My Sin

Chapter Thirteen

Beautiful Hell - Adna

The alarm buzzed insistently, and with a groan, I flung it across the room. I instantly regretted setting it the night before to wake up early for work.

It had been a week since they found Caldwell's lifeless body near the border, with rumors circulating that his throat had been slit, and his tongue removed. Whoever had done this showed no mercy.

There was only one person we suspected could be responsible: Jax Carlisle. The mere thought of crossing paths with him filled me with dread. If he was capable of such brutality with Caldwell, he could easily do the same to me.

Another week had passed without any sign of Sin. According to Leo and Kurt, he was furious because we had no leads on the location of the incriminating videotape, and the higher authorities were once again sniffing around Caldwell's disappearance.

These thoughts faded away when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Hunter, looking as bad-boy as ever, with his hair slicked back, a white dress shirt, black tattered pants, and boots. He held a box in his hand and handed it to me.

"Wear it tonight," he instructed, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Please don't tell me you need servers again for a party," I grumbled. I had just woken up and wasn't in the mood to be annoyed so early.

"We're going to a party tonight. I need you to look..." He trailed off and gave me an appraising look from head to toe. I had forgotten that I was only in a T-shirt and underwear, and my irritation flared as he ogled me.

"Whose party?" I interrupted, growing impatient.

"We'll be attending a ball hosted by an important person," he replied, his expression serious.

"Who is this 'important person'?" I asked sarcastically.

"Stop asking questions. Just wear that and do as I say. I'll pick you up at 8," he ordered before marching out of the room.

Once the door closed, I placed the box on the bed and opened it. Inside, I found a white cocktail dress with thin straps and a lace skirt that would undoubtedly highlight my curves. Despite its revealing nature, I couldn't help but admire it. Hunter certainly had a knack for picking out outfits.

Determined to keep my mouth shut and follow Hunter's orders, I left the room and went to Krystal's for help. I knew nothing about makeup, and tonight, I had to look classy, according to Hunter's instructions.

Throughout the afternoon, I couldn't help but wonder whether Sin would bring someone to the party. If he did, it would probably be Anastasia, and I wasn't sure how they would react to seeing me with Hunter. But Sin and Anastasia were his problems, not mine. For tonight, I would have a good time and try to avoid them as much as possible.

Krystal, with her cheerful enthusiasm, helped me prepare for the evening. She transformed me with a smokey eye, bold brows, a hint of blush, and red lipstick. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel amazed at her skill.

"Tada!" she exclaimed, and I turned to see her reflection.

"Wow," I said in a hushed voice. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Krystal had done an incredible job with my makeup, making me look glamorous.

"I deserve a pat on the back," she said, her cheerful demeanor contagious, and we both chuckled.

I donned the dress that Hunter had given me and slipped into the matching white heels. When I stood before Krystal, she was rendered speechless.

"Goddamn, girl, you look more than classy! Now show those bad boys what you've got tonight!" she exclaimed with a wide grin, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.