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— warning! unwanted touching
There she was, sitting at the bar table. Drinking. A martini to be exact. Her painted red lips staining the glass as she sipped the alcoholic drink, she was minding her business. Enjoying her lonely evening. Alone. She liked the lone feeling, not the type to indulge herself in other people; it wasn’t her priority. She’s a respectable business person, a CEO to be exact. She took over her father who she deeply loves, her mother? Nonexistent. A nobody to the world. Correction, her world, an empire she's built for herself and herself only.
The sound of clattering knives and forks against plates and the classy dining room chatter filled the room as the classical piano music played elegantly. The busy London roads filled with cars driving past as men clear the entrance to the hotel due to the snow. The other people on the bar table had their own lives, lives that Kumiko did not care about to say the least.
On one side there was a lady, blonde hair and blue eyes—she looked nervous like she was waiting for someone, a date probably.
On the other far side was a man, brown hair and brown eyes, looked charming to the eye but the human eye can not see the personality of this man—looked wealthy but very prideful.
Lastly, three seats down from her sat a man, a businessman to be specific, his black mid-length hair loosely tied up into a bun—drinking whiskey. Something Kumiko would call: a drink men drink to either assert dominance or are just sad and depressed with their life. Basically her least favoured drink. She watched his lips intake the goldish-brown liquid, noticing the subtle scar on his face and then quickly focused her attention on her phone just scrolling through her twitter feed.
Why was she at this bar tonight? Well she’s currently at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, London, she was here for a business meeting but it got cancelled which meant she has to stay back for one day more. She was tired and just wanted to go back to Japan but business is always important to her. She looked really elegant in the bar ambience. Her short dress was covered in diamonds, had a risque slit down her thighs, a low cowl neck revealing her cleavage, a diamond choker and the dress was backless, she paired it with plain Valentino black heels.
She was the woman you notice first in the room, stunning was an understatement to describe her. Her hair, as of now was a dyed ash blonde which matched perfectly with her radiant brown skin tone, her honey brown eyes were always something admirable and she always made sure to be clean and smelt nice. She was about to take another sip of her drink until she felt cold fingers tap against her shoulders, she looked up in confusion and then went to a straight face as she saw the man who approached her, who was in fact the man who looked arrogant. He raked his brown hair out of his face and opened his mouth.
First mistake.
“Hey you look really gorgeous, let me take care of you by buying you another drink." The man said, his London accent was quite rich and had a hint of confidence in it. She stayed silent, “My name is Anthony, you?” He added, she scoffed and sipped her drink.
