen in those papers! No, wait that should be an understatement.

He is drop-dead hot, drop-dead attractive, drop-dead stunning!

Is it even okay to walk around looking this insanely good?? You know the guy who got exiled because of his looks? That might be the case for this dude because this right here is art!

I had not in the least imagined a druglord to be looking this breathtaking.

I don't know how he managed to be this hot and don't also know why he is approaching me?!

OMG!! Amid my fantasizing about how good-looking he was, he was already done with his speech and is now approaching me??

Why is that??

What the heck??

I took a sip from my champagne and looked away. Daphne, what are you doing?? You are here to seduce him! Walk over to him and do what you are here to.

OMG! As I turned to face him he smiled at me or not?

He brushed past me shaking the man who had been standing behind me a while ago. But his smile gosh! What was that I spotted earlier? a dimple?? Jesus! Lock this man up already before he starts becoming the cause of broken marriages and relationships.

I turned a little to my back to catch a slight glimpse of him.

He was still chatting with the man grinning from ear to ear and I wasn't wrong about his dimple. It popped in at each of his words and smiles.

His muscles stretched his blue two-piece tailored double-breasted suit.

His black hair is middle centred and slicked back. His green eyes sparkled brightly as he smiled at the man. His sharp jaw danced from every word he spoke.

Wow, he is so perfect.

Hold up. What the heck are you doing??

Daphne?

Drool no more! Let's get to business!

I turned to look back at Lucian who already had his gaze on me. This is a great opportunity to approach him. I smiled at him and found myself walking up to him.

"Hi" Hi? Really, Daphne? Hi?? Oh my God. This is going to flop.

Lucian ignored me and sipped from his drink.

"Uhm, nice party. This is brilliant. The settings. The lighting. And everything really" I motioned around.

I laughed awkwardly trying my possible best to avoid his gaze but he kept mute.

Is he deaf?? At least give me a reaction negative or positive was what I'd have said if Carson's promotion isn't on the line right now so I cleared my throat and sprinted closer.

Hmmm. His scent. He smelled like citrus.

"My name is Daphne" I extended my hands grinning as wide as possible but he isn't still looking my way its as if I'm invisible.

What is his problem? Or am I not doing it right? Is my approach not right?

I was about to ask him why he isn't responding when he dug his hands in his pocket taking out his wallet and I also didn't fail to notice his tattoo sticking out of his suit.

It looked like Spanish? I don't know, the gold wristwatch was blocking it.

Lucian stuck out three dollars note and as I follow suit of where the money was going to settle I followed suit to my breast.

Before I could yank his hand away, he had dug the note into my breast.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???!!

"There. Now leave."

He leaned into my side to whisper.

"I don't do this when I'm working. Don't ever show your face here again" His breath fanned against my neck reeking of fruity wine.

He starts to leave but halts and spins on his heels his hand positioned in his trouser pocket shoving the hem of his suit behind.

"Come to Code black on Friday I might consider a..." he trails off and sizes me with his eyes disgustingly. "Lapdance? Unfortunately for you, I don't do flats"

I scoffed and felt my eyes sting with hot tears.

"Leave. Don't make me repeat myself I'm gonna call the security if I do."

His voice was cold and harsh piercing my heart like sharp knives. He eyed me disgustingly one last time before finally disappearing into the crowd.

He fucking thinks I'm a prostitute. I wiped my tears off my face and plodded out of the hall with burning rage. Immediately I noticed Carson's car perched by the corner I made my way there stomping my black pump heels on the gravel with all the irritation left in me.

I knew this was a bad idea! I knew this was going to flop hard! What was Carson thinking?? seducing a Druglord??? He said it himself that he was alert why would he think he would be that easy?

Carson was on a call when I bashed into his car with full force and anger. He ended his call immediately after he noticed my presence.

"Just drive" I demanded before he uttered a word my voice coming out angrier than I had intended.

Carson kicked start the car and drove out of the hall car park.

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Carson's Honda Civic halts to a stop before my apartment and without one-word exchange with him, I got down.

When I made my way to my apartment building I could hear Carson's footsteps approaching me but I didn't stop I know what he wants to say and I ain't ready to hear it.

Carson's hand gripped mine and he twirls me around to face him.

"Hey, what's up? What happened in there?"

I kept my hot glares on him and for a split second I imagined him to be Lucian and almost threw my fist to his jaw.

"Why me? Why are you choosing me for this dirty job?"

"Because I trust you, Daphne. I--"

"Oh, please" I cut him short. "I want a better reason"

"Daphne, imagine giving this job to someone else other than you? Tables would turn, they would be swayed by him or even worse, cross over to his side and start spying on us instead."

He took both my shoulder in his hands.

"But, I trust you, Daphne. I know this job is dangerous as hell but trust me my colleagues will be in every corner you'd be meeting with him. Just do this for us please, Daphne."

I found myself foolishly nodding to him again. This would be the last time I would sacrifice anything for you. This is the last.

I sighed and pulled him into a hug.

Yeah, I just have to make him fall in love with me, it isn't that hard. This is for Carson's future. He deserves it.

"And" he breaks the hug. "After I get this promotion I'm going to be slipping a beautiful diamond ring into that lovely forth finger"

He took my left hand and planted a peck on it.

What?? OMG!!

"Really?? We are getting married after you get the promotion??"

This time I pulled him into a deep kiss, he returned it as he wraps his hands around me.

Yeah, this wouldn't take much time, right? It can't be that hard just to make him fall in love with me it's not like I'd fall in love with him.

He'd be the only one doing the 'falling'

"amore mio!" Tony hurled his pretty long maniacured arms around me immediately I stepped into Lucy's Fries.

"I've missed you" he threw me a peck on my cheek.

"I've only being gone for 12 hours" I rolled my eyes, shoved him out of the way and trooped into the restaurant meeting with an entire silent to my surprise.

"I know right. Lucy's nags is killing me and I can't be the only one taking all her frustrated rants! Thank goodness you're here, we can both share the rants" he beamed at me mischievously.

"She broke up again?" I assumed. Taking a seat from across the entry and he also took a seat opposite me. Apparently, its just both of us in the resturant and that's such soothing feelings.

"Nah, I wish" he barked. "She was duped"

"Oh" I squashed my face. "By her boyfriend"

Okay, we are not safe. Maybe I should just scrap off this job off my list.

I gave him a blank stare and after a moment of silence we burst into laughter.

"Where is everyone else?" I looked around again when I noticed we were the only one in the restaurant.

"Jeffrey quit - he found a better one at Starbucks, Nova is on a matrimonial leave and Gina? She ran away to her grand mother's. Her house was found demolished"

"Woah. What happened?" He stood up and helped me with my apron which I have being struggling with for awhile.

"Her dad bought drugs from a drugdealer and ran away without paying, they threatened to take his daughter's liver if he dosen't pay" he said behind me, fixing my apron.

"Yikes! They are bluffing right?"

"No, my dear. They can and will do it if he dosen't pay." He twirls me around to face him. "This people are fucking dangerous, the mafia world should probably start learning from them."

"It can't be that bad."

He shrugged and let me go walking towards the kitchen area.

"Yeah, it can't be that bad but with Lucian Leon its that BAD! That man is more dangerous than a Mafia."

Lucian? My face fell at the mention of his name. My hands grab the chair handle and begins to tremble when I realized I'd be seeing him again in few hours.

What if he does a background check on me and discovers I'm a narcotics detective girlfriend? What if he deceives me to somewhere I can't reach anyone and blows out my brain? What if he dosen't target me and targets my family members instead? Is Lyra in trouble now? Carson? His grandmom???

Oh, God. Daphne what have you gotten yourself into.

Tony who disappeared into the kitchen minutes ago popped his head out.

"Hey? What are you doing? Lucy is awake get your ass here or do you care for an extra 6 hours shift from Lucy?"

He whispered to me.

I snapped out of it and rushed to the kitchen. Carson said the detectives would be around incase Lucian does anything to me.

Yeah, at least I won't die in a cold blood where no one would be able to reach out to me.

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I've thinking this hard and through I dressed up in the sexiest way ever. Well, a blue silk halterneck mini dress and a black pump is also considered a sexy dress right?

Anyways, it was Friday and has Lucian suggested I'm making my way to Code Black not to give him a lapdance but to warn him to his face to never call me a prostitute.

I know, its also a part of the plan. This is what these kind of guys want - Challenge.

I don't know but from what I have read they are obsessed with girls that challenge them so I have to first do that before he can at least pick a little interest in me but I also hope I'm not walking into my grave with my legs.

I packed a laser and pepper spray in my bag incase, just incase.

Bumping into sweaty bodies I made my way into Code Black hoping to see Lucian anytime soon. I had come here to pick drunk Lyra a few times so I kinda know my direction at least I won't get lost. I hope?

This place is confusing as hell and anytime I come to pick Lyra we always get lost.

I was watching the upper rooms which are the VIP area hoping to catch a glimpse of Lucian when I hadn't seen the drunk man that was coming and bumped into him. I loosed my balance and landed on the floor before I knew it.

"Look where you are going bitch!" Is all he could say and he stomped past me. I got myself up and dusted my dress of any dirt from the floor.

"I knew it was you!"

I recognized the familiar high-pitched voice before she showed up wrapping her sweaty hands around me. She was dressed in a black armless body dress and she was drunk.

"I missed you, Daphne" she planted a big kiss on my cheek. "Come on, let's get you to meet my buddies"

Before I could protest she grabbed my wrist and dragged me along with her stopping by a corner in the club which looked like a parlour. They were two three-seaters couch and a bar area by the end. They all raised their eyebrows at me as soon as Lyra pulled me into their midst.

"Guys! My one and only cousin! Daphne!"

"Woo, we finally get to meet Lyra's favorite person."

One of her friends who was sprawled on a guy's lap said. She jerked away from the guy's lap and came closer to me, she raised her glass to my face.

"Want a drink?"

I quickly nodded no.

She smiled to me, the club light sparkling on her braces.

"I heard a guy haven't fucked you"

A guy I hadn't noticed from the corner shouted.

Gosh, Lyra!

"How did you keep up though? You are such a role model"

The girl who offered me drinks added and they all laughed.

"Hey guys, she came to this party dressed like this,it means she finally wants to get fucked." What the fuck is this guy's problem? I don't even know his ass except through Lyra who had blabbered nonsense to her ill-mannered friends. That's for later, I'm sure never going to let this slide because I don't know why she had to talk about me with her friends even though she was drunk. I threw a hot glare her way and she was making out with one of the guys on the second couch. Bitch.

"I'm available though" The guy continued making his way towards me. "I can help your situation. So you won't have to tell anybody you are a virgin anymore" he hovered his hand round my shoulder.

I threw it off my shoulder and glared at him. He was tanned, he had freckles hanging low on his cheekbones and he had a dotted silver earring by his left ear.

"Actually, I wouldn't want the room to be filled with the smell of body odour on the night I'm disvirgined so, no thanks"

Those words had rolled out of my tongue before I could stop them. Actually,I don't want to stop them because there was a whooping from Lyra's other friends and some of them actually laughed.

Satisfied,I turned away from them but didn't leave their midst without giving Lyra one last hot glare who was collapsed on the floor.

I struggled between the sweaty bodies to find my way out immediately. I'm getting nauseous from the smell of sweaty bodies mixed with cigarette and weed, I needed to get out of here before I throw up on some outfit that is worth my one year salary at Lucy's Fries.

This place is confusing as hell! I sighed angrily and threw my back against the wall. Should I just call Lyra? I doubt she would hear her phone ring.

I picked up my phone and punched in her number on the dial. It rang 6 times before I cut it off knowing for a fact she won't hear her phone ring.

But still, I have to get out of here. I pushed my phone back into my bag and started making my way to wherever my legs takes me. This place can't be that confusing at least in less than 30 minutes I would be out of here.

Tired and exhausted I started making my way towards were I had bolted from. I could be as well lucky if I meet Lyra on ly way again.

A guy who had being standing at the other end bumped into me spilling his beer on himself.

"What the fuck bitch!" He screamed in horror trying to dust the drink off his red denim jacket.

And my prediction was right, I finally dumped a drink on some expensive cloth that's worth Lucy's pay for a year.

"I'm so sorry!" I reached for his jacket to help him dust the drink off but he was quick to throw it away.

"What the heck weren't you looking ahead of you!"

He barked at me.

"I'm so sorry. Look, I can compensate you. How much do you need?"

Yikes, looks like I just made the greatest mistake of my life. I bet I don't even have up to 100 dollars in that purse.

"What? I don't even think your 20-years of labour can buy this!"

Yes, I know mister so just let me out of here. I really need to leave. I snapped my head up when the guy took slow strides towards me until my back was connected to the wall.

"You know, I could actually take something else instead of money"

He said to my face, his hot breath reeking of alcohol and weed.

His hand rested on my cleavage taking it in slowly. I quickly pulled it out and threw it away before he could go any deeper. I adjusted my gown and cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry. Uhm, I'd pretend that never happened or you never said that, goodnight then"

I said in a rushed and cracked voice. When he didn't respond I quickly brushed past him but his hand connected with my neck and threw me against the wall in a fast motion.

"Where the fuck do you think you are off to bitch? You spilled my jacket and flinged my hand, cute of you to think I would let that go so tell me real quick princess my place or yours? We don't have all day"

My heart is pounding against my chest, sweats dripping from my forehead as tje heat I had felt before increased by 360 degree around me. He moved even closer trying to connect his lips with mine. I held my bag tight getting ready to take out the lasers and connect it to his bare neck.

He moved even closer with a smirk thinking I had given him but jokes on me because my hands are now on the lasers and the minute he presses his lips to my the lasers will also be pressed to his neck.

Meanwhile, a gentle footsteps approaching us halts him. He turned around to catch a glimpse of the person whose shoulder is the only visible thing about him.

He steps closer revealing himself and my eyes instantly meets with that familiar and intoxicating green eyes. Lucian is wearing a black tshirt with the first three buttons undone, his pencil denim jeans effortlessly flaunting his thigh. His hair is still slicked back and middle centered. The familiar scent of citrus knocked down the scent of cigarette mixed with sweat and weed I had being perceiving for hours. And he is freaking hot than I the other night. I don't know what was different maybe its the aura.

Lucian stepped closer to the red denim jacket guy who was looking like he just saw his debtor.

"Lu-Lu-Lucian" He stuttered.

"Hey? You don't have my money right?"

"No,yes! No, no. Yes! I have it but it wouldn't be available till tommorow. Actually, I got the money yesterday already but I had issues with the--"

The red denim guy halts by the sound of a trigger clicking and we both looked to Lucian who was already holding a retriever.

He won't do that will he?

"So, you don't have it, is that what you are saying?" He whispered in the lowest and hoarsely voice I ever heard. "Answer my fucking question" He spat at him, his voice laced in venom.

"Yes, I don't. But Lucian, I cross my heart first thing tomorrow morning your money--"

A sound of a trigger clicking and blood spilled on the floor before me.

My eyeballs grew wider at the scene almost popping out of its socket. I stepped backwards and threw myself on the floor. My hands were trembling as I brought it to cover my wide mouth. The denim jacket guy who had attempted to sleep with me few minutes ago is now lifeless with his eye wide open.

I saw Lucian take out his phone and call someone from the corner of my eye. I couldn't face him. If I did perhaps I might end up like the red denim jacket guy.

"What are you still watching? Show is over. Fucking piss off" Lucian scrowled at me.

I glared at Lucian through the dark knowing he wouldn't see my glare or if he did, I'd be having a bullet in my head in no minutes.

The fact that he shoved in two bullets into the retriever and still had one in it is still registered in my head so I'd better be in my best behavior and I'd better get out of here now.

I stood up gently from where I slurped with shaky legs and adjusted myself trying my hardest best not to look at the dead body before me. I could see a pool of blood through the corner of my eyes flowing towards my direction and if I wasn't careful I would step on it and that would be another nightmare on its own. As I catwalked out of the wing, three men rushed in, exchanged few words with Lucian and went over to the dead body.

Two of the men had the guy stuffed in a sack I hadn't noticed earlier when they arrived and the other guy cleaned the blood with a white sack cloth. I watched in total awe as they cleared the crime scene effortlessly and disappeared into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Lucian flicked on a lighter and lit up a cigarette, he obviously didn't even give a shit about the fact that he just ended a life.

What am I even saying? He is a druglord, of course he won't give a shit and what am I still doing here?

I resumed my walk out of the club and of course out of Lucian's life for good but my head felt like it needed to clear something off before that happened so I turned and found him already glaring at me, the cigarette between his plump lips.

I should have considered saving my loved ones a mourning but I just couldn't stop and control my stupid leg as I strode towards him.

"Actually, I'm here to talk to you"

What a stupid confrontation starter you are, Daphne!

I quickly stop my foolish head from taking in any imagination as I watched him slowly draw the cigarette from between his pink lips. Thin lines pressed between his forehead as he eyed me.

"Sorry, who the hell are you again?"

Great, he dosen't recognize me so its isn't too late now to save a generation by running out of here, Daphne - is what my mind is shouting at me but my head and my mouth are in total opposition.

"I'm not your fucking woe. I'm Daphne Brooks! Your woes are on the street not, the one that shows up at a party looking classy and elegant. And don't you recognize your woes? The ones that wears garters are the woes, Mr Lucian."

I quickly stopped myself before I said another word that would end him using the last bullet on me and I turned my back before he changed his mind from staring blankly at me to blowing my brains out but my stupid running mouth still had something else to say. I turned to face him again watching every of his moves incase he attempts to pull out the retriever.

"And...!" I took out a thousand dollar note from my purse. I know I would have to trek after doing this but I don't care, right now I needed to look cool. I stuffed the note in his trouser pocket as his green eyes followed my movement with a scrowl still on his face.

"don't ever touch my boobs again Mr Lucian or else I would be the first 'prostitute' to sue you for sexual assault"

I emphasized the word prostitute sarcastically. I knew I sounded stupid there, suing Lucian is something laughable but like I said in as much as I looked cool there I don't give a damn.

I turned on my heels and began to walk out of the club. Once I was out of his sight I began to run towards the direction I hoped was the main entrance and this time I got it right.

Once the cold breeze and smell of the night breeze found me, I took a shallow breath and looked for a corner. Once I spotted one, I began to throw the last thing left in my digestive system out onto the ground.

I hadn't realized I felt so suffocated and irritated. The smell of cigarettes, weeds and the blood, the dead body!

Jesus, what a night!