Fifty-seven

"This woman is wonderful!"

— Wear the black heels, you'll break the red one. We can make a bun and apply a very light makeup on your face, but with a red lipstick to give that "tchan"!

— "Tchan"? -I thought I was the only one using funny slang.

"It means impact!"

— Oh! - I start laughing. -I understood!

- Go! - ordered. -You have two hours!

"WHAT?"

- Two hours?

"The leaders are already on their way!"

- My God! - I say running to the bathroom.

I rip off my clothes and turn on the water quickly, from inside I start screaming for Greta, striking up a conversation with her.

— GRETA! - I scream soaping my body. -DO YOU KNOW THESE "LEADERS"?

"THE ONLY ONE I KNOW IS THE KING AND HIS GRANDFATHER LUCIAN!" she screamed. -THE BOARD IS A VERY INFLUENTIAL GROUP, SO VERY FEW PEOPLE KNOW THE IDENTITY OF THE MEMBERS.

"Damn it, I'm going to walk into that room without even knowing my opponents' faces!"

"DO NOT WORRY, MY QUEEN, I HAVE NO DOUBT YOU WILL DO VERY WELL!"

I turn my face under the water, letting the jets hit my skin.

"I hope you're right, my friend..."

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"So how was it?" I finish putting on my heels and stand up.

She covers her lips with an emotional face, where I see her wrinkled white hands shake in front of her face as she watches me.

- Perfect! -he spoke. - You go very well with red! -she said.

Three personalities in a single costume.

The business lady, the mobster and the perfect assassin.

"You're very good to me, Greta..."

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Twenty-two minutes late.

"Not good!"

I walk through the door of the meeting room with my chest full of air in an attempt to hold my inner child who was dying to scream with so much anxiety. I was ready to expose my ideas and even more ready to hear their opinion about it. The only problem was my appearance, my person, my sex. I know my competence and I understand my goals, but being part of a council like this requires a lot of preparation, since we are talking about a group of manly and very sexist men.

"You don't even know them yet to think they're sexist!"- said my little devil.

No doubt they are. Even because it is from there that the crap laws of this country come out.

— I apologize for the a — — as I walk past the divider that separates the office from the round table, I see that the twenty-two minutes late was too short.

Being punctual was not part of my skills, but I thought that for a council as important as this one, delays would be unacceptable.

— Okay... - I say to myself, sitting at the round table. -Wait...and...what if they have their seats marked? I wonder sitting in one of the soft and luxurious armchairs.

I start looking at the other eight free seats around me, looking for something to indicate the marked seats.

“Damn it, there are five of them and there are eight seats in here! - Whisper alone.

I lift my ass and start digging through the chairs looking for some kind of label, marking, or anything that would confirm that the shit place already had an owner. I look at the backrest, I look at the bottom, the top, the sides and even the underside of the table.

"Fuck!"

The sound of the door opening reminds me of how my heart used to race whenever my parents caught me and my sisters up to no good. The funniest thing was the way the three of us looked at each other looking for a way out. When we couldn't run away, we had to play dumb as if we didn't know anything.

"She must be on her way!" - she informed passing through the door.

Two steps, four steps, six steps and that was proof that I needed to sit down soon and play dumb.

Fast as ever with a total of zero silence, I go back to sitting in the same armchair as before, opening my notebook.

"Shit!"

The noise I make when I sit down draws the attention of the people behind the partition, making me even more distressed with myself, that I end up dropping my agenda and the two pens inside it.

"No, no, no!" - I mutter in whispers.

"What a defeat, my God!"

Sitting down, I rotate the bench, bending my body to the ground, but without lifting from the upholstery. That position makes my bun come loose leaving all my hair thrown to the right side of my face. The dark red dress glued to my body, ends up drawing my crouched spine, thin waist, hips and butt resting on the chair.

If that wasn't the end, I don't even know what is anymore.

— Mila?

With my head close to the floor and my hands flat on the carpet, my eyes widen at the sound of his voice.

"Someone get me out of here..."

Three pairs of legs that indicated there were three people on the other side of the table waiting for me to get up.

— H-hi... -with my soft little hand and thin fingers, I place it on top of the table giving the perfect support for my spine to straighten up in the chair.

“What the fuck are you doing?

- Grandfather! -he scolds him.

Thomas Clifford, Lucian Clifford and a tall, not-so-thin guy with black hair, eyes and beard. He was cute, but he had the observant look in his eyes of someone who analyzed things very carefully. Anyone who knows the "Chronicles of Narnia" and some action movies would say that he looks a lot like that Prince Caspian.

My embarrassed gaze keeps jumping to him and Lucian's shit while not knowing what to say in the face of this situation.

?- Here! - he said in the foot of my ear to my left.

"CUM!"

I jump in the chair turning quickly to the thick voice that takes my senses.

My hands consequently stop at my heart in the same second, as the man crouched beside me arches his blond eyebrows, taken by the fright I take when my eyes meet him.

"My God..."

Brake, everything crashes. If I were a computer my motherboard would be fried right now.

"Hell, what man is this..."

"What is it, sir..."

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the second most handsome man I have ever seen in my entire life. Okay, thirty percent of the scare I got was because of his hot voice, but the other seventy percent was because my sexual appetite had just been caught off guard.

?- This is yours, isn't it? -he asked handing me the agenda and the pens that I had dropped.

We all know that there is only one Greek God, but that guy, that man, that piece of sin in front of me, sure came close to Benjamin's beauty.

This is the first time I've judged myself for the shitty sex life I've had.

As his thick legs unfold in front of me revealing the size of him, a totally untimely sensation starts to prick my thighs, making my body warmer.

"How have I never fucked this divine handiwork before?"

If he was like Benjamin, I would have swooned as soon as I saw him like I did when the Greek God and I first met. Our connection was inevitable and very obvious, because it managed to take root within us even when we didn't know anything about each other. That was exactly what set this big, smelling, heavily muscled man apart from my favorite Bennett.

"Th-thank you..."

?- I'm Adam. Adam Sartori! -performed.

Adam was blond and blue-eyed, his beard is short and his hair is very beautiful. He has strong arms, broad shoulders, and a small tattoo on his neck that hinted at something bigger but was hidden beneath his clothes.

He was like King Arthur from a movie I watched when I was a little girl.

"That's Atlas!" He pointed at the dark observer.

- Is a pleasure! -he finally reveals his voice.

- GOOD! -the King claps his hands leaving my body shivering. -Let's sit down!

Lucky for me, the four spread out around the table, sitting in the armchairs without questioning my place. It was me, Thomas, Lucian, Atlas and the impeccable Adam.

'I still don't understand the reason for this meeting, Thomas!'

Jeez, he called him directly by name. Zero formality.

"I don't remember we scheduled anything for today!"

"And we didn't score, but then the—"

- Let's wait! -he said blocking his grandfather. -When we are all present, we will start the -

- Where is he?

I'm amazed how everyone here treats Thomas like a normal person. They call him by name, look at him without fear and still interrupt his lines without concern.

"Late as usual!"

Yes, one is missing. One to complete the grand council led by the King and the four leaders.

"You know what I'm wondering right now?"

"Do they know what we are, what the majority here at this table is?"

Lucian has been a vampire longer than I have, Thomas is the youngest, but legends about our race have been circulating the world for a long time. I could hear their hearts beating, so their humanity was clear, however, I know many other humans out there, who know about us and live normally as if they were next to anyone else.

"Let's get this over with, dammit!"

— I hope it's important to get me out of my honeymoon!

Married.

Atlas reveals to me for free that he has a wife waiting for him. This means that my "inclusion" in the group interfered with their honeymoon and that would possibly generate more points for Lucian, who does not agree with my joining the group. Both could team up against me.

"If we were to cancel a meeting every time you're on your honeymoon, we'd only get to see each other once a year!" - mocked.

"Our!"

— It's not my fault if you don't know how to enjoy life. If they were smarter they wouldn't be limited to just one pair of breasts!

"What?"

- Look the mouth! - he scolded turning his eyes to me, as if he was singling me out.

"Sorry, I forgot there was a woman present!" -It's ironic.

"Okay, I don't like this guy. What an idiot!"

“Behave!

"Does that mean we won't have dessert too?"

“Oh no, no! - he said angrily.

“Atlas! - the king disapproves of his attitude.

"Dessert?"