Chapter 40

• Flashback:
• To say Judith Alia was not the star of the night would like be calling the universe plain. False right? As Judith walked into the ball room wearing the latest design by Saint Laurent. The gold gown clung to her like a second skin as though it had been made specifically for her. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall and her legs graced the almighty Nappa silk strappy heels. Of course all she wore had been customized, it had to be, Judith Alia was a well known global model, she has modeled Dior, channel, Versace, Prada and even Gucci so it was no surprise that the beautiful blonde was the star of the night. Julia was here sorely for one thing, more like one person: Gideon Romero. Sure she had come here to party, and have fun but most importantly she had come here for a pleasurable business. Ever since she had laid eyes on Gideon on that vogue magazine last week, he had been rent free in her head. Now that she had had a look, she wanted to taste and claim. Judith was a woman of power, she always found a way to get what she wants, no was never a response to give to a woman like her.
• Other than how all attention shifted to her, Gideon was the first thing she had noticed once she stepped foot into the ball room. His 6’3 body graced a baby blue tuxedo that complimented his body, his hair was perfectly gelled back and the first three buttons on his white shirt? Not buttoned. Signature look if I may. Judith licked her lips as she did a once over on Gideon, once, twice, three times and yet his beauty still refused to click. Gideon stood at the far end of the ballroom watching everyone, his eyes scanned the entire ballroom and yet nothing seemed to catch his interest, until he saw her, standing right at the entrance of the ball room, her lemon eyes were the first thing he had noticed, they seemed alive and looked as though, they were calling out to him. She wore a mask, everyone was asked to, but he was Gideon and if he wasn’t okay with a rule, he didn’t oblige. Though Judith wore a mask, he was more than convinced that she was an exquisite specie so he smiled, his signature smile that did more than make a nun sin. It worked, Judith began working towards him in slow, sensuous movements, his eyes bulged out at how captivating she looked in her gold gown, how it graced her shape. Her hips swayed as she moved, as though they were creating a rhythm that only they could understand. Finally she was before him, she stretched out her hand for him to take a she obliged, placing his warm lips against her knuckles while staring into her lemon eyes. She was the first to speak and her voice sounded like absolute music to him, the mixture of piano and violin, emotional and peaceful.