HIS VIRGIN LEECH (4)

It turned out that The Children With Cancer Charity event at The Langham Hotel was held by Barclays Foundation. I just found out when I read it on the massive banner near the ballroom's entrance.

Barclays Foundation... Barclays Bank.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized that this wasn't a coincidence. But deep down I already knew he would come for me, Moran wouldn't let me off that easily.

Sebastian Moran certainly would be here too.

I had my luck run out just when I need it the most, I thought as I stepped into the ballroom after securities staff checked my invitation and bag.

Tonight Sebastian Moran must be avoided at all cost.

Luckily I just had to take some pictures and sit for a few moments for my report and then I could get the hell out of here. All I need to do now was to pick a table where I could be invisible and carefully not attract his — or anyone's attention until I could depart.

I hoped someone as important as Sebastian Moran would be seated far in the front table with other important guests.

I sat quietly on the farthest and darkest banquet table while watching hundreds of guests arrived dressed in formal attires. They mostly came from upper-class circles from businessmen to rich socialites. The men wore formal tuxedos, while the women wore evening dresses.

I wore my standard formal clothes which were consist of black suit pants and a red blouse with a deep cut on the cleavage that made me looked neat but simple. Hair was still as wild as my life, so I simply tied it with a matching red ribbon.

I also brought my tablet and camera to make some drafts for my report but now it seemed impossible to work in this situation.

There were two other people at the same table as me, both of whom also seemed to be covering this event for different newspapers.

I spent the first hour enjoying the food and drinks served while taking as many pictures from afar. Mr. Rochester would be mad tomorrow. But I'd rather deal with his wrath than facing Sebastian Moran.

At nine PM Sebastian Moran still hadn't shown his nose.

I turned my gaze to the group that had just entered the ballroom, the one walking at the front was a tall, thin man in his fifties. His light grey hair was neatly combed back, a fake politician smile grazing his face.

That man was Bill Kovach. Behind him were his secretaries, aides, and extra bodyguards who always followed him wherever he went.

This. This was my chance to get my revenge.

I picked up the portable voice recorder I usually use for recording press conferences or interviews from inside my bag and walked toward Kovach and his entourage with brisk strides.

How stupid of me. Of course he would be here. Kovach and Moran were working together in this year's San Francisco mayoral election. I didn't know yet what happened in between, all I know at this point was that Sebastian Moran was the one behind Bill Kovach's candidacy.

It was him who sponsored the Kovach campaign and cleared up his corruption scandal.

Bill Kovach had always managed to avoid live interviews and such. So at least once, I wanted to rattle this snake.

"Mr. Kovach!" I called his name before he reached his table at the VIP area. He turned his head towards me with a sleazy smile pasted on his face.

I turned on the voice recorder in my hand and shoved it in his face. "Mr. Kovach, is it true that you are still running for mayoral election this year?"

Kovach looked surprised at being suddenly interviewed. His aides and bodyguards started to approach me but they were waiting for a signal from their master.

"Yes, of course," he replied with a smile that began to falter.

"Even with the still on-going embezzlement scandals at Barclays Bank and Trinity University?" I pressed before the two people behind me stopped me.

Bill Kovach looked at me angrily. "Who let this woman in?!" he snapped at his secretary. Several people sitting at tables near us turned their heads to watch us.

It seemed that Kovach's shout was the cue that his aide and bodyguard were waiting for because the next second the two of them grabbed my arms roughly and tried to drag me away.

"Hey! Get off me!" I protested while trying to escape their grip in vain. My voice was muffled by the music that had just started because it was a concert session. The dark atmosphere also made almost no one notice the commotion at the edge of the ballroom.

I was about to kick one of them when a dangerously low voice interrupted us from an opened door. "Let her go."

A towering silhouette of a man walked out from that pitch-black room.

Sebastian Moran stared coldly at the two bodyguards. His gaze slid to their hands that still gripped my arms tightly.

I was too shocked to see his sudden appearance out of nowhere.

Sebastian was wearing a formal black tuxedo while his dark hair was neatly slicked back. He looked so different from that night, I hardly recognized him when he was wearing clothes.

"This is none of your business," said the bodyguard on my left which his friend replied immediately with a blow to the back of his head. The two of them finally let go of my hand.

I rubbed my arm which still hurt a little while taking a few steps away from them.

"Please excuse us, Mr. Moran, but this lady dared to approach and bother Mr. Kovach. So we had to remove her," added the right bodyguard respectfully.

"I don't care. Go," he growled at them.

The two of them walked away quickly without saying another word, leaving us in the dark corner of the ballroom.

Half a minute passed without a word from him. My feet stepped back again, trying to increase the distance between us.

"Where are you going, Daisy?"

His voice made my stomach feel weird. I couldn't help but think about that night at Magnus. Just hearing his voice made my stomach tingle.

He stepped towards me with his long stride until I could see his face completely. "Did you receive my flowers?" he asked again with an expression I couldn't read.

Sebastian looked dashing tonight, but at the same time so very dangerous. I swallowed frantically, trying to think of a way to escape this situation.

"Lost your tongue?" he taunted as he took another step until he stood very close to me. "Sorry, I couldn't wait to hear your 're-schedule' plan, so I sent the flowers." One of his veiny hand raised my chin till we could stare at each other.

"Why do you still call me Daisy?" I asked, somewhat irritated. "You know who I really am from the start, right?"

He smiled faintly, but my heart was beating wildly. "I have no business with Ludmila Benson," he replied matter-of-factly before bringing his face closer to me, almost nuzzling my jaw, and then whispering in my ear.

"I only have business with Daisy, she still owes me one orgasm."