The gala party
ELECTRA’S POV
I woke up because the sun was shining right into my eyes. Someone opened the curtains and the light was burning holes into my scull. I turned around, groaning and patting the spot next to me, but Mr. Thorn wasn’t there. The images of our morning encounter flooded my mind, and I smiled, slowly opening my eyes.
I peeked at the nightstand, checking the time on the alarm clock, and I sighed. It was 1 pm. Sir had one meeting at eleven a.m. and another at two p.m. He was probably in the office or in one of his restaurants. He didn’t send me a text message, he didn’t call, and I didn’t find a pink note anywhere in the bedroom, so with a frown on my face, I moved to the bathroom.
I took a hot shower, enjoying the heat and steam, thinking about the night in the club. The experience during the scenes was incredible, but it was something else that was on my mind. The kiss. It was a moment I was sure I would remember till the end of my life. A man like him, who could have any woman he wanted, who had everything in life, wanted to share it with me. He fell in love with me. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. It felt amazing, yet so unbelievable.
With a stupid grin on my face, I walked out of the shower, standing in front of the big mirror, and my heart skipped a few beats. He left me a note, but it was visible only when the room was full of steam. He could predict my actions and movements without even trying, and I giggled like a little girl when I was staring at his words.
You are my princess
I couldn’t stop the wide smile which settled on my face when I was reading his little message over and over again. His four words could make me happy without him being even present. I heard him whispering them into my ear while my body quivered and my whole existence craved him.
I didn’t understand how I was able to live without him. My mind couldn’t comprehend why I was in relationships with men who didn’t respect me, who didn’t value my effort. Why wasn’t I able to find out what I needed in life?
In a second, tears were brimming in my eyes when I was thinking about all those years when I listened to my mother about not being good enough. She started that nonsense when she’d told me that I would never have a man who would love me. She basically crushed my dreams of a great relationship where my prince would cherish me. She’d broken my heart when I was only ten years old, and finally I realised she was very mistaken.
I was satisfactory for a man like Mr. Thorn. He had good looks, an amazing career, an impossible amount of money, and much more. He had a soft heart, which was beating for me. He gave me his time and attention. He prioritised me above everything. He invited me into his life, giving me everything I wanted and I didn’t even know I needed. If for him, I was the first choice, I had nothing to worry about with anyone else. I was enough.
I wiped my wet cheeks, smiling at myself in the mirror, and I left the bathroom. As I put on casual clothes, my mind drifted to the party, which should start at seven. I was nervous about the upcoming event. I wasn’t sure if I should be there as Mr. Thorn’s assistant or his official plus one. I already got a few emails from the press because my name was listed next to his on the guest list, but I didn’t pay attention to it. However, thinking about it, I was confused. I didn’t know where I was standing.
Just when I was about to call Mr. Thorn because his regular meeting with one of the shareholders, which always took only twenty minutes, should be over, the door of the elevator in the hall opened. I peeked from behind the corner to see a woman, about fifty years old, in a long red dress with perfect make-up and black hair in a stylish updo. She raised her eyebrows at me expectantly and frowned.
“Bastian sent me to help some girl named Electra prepare for a party,” she said in a neutral tone, eyeing me up and down.
“I’m Electra,” I said, returning the look, when she shot me a surprised glance.
“Great, we can start right away.” She clapped her hands, motioning for someone to walk in. I didn’t see who was there, because I followed her as she sat down on the couch in the living room, smiling sweetly at me.
“You must be perfect tonight,” she stated, nodding her head slightly, and I took a deep breath, my heart went crazy in my chest.
Obviously, I wasn’t going to the party as an assistant.