CHAPTER 10 :

“The better part of valor is discretion.” — Henry IV, Part I (Act V, Scene IV)

“What? He tried to kill someone with a scalpel?” Klein’s voice sounded strange and foreign to his own self, but couldn’t help the question.

“Yes. And second update : He’s secretly organizing a BDSM masquerade tonight. In the fancy dungeon on the 15 Montesano Street. The code to enter is ‘scarlett’ and masks are a necessity.” He quickly added the last part, and Klein’s eyes shot up in surprise. BDSM masquerade?

“Any updates on the Amanda Roger case? The killing pattern and something else?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Murder weapon was discovered, a scalpel which was lying under the mattress. It seemed like the killer wanted us to find it. Again, no fingerprints, no DNA.” His voice was hopeless. It was true that they were losing this case.

“Okay. I’ll go for questioning Xavier tomorrow about his expulsion issue. And you should keep tabs on the Amanda case and update me if you find anything.” He stated, his voice regaining it’s authoritive property, as he took his coat, and exited the building.

He came home, as he started rummaging for any decent mask he could wear at the masquerade party. He found a dirty violet mask, and he perked up. Now, all that was left is getting prepared. He didn’t know what to think about the little scalpel issue that Xavier had. He can’t be the killer.

He wore a navy blue suit, with a black tie and a golden tie pin. He fixed his outfit for one last time, and with a longing look at the mirror, he was out of the door. He hastily hoped in his SUV, driving away as fast as he could. Soon, he was in front of the opening of the fancy dungeon in Montesano street.

His dirty violet mask gave him the allowance to enter, and as gave them the code they expected. As he stepped inside, not knowing what to expect of this party. The place had a decent number of people, making him know that it was a private party, and not all were invited. The dungeon was nicely built on the inside, and people were going on and about with only three shades of masks. Black, the dominant; Violet, the switch; and Yellow, the submissive.

Dominants were making some audience shows with their subs and sometimes, switches. The audience was quite enjoying how the dominants had their away with their partners, and the partial nudity, of course. Where was Xavier? As a host, he should be the center of attention but he was nowhere to be seen.

Taking a cocktail from a waiter, Klein began to stroll the place. He went around searching for Xavier, which would be quite a difficult task because of the masks. That’s when he spotted a dominant under a black mask, who was portraying the way he seduces his submissive.

It was Winter. He was wearing a black mask, and only a pair of black leather pants; no shirt. His face shifted to the girl who was tied to a steel pole, wearing only a exposing red lingerie. His eyes flickered with lust and amusement, as he tugged at the handcuffs of the unknown girl. He threw his head back once he knew that all eyes were on him. He loved the attention.

Klein didn’t know how to react at this. The CEO’s face was as bright as the sun, his complexion as cold as moonlight. His lustrous almond colored hair fell carelessly on his face, hoisting the girl up the pole, making her hold him closer by circling his waist with her shapely legs.

His skin looked as smooth as marble, as if sculpted with the perfect precision. Lord, this man was perfect. He pushed his hips forward, making the girl moan, burying her face in his neck. He was too busy with his shenanigans to spot Klein. His beautiful scarlett lips landed on hers, working all the way to her tongue.

The audience went all cheers at this explicit show. After all, that’s what they were here for. To have a night of their lives. He broke away, silently moving down the girl’s body, tracing every inch of her skin with his slick tongue.

Klein was losing patience here. He wanted to talk to Winter, and there he was — almost fucking a girl with his people surrounding him as if he were a God. The girl shifted and squirmed beneath his touch, when his eyes averted and landed directly on Jase.

(A/N : BDSM masquerade. Absolutely my type of thing. No wonder I included this in the story. That's all a dominant like me lives for. Audience shows, and all that.

Breathe, readers, breathe. I'm not trying to scare you. Just stating some facts. And, let's focus on the story, shall we? Xavier is complicated as fuck lmao.