Blaise stepped off the elevator and nearly ran straight into a man, who hastily apologized for not looking where he was going. Her words left her as she stared at him, mesmerized by this exotic looking man before her. His skin was a rich purple, his white hair and eyebrows a stark contrast. Eyes the color of blue marbles with a ring of brown around the pupil. Both ears were pierced, along with his right nostril. He was… beautiful.
“Miss? I didn’t harm you, did I?”
She snapped out of her daze, holding her hands up in surrender. “Ah, no, I’m fine!”
He smiled. “That’s good, I was worried there for a moment. You’re the one that just moved in across the hall, right?”
“Yeah,” she breathed out, mentally cursing herself. Why was she acting so… weird?
“Sorry I couldn’t be here to welcome you to the neighborhood! I was away on business. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Heriberto Nobles. And you, my dear?” He held his hand out for her to shake.
If anyone else had called her such a nickname, she would have decked them in the nose, but something about the way his silky voice spoke the words made her heart rate increase. She slipped her hand into his, “Blaise McLoughlin.”
Heriberto opened his mouth, but his words were cut off by a shrill ringing from his pocket. Pulling his phone out, he frowned at the screen. “My apologies, I need to get going. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear.”
Blaise could only make a strangled noise as she reached out for him, watching him step into the elevator. He smiled and waved before the doors slid closed.
‘What… just happened to me?’ She groaned, bringing herself back into her apartment. Astra sent her a strange look but she just ignored him, heading into her room to get ready for work.
Blaise yawned as she lingered near the bar, waiting for the signal to do her thing. Her boss was meeting with the leader of Marcelo’s bar, a big deal going down between the two men in the back. The problem is that old man Marcelo betrayed her boss and he planned on getting revenge by robbing them blind. Her role tonight was to create a distraction upon receiving the signal. Waiting was the hard part.
A hand slapped her ass and she whipped around, green eyes flashing angrily. A man stood behind her, grinning stupidly as he swayed where he stood, his face flushed from the alcohol he had consumed and his words slurred. “He~y there, sweet cheeks. Hows~it goin?”
“Put your hands on me one more time and I’ll make sure you can never have children,” she snarled.
He wiggled his brows and giggled. “Ooh~ A feisty one, ain’tcha?” With no hesitation, he reached around and grabbed her ass.
She snapped, cocking her arm back and slamming her fist into his face. When he hit the ground, she brought her boot down onto his privates, eliciting a loud cry of pain that caught the attention of the bouncer nearby.
He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her from the building despite her protests, shoving her outside and ordering the bouncer at the door not to let her re-enter. She cursed under her breath. The signal should be given at any moment – she has to get back inside.
Two routes popped into her head.
‘There’s a costume shop around the corner. If I hurry, I can try to sneak back in with a disguise. Or~ I could start a street fight instead and shake things up a bit,’ She hummed, thoughtfully, holding her chin.
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