SIXTY SEVEN

Luxury cars filed from the mansion made its way through the bustling streets of New York, drawing the attention of passersby.

Leading the convoy was Lucas’s black sleek limousine, flanked by a fleet of high end SUVs carrying his security detail.

As they got nearer to the ball venue, the could see the mansion adorned with twinkling lights.

The cars came to a stop and the valets rushed forward to open the doors. Lucas stepped out first , cutting an imposing figure in his tailored tuxedo. He turned, extending a hand to Lucas , who emerged from the car in a emerald gown.

As they made their way into the ball room, a life orchestra played softly, classical music, adding to the sophisticated ambiance. The room was filled with laughter and animated conversations as New York’s elite mingled, sipped champagne and enjoyed the luxurious surrounding.

Lucas’s held rested possessively on Olivia’s lower back , as he exchanged polite greetings and small talks with various influential figures. They drew admiring glances,and whispers from onlookers.

“Remember,” Lucas whispered in Olivia's ear as they paused to greet a senator and his wife, “,It's my turn today, and we’re here to enjoy ourselves,” Lucas said with a low dangerous tone, briefly showing Olivia the vibrator remote, “But stay close. There are some people I don't fully trust .”

Olivia nodded, she had already placed the mini vibrator in he panties before they made their way to the ball. The atmosphere was electric, with laughter, clicking of glasses and the soft strains of orchestra creating a mesimerizing backdrop.

Feeling a mischievous urge, Lucas discreetly reached into his pocket, and pressed a button on the remote. Olivia's eyes widened slightly, a gasp almost escaping from her lips, as the mini vibrator she wore in her panties sprang to life . She shot Lucas a sideways glance, but he only smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

They continued to mingle, Olivia bite her lips, trying her best to maintain her composure despite the persistent teasing. Lucas kept the intensity of the vibrator low, just enough to keep Olivia on edge.

Eventually they found themselves near the bar, where an imposing figure stood, a cigar clutched between his fingers. As they approached , the man turned, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes spreading across his face.

“Lucas,” he said, his voice smooth and deceptively friendly. “It's been a while.”

Olivia body tensed slightly , at the scary look of Dominique’s face, but Lucas held her protectively.

“Dominique,” Lucas replied, his tone neutral, “I see you decided to attend the ball.”

“Of course,” Dominique said, his eyes flicking to Olivia, “And who is this lovely lady?”

“This is Olivia,” Lucas said, his hand tightening slightly on her back, “my girlfriend.”

Dominique’s smile widened, but there was something predatory about it, “A pleasure to meet you, Olivia.” he said, extending a hand.

Olivia took his hand briefly, her smile polite, but curious, “Nice to meet you too, Mr Santos.”

Dominique turned his attention back to Lucas, “We should catch up later Lucas, there’s a business matter we need to discuss.”

Lucas nodded, “,Perhaps, but for now, I think we’ll enjoy the evening.”

Dominique gave a curt nod, taking a step back, “Of course,..... Enjoy the ball.”

As Dominique walked away, Olivia moved closer to Lucas, “who is he?” She whispered, “he looks scary.”

“Dominique Santos,” Lucas replied quietly, “a very dangerous man. Stay close to me tonight.”

Olivia nodded, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the room. They continued to mingle, but the presence of Dominique lingered at the back of Lucas' mind.

At that moment, Lucas pressed the remote again, increasing the intensity. Olivia's knees nearly buckled, as she wasn't expecting it , she clung to Lucas for support. “Jesus Christ, Lucas.” She gasped.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Remember,” he murmured, “we’re here to enjoy ourselves.”

Olivia shot him a look that was both exasperated and filled with desire, “You’re impossible,” She whispered, her voice shaky.

Lucas chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction, “I just want to make sure, my girlfriend is having a good time.”

As they stood near a cluster of guests, the atmosphere shifted. Olivia noticed Lucas's body stiffened slightly his eyes narrowing . Following his gaze, Olivia saw Mia walking into the ballroom, with a flowy red dress that clung to her curves, her confident stride,commanded attention.

Mia's eyes locked onto Lucas, then flickered to Olivia , a shadow of pain crossed her feature before she masked it with a smile .

As she walked closer to them, “Lucas,” Mia greeted, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. She turned to Olivia and gave Olivia a glare without saying a word.

“Mia,” Lucas greeted, his tone guided but polite.

“I didn't expect to see you here tonight, I thought you'd be busy with…….business.”

Lucas' expression remained impassive, “That's none of your business , Mia.”

Mia’s smile turned cold, “Of course.”

As the night wore on, Olivia could feel Mia's gaze on her, a constant unwelcome presence . Olivia excused herself to get a drink , hoping to get some distance between herself and Mia.

But as she approached the bar, she felt her hand grip her arm tightly. She noticed the bartender glancing nervously at Mia, who was approaching her. Ignoring the unease Olivia ordered a drink.

As Olivia waited for her drink, she felt a hand grip her arm tightly , she turned to find Mia glaring at her.“What do you think, you’re doing with Lucas?” Mia hissed , her nails digging into Olivia’s skin.

Olivia yanked her arm free, her eyes flashing with anger, “That's none of your business, Mia.”

Mia's expression twisted with rage, “He's mine, you’,re just a passing distraction.”

Before Olivia could respond, Mia’s hand shot out, aiming to slap her, Olivia caught Mia’s wrist mid- air.

“Enough!” Olivia snapped, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her, “Lucas is with me now. You need to accept that.”

At that moment, the bartender handed Olivia her drink. She took it without breaking eye contact with Mia. As Olivia slipped the drink, Mia’s heart filled with excitement.