This event is hands down the most obnoxious shit I've ever been to/witnessed in my life!

Like, oh my God, instead of the usual traditional red carpet, these bastards went and got a gold one...like an actual golden carpet.

I am definitely stealing a chuck later...a chunk? A thread? Whatever the proper grammatical term is, I'm stealing it.

Besides, if they left it lying around on the floor they were obviously making it clear they didn't care what happened to it one way or another.

I pried my eyes off the devil carpet and looked at my partner/date. Rohilieo was okay, in my heels we were just about the same height. Which irked me, I want a guy to still be towering over me even if I'm wearing my 9-inch heels.

Antonio should just be glad I wore a simple 4-inch today. Although in his defense these were hardly even heels, they were in fact open toed flats that's I'd infused with razor sharp blades. These heels to me were like those comfy reliable flats or sneakers were to others, wearing them about was so helpful when I wanted to make a quick kill. Just a quick flick of the heel and you'd get a nice clean cut across the bad guy's throat.

So I stood on the red-...uh, gold carpet (it just doesn't have the same ring to it) with Antonio's hand around my waist as we posed for the 10,000,000 pictures being taken every second. Every flash being taken reflected off my dressed and threatened to blind all within a 30 meter radius.

"You look gorgeous" Antonio whispered in my ear.

I simply grin in answer.

"I cannot wait till later tonight, where I will take immense satisfaction in peeling that stunning dress off your body," he murmurs softly in my ear in his delicious accent.

Hold your horses!

I'm all for sex, it was a delightfully wonderful activity and past time, but one should atleast act like they had control in that aspect. My first sexual experience wasn't with my own consent, but you don't see me broadcasting it. I have no idea why I used that as an example.

"Let's make it through the premiere first," I whisper seductively back. I had to act interested or that would really hinder his performance.

Listen up ladies, if you act bored and uninterested in sex with someone, he will give you a boring and uninteresting performance. Trust me. I'm speaking from months of experience.

"Jinx! Jiiiiinx!" paparazzo's screamed. "Over here! Swing that fat ass our way!"

That made me frown for a nano second, which I'm sure there are now 10,000 pictures of. I didn't have a 'fat ass' and those slimy sleezeballs knew it! My ass was above medium and those men should be ashamed of themselves! They probably knew somehow that I always wanted a bigger ass.

So instead I throw forward my leg, swing my hips outward, fling my straight black hair over my shoulder and throw them a sizzling look. The men actually paused in momentary shock as their jaws hung lose. Then they started snapping pictures a thousand times quicker than before, if that was even freaking possible!

I sashay my way down the carpet and I hear Antonio chuckle besides me.

"Who knew your beauty could even make the mighty beast that is the paparazzi be briefly paralyzed in wonder?" Did I mention his accent was gorgeous? Because it was! Dude had a voice like melted chocolate!

He held my palm as we glided through the entrance and into the ballroom/auditorium. Antonio took the stage and he insisted on me standing there behind him.

Whatever.

As long as I get free cake.

I stood there for a good 20 minutes as he yammered on about his difficult childhood, this struggles and his disturbing past.

Honestly this was all so boring I almost start snoring on stage.

Although the briefest movement caught my attention at the back stage, my eyes flicked there in an instant...but the movement was gone. Normally someone would rule that out as probably a trick of the light or birds. But I've been in the business to long and know otherwise.

Something's amiss...

After Antonio's snooze fest of a story was over he finally announced for them to premiere the God dang video.

He took my hand again and led me back down to the row of white linen covered tables. We sat in the one in the first row. Everybody clapped politely as we took our seats and the film began rolling.

I feel my phone buzz.

I wasn't carrying a purse, mostly because I didn't like to, so I strapped it onto my thigh next to my throwing blade. I shifted my leg to retrieve it and Antonio must've caught sight of it cause he instantly stiffens.

"Oh don't worry" I reassure him as I straighten up, "It's not for you, it's just in case anything weird happens. So I can protect myself and those around me"

Antonio gulps once, nods and focuses back on his video. I'd make a comment about him being shallow but...can you blame him?

I unlock my smartphone and scroll through the tones of useless twitter notifications and find a WhatsApp message from Tom.

New Message From ThomAss

I smile to myself. Thomas was a funnily play on words I did to refer to him as dumbass. They sounded so alike. Even Tom himself knew I was calling him a dumbass if I referred to him as Thomas instead.

Aren't inside jokes the best?

Tom – Hey Em, how's the premiere going?

Me – As boring and as condescending as you'd expect (-_-)

Tom – Called it! XD

Me – Please don't rub it in (-.-)

Tom – Well you'd better stop texting me and focus on your boyfriend (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Me – He is definitely not my boyfriend, nor will he ever be!

Tom – The first stage is always denial

Me – I will deck you! Why are you even bugging me more than usual?

Tom – Because this stupid premiere just so happened to fall on movie night! It's a conspiracy I tell you!

Me – Okay let me make you a deal. The premier will be ending soon, it's a God damn music video after all. After it's done I'll go a around or two with Antonio in the sheets and I'll pop over to your place for movies. Sound good?

Tom – Sounds perfect!

Me – It's a date

Tom – Ewww! Gross! You so have a crush on me!

Me – In your wildest Pegasus horse ridden dreams!

Tom – Just hurry up and get over here. I miss you

A second ticked by.

Tom - *here! I miss you here! Totally a slip of the thumb!

Me – Nnnnoooowww who has a crush on who?

Tom – We never speak of this again!

Me – I will make no such promises!

We both log off after that and I was just able to catch the last 10 seconds of the video plus my little cameo. As everyone rose to applaud I heartily did so too like I'd watched and heavily enjoyed the music video.

I'll just watch it later tonight on YouTube.

Everybody took their seats again as multiple waiters appeared out of literally nowhere with platters of food. I see more movement around the back of the building again and this time my paranoia sky rocketed.

I put back down my wine glass before I took a sip and I refuse any food the waiters wanted to put before me.

They gave me a briefly confused look but the nod curtly and walk away.

"Why aren't you touching anything?" Antonio asked worriedly, "You do not like the food? I knew I should've gone for the Hawaiian fusion shrimp lobster!" he cries finally in regret.

"Oh, no, no" I reassure him. "I just remembered I'm on a strict diet. I'm only allowed to consume air and water" I lied/joked.

Antonio laughed.

"You silly girls and your crazy diets" then he places his chin on his hand then puts his elbow on the table and leers at me. "I have no idea why you're even trying to lose weight, your perfect" he forcefully whispers.

Okay, that was only remotely slightly creepy. But I ignored him and continued scanning the perimeter with my eyes slyly. The real reason why I wouldn't drink or eat anything was because more often than not the foods and drink may have had something slipped into them, either poison or sleeping sedatives.

Again, something else I learned from experience. At a school dance when I was 13, a bunch of older boys messed with the punch bowl and three-forth for the attendees dropped to the floor. A lot of girls got raped that night, I gotta admit, it was interesting to watching on the security cameras later on.

So you best believe I'm not consuming anything at this event, I need to be alert cause obviously something was wrong.

And as if on cue...people's faces start flopping down on their tables. Instantly I see the waiters rip off their outfits, or more like disguises, to reveal ninja costumes. Then pulled on their masks to cover their faces, which didn't make much sense to me seeing as we already saw what they looked like.

They simultaneous go around tables and adjust people's faces so they could be looking up ahead on stage and also for some not to suffocate in their soup. Three notice I am conscious and jump at me.

I jump onto the linen table before they could grab me and push off the table and leap almost 5 feet away. And land just next to the stage and take a defense stance.

I see Antonio lift his hands up from his seat in a surrender pose as he runs from the ninjas and bolts towards me.

"Stay behind me!" I say to him protectively, as he runs around me and hides behind my back.

Alittle to late the gears in my head turned and the light bulb lit up. I make to turn on Antonio but he quickly pulls up my dress, and as fast as lightening he pulled out my blade and held it tight against my throat.

"Make no sudden movements" he says deadly.