Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month August
North Dakota
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When I was brought up to the fourth floor, Celia wasn’t anything like I expected her to be. She was French, like Jared, but she had a Brazilian sun tint to her skin and her hair was long and brown. She was absolutely beautiful, and I thought that her and Jared were a perfect match. I especially thought that when she started to talk to me.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’m meeting you and you’ve been here for almost a month!” she exclaimed, and I smiled, “and look at your structure! Darling, you are magnificent! No wonder Louis wanted to pick you up from your home street.”

“Louis… knew where I lived?” I asked and she nodded her head as she used measuring tape to measure my body size and my waist size. “I never knew that.”

“All of my husband’s men knew where you lived. Before Jared’s men pick up a woman, they watch her for a while to make sure she’s suitable. They were watching you for a good two weeks before they ever tried to pick you up,” she explained to me and I sighed. “Do you miss your family, Parson?”

I shook my head before saying a blunt, “No.”

“They didn’t love you?” she asked and I bit my tongue, afraid of cussing out and telling her how much I really hated my parents, but I bit down harder on my tongue.

“No,” I repeated, and that’s all I chose to say about it.

“Did you have a boyfriend?” she asked me, smiling widely and I began to laugh.

“Why… would you even ask that?” I asked, laughing again as she pulled me to her bed, setting me down and pulling out her makeup bag.

“Because, Parson, you are a beautiful woman. Anyone would’ve been lucky to be your significant other,” she told me and I laughed once again.

“Obviously you don’t know who I am,” I muttered and she ran a brush with pink blush on it over my cheekbones, accenting what wasn’t there without makeup. It was silent after that, and all I did was wait for her to get through putting my makeup on.

“Perfecto,” she whispered before handing me a hand mirror and walking over to her giant walk-in closet. A walk-in closet. I looked at what she put on me, and I gasped at my reflection, making her giggle. I didn’t even know who I was when I looked in that mirror, that’s how different I looked. From what it felt like, she had cached makeup on my face, but all she did was put peach colored eyeshadow on me, eyeliner and mascara, blush, and clear lip gloss. Even though it wasn’t even that much makeup, I looked utterly different and I felt like a different person while looking into that mirror. She had also done something different with my hair. It was still curled, and I don’t know how she didn’t do it without an iron, but the curls were bigger and more soft, and I loved it.

“Holy shit,” I muttered as I looked into the full body mirror against her closet door. She had handed me a black dress, and I put it on. The train was long, and for some reason, every dress that has been obliged to me has had lace on it. Although, this was a pretty lace. It was a different pattern, and I actually enjoyed it. It had lace sleeves without an undercloth, and the lace on the neck went to my collarbones, but the undercloth landed just above my breasts. The dress was breathtaking, and from Celia’s makeup job, I looked the best I have ever looked in my entire life. In fact, because she made me look like this, I wasn’t afraid to go to the party anymore. I was excited.

“You are ready,” she told me, guiding me towards the door of her bedroom, “Listen, Parson. I want you to be careful tonight. My husband, he tends to bring hungry men into the house, and I have made you look like prey. So just be careful.”

I hesitated but I said, “Thank you, for this. It’s given me a nice experience.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, “Good luck.” then she closed the door behind me when I walked out of her room and I was shocked to see Louis standing by the stairs I had to be led down and I smiled at him before meeting with the space in front of him.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter, and I took it as a compliment, “Parson. You look… you look… beautiful. You don’t even look like yourself.”

“I know,” I muttered, blushing, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Lou.” He clenched his jaw at my use of the nickname that I gave him and I giggled, holding out my arm and gesturing for him to lead me down the stairs.

As we walked further and further down the stairs, the more I heard music playing on the first floor. When we reached the first floor, I was tired of walking and I stood by the beverage table, Louis standing close behind me, scanning the area for God knows who. The atmosphere was very cozy, but at the same time, it was very tense and I didn’t like that. Tables were at every other side of the wall, and each table held a different type of food, drink, party favor, etc. There were gold and scarlet lights shimmering down on the hundreds of people standing underneath the chandelier of the main corridor and I sighed, now feeling the anxiety of being down at this party.

Moments later, I spotted Keko and from what looked like, her husband. She was wearing a long pink gown with an orange, dead fox wrapped firmly around her neck. Her long black hair was shimmering violet as the red lights bounced on it. She was a beautiful woman, I admit, but that didn’t make me not like her any less. I spotted Jared after a few minutes, and he was wearing a silver suit, his hair wild instead of pressed back and his smile visible under the gold rays shining on him. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to meet his brother tonight, but I’m sure that I will meet him sooner or later. The only problem that I noticed out of the hundreds of people on the floor, was that one of them wasn’t here―the only one that I expected to be here before anyone else. Maybe I thought he wanted to see me a little more than he thought about wanting to see me.

“I’m still here,” I heard Louis’ voice beside me and I realized that he had walked away for a few minutes, “I found out that you are not going to meet Jared’s brother tonight.” Figured. “Is that okay? That you don’t meet him tonight?”

I tightly furrowed my brows, “I could go without meeting anyone here tonight, Louis.”

“Oh, I see,” he said before straightening up and standing behind me.

Keko Mason walked right up to me, her bright red lipstick shooting a pain though my head. “Miss Parson Upton,” when she spoke, her Russian accent was harsh and I cleared my throat, “I want to talk with you. I noticed your beauty and I think that you could do great in my household.”

I repeated what Jared said to Harry at the auction, “I am not for sale.” The tips of Louis’ fingers grazed the back of my arm and I shuddered out a breath, “If you will excuse me, I think that Jared might need to see me.” I just lied to a dangerous woman slave owner. I have lost it completely.

“That was good,” Louis grated, “Now just lie to fucker Styles over here.” My eyes pathetically searched the room for the long-haired man I had once came encountered with. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you be. I’m sure you’ll want to ogle alone.”

I didn’t even want to know what Louis was talking about, for all I saw was red lights until the curly haired, green-eyed man stepped underneath the one in front of me. My heart dropped and my sin status raised up to one million and one―for this man is even more gorgeous than I remembered.

“Parson Upton,” he muttered, his raspy and chilling voice making my body grow numb, “You don’t seem to stop growing beautiful. You look… lovely tonight,” he said to me, grabbing onto my hand and making me gasp, “Very lively and… innocent.” he chuckled before placing a lingering kiss onto the top of my hand.

I couldn’t even find the right words to say, and he smiled devilishly at me, making me gulp down what was left of my soul. He grabbed my hand again and put his other hand on the small of my back, leading me to a table covered in limited alcohol. “Hooch and brewski?” he offered, holding up two bottles and I shook my head, licking my lips and ridding of the lip gloss that was once covering them.

“I prefer red wine,” I told him and his eyes lit up with lust. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him that.

“A woman with a lavish taste in alcohol… relevant and inviting,” he whispered and I felt my palms getting sweatier by the second, wanting nothing but to put my hands on his chest and tell him to leave me alone. I didn’t deserve this kind of pity and disgust in myself. “Anything else you would like to drink, love?” The way he called me love drove me more up to the sky than it ever did when Louis called me love, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when Harry held out a red wine bottle and two champagne glasses.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” I stuttered and he laughed, slightly tilting his head to hide his grin.

“Nonsense, my love,” he whispered onto the skin on my collarbone, making me realize that he had moved closer to me in order to kiss my skin. When I moved away, he said, “Your skin smells of sweet honey and magnolias. Delicious.” My mouth became dry and he grabbed my arm with his free hand and led me to a lounge couch in the corner of the room, surrounded by only red lights. “My name is Harry, love, as if you didn’t already know.”

“Oh,” I started, “I know what your name is.”

My body is incapable of holding in this kind of lust, and I couldn’t stop from licking my lips every single time that I looked at him. Things just kept on getting heavier on my chest by the minute. I couldn’t handle anymore of it.

Harry turned to the side of the couch behind him and grabbed the glasses, setting them on the table and pouring red wine into them. “Something I made in my cellar,” he said before pulling a flask out of his suit pocket and pouring both of them into the glasses. It seemed as if he only poured it into one, but I ignored the thoughts and focused on the feelings. “A toast, to my new partner.”

I furrowed my brows and smiled before drinking half of the wine in the glass, honestly needing every sip that I took. My mouth was exhaustingly parched, and I drank the rest of the wine. “Gracious,” he muttered, refilling my glass. When I downed that whole glass, he smiled and went to refill it again, but I shook my head and covered my mouth, setting my glass on the table beside the couch.

I opened and closed my eyes a few times, feeling dizzy and unstable. Harry was talking to me, but I couldn’t hear anything that he was saying. Was the music too loud? No… the music was barely even audible. I hugged myself in attempt to contain myself in a single position, and Harry’s grin made me realize what the hell was going on.

I stood to my feet and he frowned. “You fucking drugged me!” I yelled at him, but most of it came out in a slur. “How d-dare you!”

“You couldn’t have expected better from a hungry man,” he said, taking a sip of his wine.

I let out a disgruntled scream to myself and without thinking, I grabbed Harry’s wine from his hand and tossed it forward, spilling it all over his white, flower suit. His eyes widened with rage, and he stood up from where he was sitting. He was fucking tall, and it made my head even more heavy than it was, but I firmly grasped the glass that was still in my hand and hit it roughly against his head, the glass shattering and pieces of it dropping to the floor.

All of a sudden, Harry reached forward and quickly wrapped his large hand around my neck, pulling me towards him as pieces of glass fell from his hair, “You little bitch.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I slurred, my vision getting more blurred by the second.

“You need to fucking leave, right now,” I heard what sounded like Louis behind Harry, and Harry dropped me and let me fall to the floor, parts of the glass stabbing my hands as I tried to catch myself.

“Or what, Tomlinson?” Harry snapped at Louis, and Louis pulled out his gun from his pocket but Jared let out a blood curdling yell that broke the eardrums in my ear and all I heard was buzzing. I was getting weaker, and I didn’t know what else to do. I saw Jared storm up to Harry and start shoving him forward, hopefully demanding him to leave and never come back.

That’s exactly what I was hoping for until I fell to the floor and blacked out.

Notes

Sorry it took so long to update. I've been having problems with my phone. I hope you enjoyed the update, and I apologize again for the long wait.

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The next chapter is in Louis' point of view... so I hope you like it.


Kal xx