Fairy Godmother Inc. - Apollo's Angel

By @FR_BLACK
Fairy Godmother Inc. - Apollo's Angel

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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

We finally make it to the last hallway that will lead us to the royal ballroom in our dark cloaks. My heart is pounding and my knees feel weak.

This is not the time to get cold feet.

“Mort, are you sure people will not ask who I am? My dress is an eye-catcher to put it mildly, would hate for the royal guard to be called,” I say dryly.

“Five hundred people are in attendance tonight, I think you will be fine. Tonight is about mystery anyway, I think it’s rude to ask someone’s name.”

“That’s a lot of people,” I whisper with a frown and good point.

This might be a little harder than I originally thought to get close to Laura’s glass. I bite my lip as I watch Mort take off her cloak and toss it to the side. She is in a dark blue gown resembling a peacock with feathers everywhere. It isn’t horrible and it isn’t great either. Very neutral, like always.

“Game face,” Mort says, urging me to get going with her raised brows. “I will go around the side to see if I can get a clear view of Laura. Ivy stated that she is very careful of not let any of her DNA to be left around, probably guessing that we desperately want it. I will hold up my fist when I can get a clear view of her which means you needs to keep me in your eyesight and visa-versa.”

“Very German soldier of you,” I say and take a calming breath. Tonight I am not myself, I am a woman who is seeking revenge.

Nobody likes a blond, stuck-up bully.

I slowly take off my cloak exposing the stunning gown of glistening yellow and black onyx. My skin looks like perfect ivory contrasting with my stark black locks. I’m wearing so many black and white striped petticoats I doubt I will be able to find my own legs and the corset is so tight it leaves little to the imagination. My breasts look glorious, they really do, perfect ivory globes if I were to compare to something. I’m proud of the girls, and I’m aloud to be without any judging. Charming really did an amazing job and I can see why he is Zora’s right hand man. Using the ladies room will be a challenge though, so I need to keep my champagne intake to a glass.

I lower my black lace veil and whip out my yellow fan.

Eyes narrowed we make our way to the grand entrance, which is magnificent in height. The silver doors must be two stories high, their splendor I have never seen before. Masses of people swarm everywhere in all different vibrant shades and styles taking my breath away. I have never been permitted to go into the royal ballroom and the sheer size of it would be a world wonder on Earth. The lighting is low and exotic, the many chandeliers emitting a sensuous glow that makes a shiver slide down my spine. Deep sapphire and silver adored the elaborate décor and the dark marble floor sparkled and glistened with the dim lighting.

When you first enter an enormous staircase leads you down into the ballroom floor. A grand entrance is an understatement here. The finest sapphire velvet is draped down the center of the staircase completing the masterpiece. As my eyes scan the majesty of the ballroom I almost have to pinch myself, it was incredible.

Intoxicating.

The music seems to weave its way around your soul, transforming you into someone else entirely. The manifestation of something seemly sinful that tantalizes and tickles your senses whether you’re ready for it or not. The vibrations are mysterious and romantic all in the same. I stand now at the top of the staircase gazing down at the fantasy, a world that I never thought existed.

I suddenly smile, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

I pick up my glittering gown and begin my decent to the main level. I think a server ran into a pillar to my left, the crash of glass being lost in the buzz of the ballroom. Maybe the yellow of my gown blinded him I think with a giggle bubbling up my throat. This is thrilling, a body high I have never experienced. I glance to my left and see men in dark masks gawking at me, so lift my lace veil and I wink at them. One of their mouths drops open as I pass, feeling spirited. Walking like you owned the place never hurt anyone.

I think I was experiencing cabin fever being a slave and now I feel free.

Even if it’s just for tonight.

I ignore people’s stares and whispers and search for Mort, grabbing a champagne glass from a passing server. I down the contents, needing all the help I can get and dispose of it on another passing waiter. I spy Mort and she shakes her head and then I lose her as groups of people block my view. It’s rather hard to see but I spot the throne seating down on the far end of the ballroom.

If I were to bet, Laura and Apollo would be seated there. There are curtains and a luxurious lounge area almost like it is the V.I.P area at a club. I bit my lip, praying she is getting a little drunk and leaves her glass unattended. This is the perfect setting to catch Laura off guard, hoping this can be a quick mission so I can enjoy the rest of the night. She still thinks I am locked away, licking my wounds no doubt.

I also want to be out of Apollo’s view.

He will not know it’s me so I doubt I will draw his attention for more than a minute or two. There are tons of women here and more importantly he is an engaged man now. That makes me want to vomit. I wonder as I make my way down to the throne seating what dress Charming made for Laura.

Hopefully a brown gown with a, itchy turtle neck. A little heathy wishful thinking never hurt.  

“Excuse me madam,” a male voice says next to me as I still. “You are a vision in yellow, please allow me a dance.”

I turn to see an average height male with a purple feathered mask on. His black and plum finery is appealing enough and I do a quick glance to the dance floor, which happens to be right in front of the throne seating. That will give me a great view of Laura, if she is there that is.

Perfect.

I smile at him and hold out my hand for him to kiss.

He raises his blue eyes up to mine and sighs. “We were trying to guess what kingdom you belong to, for I don’t remember seeing you at the feast.”

Oh I was there, cleaning up your messy dishes.

I wave my hand. “There are so many people you must have just overlooked me.”

He laughs and tucks my arm in his. “Impossible.”

“Oh,” I laugh feeling nervous and glance around for a sign of Mort. “You flatter me Sir. I would absolutely love a dance with a gentleman as charming as you,” I say playfully, hoping I sound like a well-bred woman.

He looks a bit intoxicated as he peers down at me with heavy lids, his gaze drifting to my chest. “I will be the envy of every male here, you honor me. You look so exquisite I almost forgot to breath when I caught sight of you,” he laughs and leans in like he is going to tell a secret, “And, my dear, there is no such thing as a gentleman. Just a patient wolf.” He leers at me and I catch his meaning loud and clear.

He’s going to have to be very patient then.

Indeterminately.

He talks about his large estate he holds in Mont Gallow like that should make me swoon or something. I just nod with the occasional giggle as he leads me to the dance floor. My gown is sparkling beautifully as I twirl and get into position. Now I must say that I know how to dance perfectly, my knowledge is on key. I guess along with the language we also know the customs like dancing. Thank goodness or this would be a very awkward encounter.

Their style of dance is a little like the classic ballroom but with added spice. A little tango here and a little close dancing there. There are a lot of people on the dance floor but as we start to move in a waltz-like dance I begin to move closer to see the occupants in the elevated lounge. I only have a few seconds with every turn to get as much detail as possible.

With another spine I am close enough to see people in masks talking, drinking and laughing. I bit my lip when I am twirled again. At this rate I will need to dance all night to get a clear view. I spine again and see Laura in a lavender gown that is gorgeous, of course. Charming doesn’t do anything that is not breathtaking. But, I will say mine is better.

In my humble opinion.  

She is walking on the arm of a masked man that is definitely not Apollo, maybe a cousin? Looks like he is leading her to the large dance floor. My heart skips a beat when I see a wine glass just sitting on a glass table where she came from. Is it hers? I would have to get closer for a better look. I prayed it had lipstick on the glass that matches the pink on Laura’s lips. I also see almost all of the occupants of the royal family descending to the dance floor.

The dance stops.

I frown as I glance around.

Everyone including my dance partner starts clapping. I glance in front of me and see Laura laughing and clapping and to her left is the magnificent Apollo Augustus Garthorn. I suck in a harsh breath, I am so close, too close. I happen to be at the front of the dance crowd by chance which is not ideal. I’m terrified Laura will recognize me and call me out in front of everyone. And with that thought I try to scoot back as best as I can but to no avail. It is actually drawing more attention to me. Apparently the royal families will participate in a dance and everyone is honoring them, from what I gather. My mind is in panic mode.

My eyes take in Apollo who is laughing what someone said. He looks like a version of Zorro with his plain metal mask and dark attire. The buttons at his neck are undone and his billowy back dress **** is making me feel lightheaded. Did Apollo ever look bad?! Never in his life probably. I feel bad for the other normal looking men standing around Apollo. It is like seeing Jason Momoa standing next to Zack, from Saved By The Bell. His muscled thighs are well displayed in his tight gray pants showing every bulge of muscle.

My cheeks heat and I curse, looking away.

Not wanting my gaze to travel to the family jewels which appear to be quite impressive. Bad Viola. Bad. Bad. Bad. When I glance back my whole body freezes, Apollo’s dark gaze is currently inspecting my yellow gown with an expression I can’t read. It’s normal, I tell myself, the gown is in fact stunning. I take a big breath and shift, looking away like I don’t notice. I most likely just drew attention to my impressive cleavage, no more big breaths idiot. La-la-la-la, just another average girl with just an amazing dressmaker. Nothing to see here.

I feel my dance partner put my arm in his like he is staking claim from Apollo. Please. I roll my eyes and slowly glance back to find Apollo still staring at me. He can’t see my eyes but I can see his and they are definitely zoned in on me. He raises his chin and tilts his head a little, an expression stony and indifferent. It is so hard to tell with him in that silver mask. I’m sick with nerves, wondering desperately what he is thinking. Why on Earth did Peirce put me in such a bright dress?! Now I’m regretting wearing this masterpiece of a gown. I need to get out of here, or at least out of Apollo’s view before I blow my cover. I am suddenly Closter phobic.

I mentally slap myself.

I need to stay calm and stop being awkward. Apollo is just being a typical man and merely admiring female beauty, nothing more. He’s engaged for Pete’s sake. I am over-reacting like normal.

I hiss under my breath because the dance is starting and to my horror it’s an interchanging dance. Of course it is. The music is exotic and enthralling, exactly what I do not want. I am just thankful for the low lighting and masks. Laura is now paired with Apollo, good. She looks completely infatuated with him, pursing her lips and standing too close. This dance is not fast but you do change partners throughout it.

I grab my partner’s hand and curtesy and he bows.

We dance and I feel like im in some sort of twilight zone, where my body is moving but my brain is in a fog. I can only hear the seductive notes of the symphony and my beating heart. I must dance my way to the edge and make a clean escape without being detected. I am in the danger zone. We are intertwining now and I spine and raise my arms as a new gentlemen takes my hand. This continues as I near the edge of the dance floor as I’m twirled again. Just a couple more twirls and I’m free.

I make it to the edge and I feel a strong hand take mine and yank me back into the dance floor, spinning me forcefully. Somewhere in the depths of my panicking mind, I know I’m screwed. I know who I will see when this twirl stops. Dark glittering eyes gaze down at me leaving me little to what he thinking. My whole body tenses up and I forget to breathe. Just act natural, please.

I feel his hand low on my hips, much lower than the other men’s hands and too low for an engaged man. As he spins me his fingers trial over my midsection and lower, applying pressure here and there. Seems deliberate but I can’t be sure, I hate this tension, this panic. As I spin again I become face to face with him and it’s so unnerving that his expression has not changed.

Does he know?!

It was time to change partners but he didn’t move, just grabs my hand again and spins me.

He might know.

Apollo did not change partners and I am petrified to ask why. Maybe it is a mistake on his part, I think quickly. I don’t want to jump to conclusions quite yet. Surly this is all my paranoia, my demented thinking. I suddenly feel the heat of his body against my back as his hand presses me hard to him. I feel every inch of his rigid body against mine and we are no longer dancing. Luckily the crowded dance floor and low lighting almost hides us in the swarm.

My heart pounds in my chest.

I feel like the little mouse being caught under the Lion’s paw.

His hand that is splayed over my stomach moves upward, applying more pressure as his palm ascends. I try to move but his free hand grabs the glittering fabric of my gown and yanks it back. Okay I’m in trouble. Warning sirens are ringing in my head, escape now! Red alert! My adrenaline is flowing through my veins and I gasp when I feel his hand under my breasts. Apollo’s mouth is hot against my ear as he lets go of my gown to rip off my mask, tossing it somewhere to my left.

I try to move again but his hand grabs my neck, squeezing it just enough for me to panic. His fingers under my breasts move up, feathering over my impressive cleavage. Butterflies scatter in my stomach as I feel him boldly caress me. Under different circumstance I would be considered the luckiest girl in the kingdom.

He is provoking me.

His mouth on my neck almost makes me groan. I feel his fingers dip below my lace corset to cup my breast fully but somewhere in the back of my mind I find my senses. I whip around to slap him. He barely flinches as he catches my wrist midair. Our gazes clash like the mighty Titians. His dark gaze is hard and his jaw is flexed, he looks slightly manic. Unstable. Unpredictable. He is breathing hard and I can tell the beast inside him has awoken. Apollo moves so fast the only thing I could do is yelp as he holds me forcefully to him.

I prayed no one is witnessing this.

His mouth hisses into my ear, “I will give you a five minute head start.”

I jerk my head up to his. “For what? Until you force yourself on me?” I spit back feeling almost dizzy from my adrenaline.

He throws off his mask and the look he gives me makes my knees buckle. He is still breathing hard as his gaze drifts over my yellow glory and he actually licks his lips. I shiver, seeing the desire flair to life in his eyes. “Unfortunately not Angel. I will give you five minutes before I call the royal guard for your arrest.”

I gasp. “They w-will kill me.”

He tilts his head and holds up his five fingers and whispers. “Five.” His eyes seem too dark and the grin that spreads over his lips makes me want to scream.

This side of Apollo I have never seen before.

Abort mission!

I back up and turn to run, praying for a miracle. 

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  1. MCKapo

    … you know, I’m not sure I’m liking Apollo at this moment, using and messing with poor Viola like that, **** move!
    I do like Viola very much though, she’s feisty

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