Blackwood-parties were legendary. Not only because almost all of London was there, but because of the various substances floating around. The Blackwood siblings were the perfect duo when it came to getting everyone drunk and high off their minds.

The theme for these sorts of parties was always “Roaring 20s”, so people came dressed up as their favourite characters from Beautiful & Damned, Great Gatsby and all the Bright Young Things books. It was an unwritten rule that Roxana always dressed up as Daisy Buchanan, and Rider always went as Anthony Patch.

Getting an invitation was like receiving knighthood from the Queen among the young elitist Londoners, and those who didn't could might as well move to another city and forget their social life. Every one wanted to be there.

So, naturally, when Harry didn't receive an invitation and the rest of the boys did, he was pissed. Majorly pissed.

“You can have mine, I don't plan on going,” Louis said to him after rehearsals.

“Yeah, right. If she doesn't want me there, so be it,” Harry snapped at his best friend.

“If you want, I can talk to her,” Zayn commented, not really wanting to, but feeling like he had to. Ever since he had witnessed their conversation, he was hesitant about letting Rox near Harry. Somehow, he knew that if only Harry wanted to, he could have her. But Zayn wanted her to himself. Even Niall was beginning to go on his nerves. Him and Rox had met a couple of times, and she acted like she really, genuinely liked him.

“When hell freezes over,” Harry said back and the room went silent. They certainly hadn't planned it, but Rox was slowly driving a wedge between the boys. And that was dangerous.


Roxana's POV:

“So, are they coming? That boy-band of yours?” Rider asked, leaning against my doorframe. I shot him a scolding look before I went back to applying make-up. The big party was a mere hours away, and I needed my time to get ready.

“I've invited all but one. We'll see if they show up,” I said back flatly, concentrating on my eyeliner.

“And which one haven't you invited?” he plopped down on my bed, grabbing a joint from my nightstand and lighting it up. I groaned and ignored him.

“So it's the one, huh? The one you could fall for? Roxana... I hate to say it, but one day, you'll have to accept that there's love out there, even for you,” he continued and I laughed dryly.

“Yeah, sure. As if we could ever have someone love us. And Love? What is it good for? Absolutely nothing” I said and looked at him.



He knew what I meant. We were both spoiled, rich, and sort of broken. I had seen Rider go through girls like other people toilet paper, and he knew I wasn't much different. He looked at me with a pensive expression and inhaled deeply.

“You know the problem's not loving us, it's us loving them back,” he said before he got up and left my room.

“Wanker,” I muttered to myself while finishing my make-up. He was dead-on right.


Zayn's POV:

Naturally, the fucking paps were basically camping outside Rox's townhouse just to get a good picture of the various celebs that had been invited. I kept my head down while Liam, Niall and I made our way out of the limo and inside. A butler took our coats and I turned around only to feel like I had time-travelled back to the twenties. Of course, we wore attire to fit the party, but the sight of all these people together was just like being in a film.

We greeted many familiar faces while we made our way into the drawing room. I was desperate to see Rox again, I hadn't met her in 3 days now, all due to her 'party-planning'. My suggestion of coming over sooner to help her has been turned down with a snobbish snort and and 'oh, please'.

While we filed through the crowd, I could hear her recognisable laughter from across the room, and the mass of people parted like the red sea to let me see her. She was wearing a stunning, yet very revealing, black dress with loads of feather, matching with her shoes, and her hair was done the usual twenties-style.

Roxana's outfit:


Through her heavy eyelashes she looked straight at us, waving a fan in front of her. She looked like trouble, and the gorgeous man sat next to her on the old-fashioned chaise-lounge she was on was only complimenting her look. Together, it seemed that they had just come from robbing a bank and were celebrating their success. Rox winked at us and we came over. Slowly, she unwound her long legs and stood up to greet us.

“Welcome, boys,” she said and gave Liam a kiss on the cheek while kissing Niall full on the mouth. Then it was my turn. She wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me hard and long, tracing her tongue over my lip. I almost groaned. It had been too long. The guy she was next to had stood up as well, now towering behind her with a mixture of an amused and intimidating look.

“So you're the boyband, I guess? I'm Rider, Rox's brother,” he said while he extended his hand for us to shake. My brows shot up in surprise. I didn't even know she had a brother, but now I could see the similarity in their faces. Niall started chatting with him while Rox took my hand and dragged me away without a word.

People tried to talk to her as we moved through the crowd, but she didn't acknowledge a single one of them. She dragged me up the stairs into the direction of her bedroom, and a slow grin was spreading across my face. Once we were in, she closed the door and locked it. I sat down on the bed, eyeing her expectantly.

“I missed you,” she said seductively while reaching behind her. She slowly undid the zipper to let the dress fall to the floor. I let out a low whistle while she strode over to the bed in her underwear, fishnet stockings held up by black straps, and those sexy heels of hers. She straddled my lap and rolled her hips against mine eagerly. Her gaze was rested on mine and she was smirking.

“You look fantastic tonight,” I said, trying to talk with her a bit before we got to it. I hadn't fully decided yet, but somehow, I wanted to deepen our relationship. Make it not all about the fucking. She dipped her head and kissed me, swirling her hot tongue against mine. I tried to get rid of my blazer, but she stopped my hands and shook her head.

“No fucking. Tonight's my party, Zayn, so you better be a proper guest and lick the shit out of me,” she said earnestly and all I could do was close my mouth and nod.

“My pleasure,” I growled while I leant back on the bed, hooking my hands under her bum and sliding her up my torso so that she was hovering above me head. I slipped her tiny panties away and let my tongue lick over her folds. Rox let out a low moan and arched her back while pressing her middle more into my face. Exactly where I wanted her.


Niall's POV:

I liked Rider. He was almost exactly like Rox, but with a dick, I guess. Liam and I were having a really good conversation with him, drinking champagne as we did. I'd rather have a pint, but I guess it was not fancy enough for a party like that. Zayn and Rox had disappeared almost immediately, and I was a bit jealous, to be honest. Sure, I knew how Rox was, and I didn't necessarily want only her, but somehow, she had gotten under my skin. I knew she was fragile, despite her tough exterior, and I slightly feared that her and Zayn would just go down the rabbit hole together.

“Excuse me, lads, I've just seen someone I'd like to fuck tonight,” Rider said looking over our shoulders and we chuckled while he went over to a gorgeous blonde.

“Oh my god, Niall, look who came!” Liam tugged on my shoulder, motioning towards our left.

“Oh, fuck no, he didn't...” I drawled when my sight fell upon Harry, linking arms with a beautiful Cara Delevigne.

“Come on,” Liam said and we walked over to the pair.

“Hey, lads!” Harry greeted us happily, clearly intoxicated. We hugged him and gave Cara a kiss on the cheek.

“Excuse us for a minute, love,” Liam said to her and dragged Harry away towards a quiet corner.

“What are you doing?” he almost barked at Harry once we were out of earshot. Harry freed his arm and shrugged his shoulders.

“Cara got an invitation and asked me to come with her,” he justified his presence.

“Does Rox know?” I asked, immediately concerned for drama happening. Zayn had hinted that he had overheard a very intense conversation between the two, so I was guessing things would get nasty.

“Nope,” he said, popping the P before taking a careless sip of his beverage. Liam rolled his eyes and I just sighed.

“You better not cause any drama, alright? Just stay away from her and Zayn,” Liam instructed him with a scolding tone. Harry shrugged his shoulders again and went back to his date. Dear god.


Roxana's POV:

After Zayn had finished me off, we snorted a line and went down again. I got caught up in conversation with a few of my 'friends' while Zayn disappeared. After some time, Rider showed up next to me.

“Excuse us,” he said to the group and dragged me away.

“What is it?” I asked, my brows crinkled.

“First of all, I like the blonde one. He's something,” he said and a slight smile appeared on my face.

“Second, Cara is here,” he informed me and my face fell. We had been best friends a while back, but then she began talking shit about me, so we kind of put the friendship on ice.

“Did you sent her an invitation?” I asked my brother with a furious voice. He nodded and I rolled my eyes and groaned.

“You need to sort things out,” he said and I snorted.

“Why?”

“Because. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Be the bigger person, Rox,” he said and I got angrier by the second.

“Since when are you such an upholder of moral standards? I will not talk to her,” I growled at him.

“Rox, please. I'm thinking about taking her on vacation with me, and I would love for you two to get along again. Remember the fun times we had together?” he said and I raised my eyebrows. Rider and Cara had gone out a few years back, and he was right, it was a good time. I stared him down for a couple of seconds before I sighed.

“Alright, I'll talk to her. Oh, and by the way, have you picked people for the numbers game?” I asked while we were walking back to the crowd. The numbers game was our special form of 'entertainment', passed down through the London elite for decades, and we were one of the three families who had the official permission to play it at our parties. Needless to say, it was very perverted.

“I'm on it. Ten or thirteen?” he asked and I looked around, carefully adding together people.

“Thirteen. Let me know when you're done with your 12, then I'll pick mine,” I said and he nodded before walking away.

I went over the our butler Marcus and he handed me the envelopes. I thanked him and began my way through the crowd, secretly handing them to 6 attractive women and 6 attractive men. Some of them knew what it was about, others looked surprised. I told them to open them alone and left with a mysterious wink.

“Hey guys,” I smiled at Niall, Zayn and Liam when I found them in a corner. I had 3 envelopes for men left. I gave them to Zayn and Niall and then turned to Liam.

“Are you in an exclusive relationship?” I asked and he nodded firmly.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” he answered and I sighed. I need to find the 6th man, and quick that is. My gaze wandered around the room and I spotted Cara. My heart dropped when I took a closer look. Not only did she wore the exact same dress as me, but her date was none other than Harry.

“You okay, love?” Zayn asked from behind me, his hand wrapped tightly around my elbow.

“Splendid,” I said with gritted teeth while I watched them laugh together from afar.

“He's her date,” Niall whispered into my ear, obviously catching on.

“Bitch,” I whispered and began moving. I was almost ready to go and talk to her, but not like that. Flo stepped into my way when I was almost there.

“You're not gonna do anything stupid, are you?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. I gave her a fake smile and held up the envelope.

“Just handing out the envelopes, Florence,” I said to my best friend and she rolled her eyes.

“Work on that smile, darling. It screams 'I secretly want to kill you',” she said while she stepped out of my way.

“Good,” I muttered and headed off.


Harry's POV:

I had spotted her the moment she came down again. Zayn waved at me when he joined the boys, but I kept my eye on her. Not long before she spotted us, and made her way over. Her expression screamed murder, and I swallowed hard.

“Cara, darling,” she cooed when she reached us and her and my date exchange greetings.

“It's been a while, ey?” Cara said, making a silly face. Rox eyed her sceptically, but nodded her head.

“Indeed. I like your dress,” she said with a hint of poison in her voice, and only then did I notice that they wore the same one. Oh god.

“Thanks, and I like yours,” Cara said back with a slight smile and the tension was venomous.

“Harry,” Rox turned to me and gave me a short peck on the cheek. I felt her hand in my jacket, and some paper rustling.

“Read it somewhere quiet,” she whispered into my ear without Cara noticing before she excused herself and left.

“Ugh, that was awkward. How are things between you and her?” Cara asked and I saw a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“You know about us?” I asked, my voice slightly higher. She nodded and winked.

“Course I know. Why did you think I brought you here? Wanted to piss her off,” she said while sipping on her champagne. I got slightly angry.

“So, I'm basically just a toy to you?”

“Naw, you're cute as well,” she replied and I snapped my elbow away from her grip.

“Excuse me,” I said and stormed off. Finding a quiet corner in the hallway, I opened the envelope Rox gave me.

The letter:


I read the words inside and my mind started going really fast. Basically, this game was designed to have sex with a random person. With or without knowing who it was. Well... there was a slight change I would draw Roxana, so I guess I was all in.


Rider's POV:

Rox and I were waiting in the library for the 12 young men and 12 women we have selected. Our masks were firmly fixed on our face, but everyone would know who we are.

One by one, the room filled, and when the clock stroke 2 AM, I stepped forward and raised my voice.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for accepting the invitation. I have here the hat with the numbers. Gentlemen, please step forward and draw a number. Our personnel will then lead you to your assigned room,” I began and waved the hat around. I felt like a circus master ready to announce the lions, and I saw some sly grins among the crowd.

“Please remember that you are not allowed to talk about this game outside of this very room. If you do, we will find out. And you will be removed from every social gathering. I would take it serious if I were you,” I threatened, my voice husky. I then smiled wickedly and held the hat out in front of me.

“Let the game begin,” I said and watched as one by one, the men stepped forward, drawing numbers. When they were all gone, the women did the same, leaving the room until only Rox and I were left. She stepped to me and draw the last number in the hat.

“Thirteen,” she mused. It was her favourite number. We shared a look before we took off. My room always had number one, I didn't even draw anymore. Wouldn't want to get mixed together with my sister, did I? I opened to door to the dimly lit room to gasp in shock. For a moment, I thought Rox was there on the bed, waiting for me, but then she took her mask off and I saw that it was Cara, in fact.

“Hello, Rider,” she said seductively while I locked the door and took my mask off as well. Perfect.


Roxana's POV:

I took a deep breath while I opened the door marked by a red '13'. The room was very dark, candles adding a romantic atmosphere to the blatant perversion I was about to commit. He was on the bed waiting for me. Expensive vintage suit, hair gelled back to match the era. I stepped closer until I was sat in his lap. I knew immediately who it was. But that didn't stop me.

Leaning down, I captured his lips with mine, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. Through my panties, I could feel his hard bulge, and I rocked against it eagerly. I knew it was probably more than wrong to do this, but it was all a game.

He groaned while I kissed him, paralysed for a few seconds before his hands began roaming around my bum and back and he stood up quickly, throwing me on the back and taking off his mask. He knew it was me, too.

“I thought you weren't interested?” I cooed, my eyes locked on his while I took off the mask as well.

“I couldn't resist. Now shut up and let me fuck you properly,” he growled and lunged at me, pressing me tightly against the sheets while his teeth were violating my tender skin. I moaned and arched against his touch. And fuck me I would let him. Happily so.

Notes

sooo... it's really long for my standards, I hope you liked that ;)
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