Page 8 of Masked & Mine
I’m down. When do you want to meet?
@Untrained__Ghostt
Tomorrow, our place?
Tomorrow, is he high?! I act like I actually have something else to do. Tomorrow is a Saturday too. I normally would’ve been working Saturdays; it was usually one of our busiest days at the club… Guess that doesn’t matter now.
@devils_sovereign
Okay, I’m down. Send me the address. Is this how the girls are lured to a serial killer’s house? Probably.
Good thing I’m not the whimpering damsel in distress.
2I’m chanting, ‘Please don’t be ugly, please don’t be ugly’ while I’m walking up Percy and Mack’s driveway. Some masked men are usually not the easiest on the eyes underneath the mask, but that’s the fantasy, right?
It feels weird not to call them König and Ghost. Really surprised, Mack opened up and told me their names right away. I’m probably looking into it too much, though. They probably do this with every girl they lure into their house. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about meeting them in person. Probably because they won’t be wearing their masks, and I have a sick feeling they’re both about to be breathtaking.
Also, meeting them for the first time at their house probably wasn’t the best decision on my part. What if they’re killers?
Bitch, you act like your father’s not a killer, and didn’t train you to be exactly that as well.
What a way to go, though. Two masked men taking me out.Okay, stop!I’m already getting wet and worked up, and I haven’t even seen or spoken to them yet.
I walk up the steps to the cutest little town home I’ve ever seen and knock on the door.
A brief moment passes, and the door opens as I look up to see who opened the door. Goddamn, why is this man so tall? It’s König, I mean Percy. The definition of tall, dark, and drop-dead fucking gorgeous.My gut feeling was right.
Why this man covers his perfect face with a damn mask beats me. He has eyes that take your breath away. They are the lightest blue I have ever seen, with little white flakes spread throughout. It’s such a stark difference to his pitch black hair. He has a beard, but it’s trimmed. Hopefully, I’ll be taking that for a test drive. His skin is a perfect tanned olive shade.
“Marfa? I’m Percy. So nice to finally meet you in person.”
“Aren’t you proper? Call me Mar. Honestly, I’ll take whore over Marfa.”
He throws his head back laughing. I didn’t think that was that funny, but go off.
Coming up and wrapping his hands around Percy waist. “Hi Mar! I feel like we’re already besties. Come on in. I’m obviously Mack.”
Peeling off the back of Percy he walks through their entryway. Mack is such a fine specimen that’s for sure. A little bit shorter than Percy, but definitely more built. That’s saying a lot because Percy’s built like a brick shithouse.
Both of their eyes are piercing, but in different ways. Mack’s are green, but such a bright type of green, and his hair makes them look even more radiant. It’s bleached out on the top, with the sides being a natural dark brown color that’s shaven towards his scalp. Damn, I wonder who does his hair; it looks good. His skin is a bit lighter than Percy’s—kind of creamier, in a way. He’s just pretty, in a scary way. It makes me want to sit in front of him with my phone and snap pictures of him twenty-four-seven.
Percy waves his hand out in front of him for me to come in. Wow, he really is so proper. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I wouldn’t even say he’s proper, but he looks more uptight. We’ll see how this goes…
1. High For This - Original - The Weeknd
2. I NEVER EXISTED - Chase Atlantic
Chapter four
Percy
@Königoftheunderworld
Wow, she’s beautiful beyond words. She has almost black hair but still has that warmth to it.1Her curls are unruly and natural, but not in a wild way. Those luscious, fuckable lips—with a softness I’d love to feel all over my body. Her high cheekbones and those brown eyes that look way too deep into my soul for meeting each other just seconds ago. But I guess she did see me get fucked last night, so there’s that. She has this black eyeliner that accentuates her slightly tilted almond eyes, and I can’t stop looking at them. Her skin is a perfect honey, almost amber, hue that makes her appear a bit eccentric.
Mack said she’s a domme. He also had to tell me what the hell that term meant because I obviously had no clue what that was. I have to blame that on my old age. Apparently, it just means that she’s a female dom, which makes sense because she screams boss bitch.
“Quit ogling her, goddamn. You’re going to scare her off.” Mack states, slapping my chest.