Lowkey

Chapter 14

He smirks and nods at me once before shifting his attention to Wyatt beside me, and I caught on instantly.

The drink was spiked. Of course, it was.

"Cheers, baby," Wyatt said lifting his own glass up.

I picked up my glass as he brought his own towards me, my gaze falling on his blue ones.

"Cheers, Wyatt,"

He clanks the glasses and takes a swig of his drink, while I put mine to my lips, making sure to bring the liquid close enough but not enough to drink it.

When he turns away, I pull my champagne away and pour a small amount into one of the empty glasses on the table.

I tipped just enough to make it appear as like I had drunk enough for his liking.

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An hour and thirty minutes went by, Wyatt continued to ask me questions and everything I gave him was truly, false.

Looking towards the time on his watch I notice it was time for strike two.

"Wyatt?" I whisper into his ear.

He responds by rubbing his hand further down my arm and humming.

I brush my lips over his neck before speaking in his ear, "I was wondering..." I place my hand on his chest and slowly track it up towards his neck, across his throat and towards the sharp line of his jaw.

"Could we go to a room and... have some fun?" I said, moving my hand down his chest and to the hem of his pants, gliding my fingers across his belt.

I watch his Adam's apple bounce up and down as his breath catches. He digs his fingers into my skin and places his lips to my ear.

"There's a room down the hall, join me?"

I nod my head, subtly biting my lip and he smirks.

I step out of the booth and wait for Wyatt. Once he's beside me, I take his hand in mine and begin guiding him towards the room.

I scan around the room as we walk, and they stop as my eyes find exactly what I'm seeking.

Both Roman and Theo walked out of a corridor from afar, both looking the same as they entered, empty-handed and stone-cold.

Roman's gaze briefly met mine. I noticed his eyes harden while he dropped them to my hand that was locked with Wyatt's. Looking away from him, I caught a glimpse of his hands fisting tightly.

I slipped out of sight and down the corridor away from the main event. I step in with Wyatt behind me, turning towards an open bedroom.

Once I heard the door click closed, I was harshly pushed up against the wall. Although the action was rough, he appeared to be distracted as his lips were now latched on my neck.

My other hand glides up my leg as I run my hand through his dry locks, lifting my dress to the small fabric wrapped around my inner thigh, where I move my hand and slip my silver blade into my grasp.

I slide the blade open instantly and press it against his side, the blade seeping into his flesh just as he was about to shove his lips onto my lips.

He stumbles back and lets out a pained grunt. With a malicious smile on my lips, I lift my leg and point my heel towards his chest, causing him to tumble to the ground with a single short push.

"Fuck!" He moans and clutches his side.

I see him open his eyes and sneer at me as I start walking towards him and flip my blade between my fingers.