Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

I followed the waitress out of the hall and to the back of the magnificent building. The restroom was oddly located at the back of the building. Whoever designed this building had something up their sleeves. The idea amused me when we finally reached our destination.

Murmuring my thanks, the young lady took her to leave, and I pushed the large door open to reveal an empty restroom.

It was deserted. Well, lucky me! I mused, a small smile on my lips.

I was feeling pressed, as I’d told Robert earlier. I needed privacy and time to myself after what’s happened since we’d arrived at the masquerade.

On the outside, I’d acted fine and composed all night, but deep down, I was shaking with nerves.

I expected this. I’d even prepared myself for whatever might happen tonight, but it didn’t stop me from feeling completely overwhelmed, helpless, and tongue-tied.

It’d been difficult not to panic with every camera click taking photos of Robert and me and the never-ending stream of questions that flew our way.

Also, the accusing stares from expensively dressed ladies and gentlemen, their fingers pointing at me as they gossiped, made me nervous too.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

With their faces hidden beneath the masks, it was difficult for me to identify any of them, and despite repeatedly telling myself that I wouldn’t let anything or anyone get to me, it was difficult.

The only thing that kept me going was Robert’s gentle squeezes and the sweet reassuring words whispered in my ear as he tried to help me feel at home and welcome in his world.

He could feel my discomfort and knew I was struggling, but he kept a comforting arm around my shoulders the entire time. Never letting go for once.

When I’d told him about my urgent need to use the restroom, I saw concern flicker across his face.

He offered to follow me, whispering the question in my ear but I declined immediately. He’d been talking to important business clients, and I knew if he followed me, we’d take much longer in the restroom than usual. Thinking about the illicit things we’d do made my cheeks flush instantly.

So reluctantly, after tipping the waitress and ensuring I was safe, he’d let me go, and I’d rushed off.

And now here I was… alone. Alone in the restroom and by myself.

My heart was beating so loud that I could hear it, so I quickly got down to business. After I used the facilities, I neatly arranged my dress and exited the stall.

However, as I emerged, I was greeted by a masked woman standing in front of the mirrors, fixing her lipstick and inspecting herself.

She must have walked in while I was using the toilet. I began to walk past her, intent on leaving, when suddenly her head whipped in my direction, and I froze.

She abruptly turned around, dropping her lipstick so it clattered noisily on the floor, making me uneasy.

Gripping my face mask in my right hand, I continued to leave when the woman stepped forward, not stopping until she stood directly in front of me, blocking my path.

Her brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a black cocktail gown. She also wore black high heels-expensive-looking ones-perched upon her slender feet.

Assessing her outfit, I noted it was very revealing, showing off toned arms and curves-surely plastic curves.

I couldn’t see her face clearly-except for her lips-due to her mask, but she appeared older based on her body stature. Older and potentially dangerous.

Her blue eyes were dark and stormy. I was chilled by their expressions. Like porcelain, her skin was pale and flawless, and her visible features were sharp, defined, and enhanced.

If it hadn’t been for her eyes, I would’ve mistaken her for being beautiful, but the more I stared into those bluish orbs, the more I felt unnerved.

Of course, I’d be terrified. It wasn’t every day that one met a stranger in the restroom, at a random event, with no warning or explanation.

There was also something about this woman. It was how she carried herself, almost as if an invisible barrier surrounded her. She was powerful.

I swallowed. This woman was intimidating. A little unnerving, yes. Unsettling.

“Do you need my help?” I quietly asked as I took another hesitant step toward her, trying to keep my expression neutral, despite my fear.

At the same time, my head whirled as I tried to place who this woman could be.

Was she a friend or foe? Someone with no intentions probably trying to scare me off by pranking me since it was just the two of us in the area.

‘Renee, how stupid can you get? This woman doesn’t appear to be playing games. Or does she? What about the strange silence? Get your feet moving and get out of here!’

I tried to move, but my legs were like jelly under my weight, and I couldn’t move an inch.

“Hello, ma’am. Do you need my help with anything?” I asked again, sounding more confident this time, though my throat was dry.

Seconds passed, and the stranger said nothing, just training her gaze on me until finally, I decided I’d had enough.

I stepped out of her way, trying to ignore her gaze, burning me alive. but then she grabbed my arm with an iron grip. I gasped involuntarily and flinched against her touch.

“What the hell?” I yelped and turned around to face her.

My heart thudded against my chest, and I opened my mouth to say something, but I quickly closed it when I noticed an eerie smile curl at the corner of her mouth, and I gasped.

“Hey!” I said again, “What are you doing? Who are you? Do you need my help?”

Her thin red lips curled up, and a cold chuckle escaped her.

“Of course, Miss Renee Micheal. I do need your help.” She drawled, shaking her head.

“You know me? You know my name?” I was stunned, and she nodded.

“Yes. In fact, I know a lot about you.” She whispered, her voice dark and sinister. As she took a step closer, I took a step backward.

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh, don’t ask me that. Spare me that question. Everyone at the masked party knows who you are. Billionaire Robert Clarke’s new fuck toy. How convenient.” She sneered.

I gasped. It was all coming together.

This woman was probably one of Robert’s exes or fuck buddies. Someone who’d become envious of me when I walked into the party by his side. How cringe-worthy.

She was one of those upper-class women who’d spent the entire night pointing fingers and gossiping about me.

When I slipped out of the hall, she saw an opportunity to be alone with me. It all made sense.

This woman was DOOM! She was out to sully Robert’s name and ruin this lovely evening. But I wasn’t going to let her get to me.

Straightening, I took a deep breath. I refused to show the slightest ounce of weakness.

“Sorry if my being Robert’s new fuck toy bothers you. But I’m leaving. but I have to be on my way. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Miss-”

“Mrs instead.” The woman stepped forward, smirking as she raised her hands to her face and sharply removed the mask. “You may address me as Mrs. Amanda Clarke.”