Lalisa

"To Lisa, for finally coming home!" Chan raised his beer.

I looked around the room. Irene and Somi were on my lap. Jax, Mark, and blonde chicks number one, two, and three were in the hot tub. Some brunette was making her way to Chan. The lights were dimmed, the music was loud, and the drinks were never half empty.

"To Lisa!" Everyone cheered.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Just remember, those who work for me, better not be calling in sick come Monday morning."

Several groaned while the rest laughed.

"None of them work for you, asshole," Chan said.

I smiled. There was a reason for that.

The party was officially underway. Somi bent down and drew Irene's nipple into her mouth. My dick twitched.

I watched as Chan artistically drew a line of coke across some blonde's pelvis before snorting it and then nuzzling his face in her pussy. Yes, this was how they partied. I ran my hand through my hair before removing Irene and Somi off me and heading to the kitchen.

Jennie

"Here we are," Rosé said as our cab pulled up outside the condo.

My mind had started in on freak-out mode. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't me. This wasn't what I wore. To get out of your comfort zone, there should be baby steps. You shouldn't have to jump right in. "You know, I think I'm not feeling too well." I nervously looked at Rosé, who was reapplying her lipstick.

Without missing a beat, she paid the driver, grabbed my arm, and led me out of the cab. "You're doing this. We didn't come all the way here for you to back out now. At least give it an hour. If you don't like it, we can go, okay?" She squeezed my hand in reassurance, which didn't help, since I knew my odds of owning a penguin were greater than the odds of her not ditching me as soon as we walked into that room.

I glanced at her and then my eyes darted back up at the building before shifting to watch our cab drive away. "Okay. I'll give it an hour."

"Atta girl."

A doorman greeted us. "Name and destination please."

"Roseanne Park plus one for Chan. Number 20."

"Ah, yes. Here you are. The elevator is to your left, have a great night."

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I felt like I couldn't breathe. What was I doing? But what's one night of partying? Well, it's one night where I probably could've worked an extra shift. I reminded myself of the words I lived by: never take anything for granted. I also told myself it was okay to have a little fun.

We finally reached the twentieth floor. Goodness. The twentieth floor! Yeah, no big deal. Is that a bouncer? Is this a club or an apartment?

We approached the overly muscular, tall man. He had a mic in his ear and a tablet. If his goal was to look intimidating, well, he nailed it.

I looked over at Rosé, who kept her stride up as if this was just another day for her. For her, maybe it was.

"Name?" The big guy spoke. Goodness, that was a deep voice.

"Roseanne Park plus one." The big guy checked his tablet, placed his hand over his mouth, and said something into the mic.

I glanced around nervously. Rosé was checking out her nails. She really was calm as hell.

"Your name, ma'am?" I stared up at the guy and swallowed.

"Kim. It's Jennie Kim." He typed my name on the keypad. I shifted nervously. Rosé was starting to look bored.

"Thank you, ladies. It appears to be a masquerade theme tonight. Here are your masks, you may enter." He reached into a black chest, grabbing two masks and handing them to us.

Taking the mask, I muttered "Thanks." and peeked over at Rosé, who was already putting on her mask and adjusting it, so I followed suit.

I was stunned as we entered. Holy hell. Was this someone's apartment? This was basically a nightclub with a fog machine, strobe lights, and servers with an endless tray of drinks. It just went on and on.

Lalisa

I was pouring myself another bourbon when Chan walked in. "You're still with this crowd, Chan?" I asked him. "Still doing this same shit? I thought we talked about this?"

He glared at me. "Don't fuck with me, Lisa. Not tonight. Tonight you said you wouldn't. We can discuss my well-being another night. Just one. Two lines tops. Scouts honor."

I wanted to punch the shit out of him. He went back to pouring himself another drink, ignoring the issues like always. His phone chirped signaling new arrivals.

"We got some fresh meat Lis, an Rosé. I met her at your party. That girl has legs for days." I nodded. "Well, look here, she also brought a friend."

I downed my bourbon and reached for another.

"Her name is Jennie Kim, or something."

Chan was still looking at his phone, so he didn't notice me pause midpour. I cleared my throat. "Did you say Jennie Kim?"

"That I did." Chan stared at me and cocked his head. "You know them or something?"

"Or something," I muttered while downing my drink. Why the hell was she here? She didn't need to be in a place like this.

I followed Chan out into the main area. Whose fucking idea was it to have everyone wear masks? I searched around for Chan. He seemed to be talking to some girl. Rosé, I assumed. Okay then, where was Jennie?

I searched around the room and spotted her in the corner looking out the window. Even with the mask on, I knew it was her. I stopped as all my blood went straight to my cock from seeing her in that red dress.

"There you are, sexy." Intercepted. Fucking Irene. She reached her hand around my neck and pulled me down toward her and proceeded to put her tongue in my mouth. "There are so many things I want to do to you right now," she whispered against my mouth.

"Irene, always nice to see you. Perhaps I can catch up with you later?" I peered over her shoulder and saw that Jennie was still in the corner, but not by herself. She was talking to… Jax. Fucking Jaxson.

"How about catching up with me now?" She pressed closer. I really didn't have time for this.

"Irene. Later, okay?" I moved her to the side and headed for Jennie.

Approaching her from behind, I grabbed her arm, pulling her toward me while Jax was still in mid conversation, and hoisted her over my shoulder, taking her out onto the balcony. I heard her shriek in shock at the same time as Jax yelled out, "Oh come on, I saw her first!" The fuck he did. She's mine.

Jennie

"What are you doing? Put me down! Who the hell do you think you are?"

"What are you doing here?" That voice. I knew that voice. I froze. All I could do was stare.

Then she took her mask off. "I asked you a question."

"How did you_"

"Jennie, what are you doing here?" She stepped closer. Too close. Reaching up, she pulled my mask off.

I could smell her. The scent of rosewood. God, how I loved that smell. She took my breath away. "I was invited," I answered in a whisper, looking anywhere but her eyes. Her cerulean eyes.

"You shouldn't be here." She grabbed my chin, so I had to look at her. Why was I so nervous around her?

"Why don't you let me decide that for myself?" I said, barely above a whisper. She stepped closer. I swore I could feel her heartbeat. My pulse raced in response. She was overwhelming. Intoxicating. I liked it.

"You're too… neat for a place like this, love. You don't know what you're getting yourself into." She reached up and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'll take you home." She began to turn. Wait. What?

"If you don't want me here, just say so."

She stopped and faced me. "I don't want you here."

Well, shit. Can't get mad when she did exactly what you told her to do.

"Wait here," she said. "I just have to grab something."

I watched as she made her way inside, and I finally noticed what was around me. The guy in the corner was getting a blow job. Two women straddled some other guy. A girl was doing a line of blow off another guy's dick. What the fuck?

Scanning the room, I found Rosé straddling some guy, giggling while she put her hand down his pants. I waited a few seconds before going back into the condo and headed straight to the front door. Passing the overly big bouncer-type guy, I jumped in the elevator and rode the twenty floors down. I'd have to make sure to give Rosé a call later.

Stopping at the entrance, I tried to get my bearings. Was there even a subway near here? Then I remembered how I was dressed. In this bandage dress, people would either think I looked expensive or like a cheap whore. But there was no choice. I headed the direction I thought the subway was.

"Ms. Kim, do you ever do what you're told?"

"Oh, we're back to being formal again?" I neither stopped walking, nor did I slow my pace.

"Definitely bratty."

I spun around, no longer able to hold onto my anger.

"What is your problem? Who do you think you are to tell me that I don't belong somewhere? What is it? Is it because I don't walk around wearing the clothes that you all do or have the money that you all have? Well, please forgive me. I apologize for not having the same status, asshole! And who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do? Fuck you!" I whirled back around and started walking again.

Next thing I knew, I was grabbed and thrust up against a brick wall. She was in my face. Her lips smashed against mine, erection digging into my stomach. I didn't fight her. I didn't want to fight her, and I sure as hell didn't care who saw us.

A groan escaped me. Her lips traveled to my neck and back to my mouth. Running my hands through her hair, I drew her closer to me. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. When she pulled back, I wanted to protest at the separation. We were both breathing hard.

"I told you never to walk away from me." I felt myself nod. I fucking nodded.

We just stared at each other, and I spotted the slight grin at the corner of her mouth. The mouth I wanted on me again. Her eyes trailed me up and down slowly. She unbuttoned her coat and slid it around me. "I like your dress, but I'll kill anyone who looks at you. My car is this way." She placed her hand on the small of my back and guided me toward the car.

The ride was silent. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up to my apartment. I wanted to say something. I wanted her to say something. I unbuttoned her coat, took it off, and thanked her for the ride.

Before I could get out, she grabbed my arm. "I'll see you later."

My eyes locked with hers. I loved her eyes. I still didn't know her name. Maybe that was a good thing. "I doubt it," I whispered before getting out of the car and not looking back.

That night, I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. She kissed me. Well, wasn't she an interesting son of a bitch.