"Are you sure you don't need help?" Vincent asked for the 20th time as I was in the bedroom getting dressed. "I'm sure," I hollered back as I slipped into the dress and released my lightly curled hair.

I stared at my reflection and couldn't help but smile. I looked absolutely beautiful. The dress was a light warm pink with realistic flowers trailing down. My heels were nude but had flower designs on it. Doing the final touches, I placed the flower crown on my head. 

(Skylar's dress below)

Grabbing my phone, I took a picture of myself before throwing it back on the bed. Walking into the closet, I grabbed one of the stickers with camera and audio and stuck it between the flowers of the crown. I grabbed an extra sticker and walked out the closet before shutting it. I grabbed a spear flower and pin from the dresser before walking out the bedroom to see Vincent standing by the couch.

His eyes slowly trailed over me as he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Even he knew I looked good. I walked over to him and fixed his collar before sticking the sticker on the flower and pinning it on his pocket of his jacket.

"You look absoultely beautiful," he breathe out just inches away from my face. Something about his voice came out with temptation. I looked up at his soft greenish grey eyes to see he was staring at my lips which only caused my stomach to flutter.

He leaned in a bit more to which I leaned in only for him to stop, "We should go," he mumbled as he stood up straight. "Yeah," I spoke a bit disappointed.

He seemed to have realized my disappointment because he grabbed my hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I have wife and you just reminded me of her for a second," he spoke with a smile.

Something in me felt like I've been a hammer just hit my glass heart. He has a wife.

"I didn't know you have a wife. I asked you and you said no," I argued as I pulled my hand away from his, "And I don't think your wife would approve of you being so touchy with me," I stated.

He shook his head, "It's not like that! We have a nice relationship and you asked if I had a girlfriend, not wife. Besides, she doesn't care if I hold another women, I just can't have sex with them. We have somewhat an open relationship," he explained.

I eyed him for a second trying to see if he was telling the truth. Something about his settle body and his facial expression told me he was telling the truth or at least part of the truth. "Whatever," I mumbled, "Let's just go," I spoke as I walked to the door.

He followed behind me as I walked out the room and into the elevator. Before the doors opened, we looped arms and walked outside to where Jeff was waiting for us.

"Well don't you two look amazing," he commented as we got into the car. "Thank you," I replied, "But it's all thanks to Nessie and the girls. There designer taste is absoultely amazing," I admitted.

He nodded as we took off, "I couldn't agree more. They designed the dress for my sister's wedding before. That day, my sister ended up crying so much. I don't think it was because it was her wedding day. I think it was because of the dress to be honest," he laughed as he vividly remembered the day.

"Must be amazing," I couldn't help but wonder about my wedding day. "Maybe you could get them to design your dress," Jeff chuckled to which I laughed. "Sure but I'll need to find a husband first," I replied only causing him to go a bit silent.

"Right," he softly mumbled. I looked to Vincent who was just staring out the window. "What did your wife's dress looked like?" I asked.

He turned to me and a smile just rose to his face, "Indescribable. She looked like a master piece that was untouchable," he spoke with such love for her. I honestly envied her a little. Not because I wanted her husband but because I wanted a guy who would one day talk about me the same way. 

"You okay?" he asked with his eyebrow raised. I nodded my head and shot him a small smile, "Yes, I'm fine," I promised him. The rest of the car ride was filled with small conversation.

As we arrive to our destination I noticed there was a lot of fancy cars parked outside. Jeff pulled up to the entrance and Vincent and I got out as Jeff went to park the car. Some couples entered first before we did. As we walked in, we headed into the ball room to which we were then guided to our table. Apparently, we were sitting with Charlie and Isabella. As we got to the table, I noticed it was empty as they hadn't arrived yet.

Vincent seated me down before he took his seat. Looking around, I saw some ladies tried to go all out for this event. Some of their dresses were completely filled with flowers and honestly, it looked a bit tacky since the flowers looked like tissue paper. Some of the dresses looked nice and others made their dress into an actual flower.

"It's like watching Alice in Wonderland," Jeff mumbled as he had now arrived. Vincent and I both chuckled in agreement.

A bell rang through the room and everyone stood up from their chairs to which I followed along. "Mr. Hendrix and Ms. Povlov has arrive," a guy spoke by the double door. It slowly opened revealing Charlie and Isabella holding hands to which everyone cheered. I didn't know why they cheered but I joined along. They walked down the stairs and to our table before sitting down. Everyone then sat down and so did I.

"You look stunning," I comment to Isabella who just shot me a smile. "Yes," she bluntly replied. It seemed like she was a bit mad but I didn't know for what reason.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Charlie spoke as he was sitting next to Isabella. "Thank you," I forced a smile on my face as I looked at him. He shot me a smirk before drinking his drink. Looking around the table, I was honestly thankful for the seating. It was Jeff, then myself, Vincent, Isabella, Charlie then back to Jeff.

Our free meal was served as live jazz music was playing. We ate in silence and talked little. This went on until dessert time. By that time, everyone was either meeting up with each other and chatting or dancing.

Vincent had went to make some conversation with some people and I did the same. A bit nerve recking but I must do what I have to do. Turns out everyone in this room has some sort of business with Charlie and Isabella. They all happen to be very rich.

Sometime during meeting people, I ran into Nessie, Faith and Lola. We talked for a bit before we decided to get as much information as we possibly could. Getting a bit annoyed and tired, I decided to go back to my seat and sit down for a few. Sipping on my wine, a figure sat next to me and I looked to see it was Charlie. I felt my stomach turn upside down yet buy the sight of him.

"How are you enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked as he was drinking his hard liquor. I held my wine glass up, "Pretty good. A really beautiful even," I admitted as I looked around.

He let out a chuckle, "Not as beautiful as you. Your dress is amazing," he commented. "Thanks," I replied. He then took my wine glass out of my hand and grabbed my hand causing me to stand up. "I would like a dance," he spoke as he led me to the dance floor.

"Aren't you suppose to ask me first," I laughed trying to cover up my fear. He shook his head, "Not when you're dressed like that. This is a one in a life time opportunity," he stated as his hands landed on my waist and the other on my shoulder.

"Well," I trailed off, "Shouldn't you be dancing with your wife at least?" I asked.

Some emotion flickered through his eyes. It looked like hatred or disgust for a second. "She's free to do as she pleased, and so am I," he bluntly replied. I nodded in understanding not daring to piss him off.

He then pulled me closer into him causing me to suck in a sharp breath. "You're so far away from me," he jokingly replied. I just offered a smile not knowing what to say. "You know," his hand trailed below my waist, "You could come over tonight and we could have that drink. Maybe play a game or two," he whispered as he was just an inch away from my face.

I swallowed the now forming lump in my throat, "Sounds fun but I'll have to think about it."

Something in him seemed to be pissed off because his grip on my shoulder tightened a bit.

"Maybe if you tell me the game, I would be more persuaded to come over," I tried to tease causing his grip to loosen. 

Please, someone save me!

He chuckled, "You're a had women to get."

I let out a small fake laugh, "Easy isn't a challenge and I like to be challenging," I spoke. "You're very tempting," he playful growled in my ear. I felt as if any moment now, I was going to pass out.

"Hey, you mind if I could have this dance with my wife," a voice spoke. Charlie and I both turned to see Vincent with a smile. Charlie went to say something but was immediately cut off by a squeal.

"Mr. Hendrix, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Lola, I'm Ms. Marran's assistant. My goodness you're much handsome in person," she spoke as she shook his hand.

A smirk rose to Charlie's face, "Pleasure is all mine. Would you like a dance?" he asked.

She quickly nodded her head, "I would love one," she replied as Charlie was leading her a distance away from Vincent and I. Lola turned around and shot me a wink to which I mouthed a 'thank you'.

A hand gently placed itself on my waist and the other found its way on my shoulder. I looked to see Vincent with a worried look.

"I'm fine," I breathe out. His eyebrow rose, "Are you sure? It looked like you were about to pass out," he commented.

"Yes, I was but I'm fine now. Thank you for saving me," I offered him a small smile to which he did the same. 

We spent the next two songs in silence just dancing away. I tried the ignore the feeling of Vincent's touch on my skin but I couldn't. It was so warm and nice. It made me want to stay in this position but I had to keep reminding myself he had a wife.

I don't care how open someone's relationship is, I wouldn't want to be with them. I don't like sharing my partner.

After some time, Charlie gave a speech about how thankful he was to have everyone's support in building his empire and just a whole lot of other things. The speech was honestly bullshit. Like he really didn't give a shit about anyone yet, everyone believed that he did. After he finished his speech, some started to leave. Jeff, Vincent and I decided tonight was enough and we wanted to leave as well. The theme of this ball was nice but the people, oh the people are such full of shit. Just talking to them, you could tell they were prejudice.

As we got back to our room, I hopped out of my heels and dress before getting into an over-sized t-shirt. Walking into the closet, I collected all the footage from the stickers and hooked it up to the reader which was a machine that was made which could process the stickers and sink them to a flash drive.

"What are you up to?" Vincent asked as he stood behind me. I opened my laptop and pulled up Henry's Skype.

"Just sending out the evidence of what we have," I informed him as I send Henry the files and footage from the flash drive along with the plans and shipment for the rock and Grayson.

Shutting my laptop I looked over the cameras to see some people walking into the lobby as they too were staying here as guest. They all went to their own rooms and my eyes landed on Charlie and Isabella who were in a elevator. They didn't exchange one word to each other. They got off at the same floor and went their separate ways.

Charlie walked into his room and took off his jacket before rolling up his selves and entering the closet. He shut the door and within a minute, he was now in Grayson's room. Typing in some code on the monitor, I turned up the audio.

"You piece of shit. You changed your mind yet? Time is running out," Charlie spoke with a venomous voice as he was looking at Grayson who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bars.

Grayson let out a hysterical laugh, "You wish. I will never give you what you want and even if I did, were the hell would you even fit the rocket. Like no building is big enough to hold the rocket," he mocked.

Charlie let out a growl, "In the Bruster building now give me the sequence," he shouted at Grayson. "Fine, fine. Get a pen and paper," he huffed.

"Is he really going to give it to him?" Vincent asked. I shook my head, "He's not but I don't think he should be playing Charlie like that," I mumbled as I watched the camera intensely.

Charlie walked out the room then came back with a pen and paper in his hand. "Okay," Grayson spoke, "It's going to be in numbers. One, eight hundred," Grayson spoke as Charlie wrote it down. As soon as Grayson said eight hundred, Charlie glared at him.

"Choke-that-hoe," Grayson smirked making a Madea movie reference. "Fine, you want to play games. Let's play games," Charlie hissed as he walked out the room.

"Grayson! What did you do?!" I spoke my thought. 

Charlie then came in with a stick. On the end of it had two sharp blades. 

"Let's play," Charlie hissed as he poked Grayson with the stick. 

Grayson let out a scream to which my heart dropped. I needed to do something. Charlie was no only shocking him but stabbing him.

"Tell me the sequence!" he hissed.

Grayson let out a laugh, "Go eat shit you cunt," he fired back. Charlie then started to beat him with the metal stick.

"You know, I would tell you if you gave me some pineapple pizza. I hadn't had some in a while," Grayson spoke before Charlie shocked and stabbed him again.

"I need to go. Pineapples was his safe word," I spoke as I got out the computer chair running out the closet. A hand then grabbed me, "And what are you going to say when you show up?" Vincent questioned.

I thought for a second, "Well he always wanted that stupid drink so I'll give it to him but he's going to want more than a drink. It doesn't matter but I need to save Grayson," I spoke.

I watched as anger took over Vincent, "Fine but just stay here a second and strip from your clothes. Even your bra and panties. Just do it," he ordered before he walked out the room.

Letting out a groan, I stripped from my clothes and Vincent came back with a bag in his hand. He emptied it on the bed revealing a small box, a robe and dark red lace lingerie. "Put it on and I'll explain," he gestured to which I did.

"You don't have to sleep with him," he spoke as he opened the box revealing a ring, "Just make him a drink and push the top of the ring down over the glass. Under will come out a clear drug. It will knock him out in 30 minutes. Before it knocks him out, he'll be loopy and spill the truth about whatever you ask him. When he wakes up, he'll think you guys had sex. Take your phone and put the volume on. If he makes a move on you sober, I'll call you and tell you to come home," he explained.

He passed me the ring and I put in on along with a pair of heels and the robe. I then turned my ringer on and shoved the phone in the pocket of the robe along with a print of Charlie's fingerprint. "Thank you," I sincerely spoke as I hugged Vincent before jogging to the door.

"No problem and I'll be up looking over you," he smiled before I ran out the door and up the stairs. I was now standing in front Charlie's door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked hard on his door.

You're doing this to save Grayson. Be brave. You got this. You got this.