"She met him in her darkest state, he later became her entire world. Little did she know that her father who's now one of the biggest mafia leaders sent him to watch her, but she later on fell for him. Hard. Will their love last? Will it continue? O...
"Damn," I keep saying to myself as I'm driving to the after-party, yes I've seen pictures of her- old ones though- but god does she look better than the pictures. Her father had one condition that I agreed to which is to not talk to her. He could quite literally kill me if I do or even tried to and I didn't think that was hard until I saw her.
She's just very...tempting like extremely tempting. Let's just hope this week goes without me dying.
Pulling up in the valet parking lot of the club, the after-party is being held. I remain seated waiting for her to show up. A few minutes pass by as I now see her walking out of a black SUV.
"Oh fuck," I whisper while chuckling with my eyes wide.
She directly gets swarmed by fans and paparazzi snapping pictures, she stops to talk to a few people and take pictures with them as she always does, then she goes to pose for the paparazzi.
She's hot.
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I get out of my car after she walks in the club strolling a few inches behind her, she turns left to head to the restroom, I hear loud bass and led lights invading my eyes. I go up to the bar and order a scotch, I take my drink and stride over to the back where the couches are, I sit on one. My eyes wandered around the room trying to spot her.
I look over my shoulder to the other bar seeing her talk with the bartender, ordering. She then turns her back to the bar as she's talking with someone I see the bartender put something in her drink.
He's fucking spiking her drink.
I quickly get up and march my way up to her, she rotates her head to look at me, holding her drink but still not drinking from it.
"Hey." I start, nervously glancing at her drink every once in a while.
"Hi, you're that guy who was right up front yeah?" she asks,
"Yeah," I say, chuckling. I take her drink as she looks up at me with her brows furrowed probably confused.
"I want you to try something else" I explain, coming up with a shitty excuse. I just don't want to keep her on edge all night if I tell her that the fucking bartender wanted to drug her, so I'll just tell her when I get that asshole fired. I look at the fucker clenching my jaw "Just a raspberry vodka," I say.
"A raspberry vodka, huh?" She looks at me amused.
"I think you'd like it," I keep my eyes on her drink just to make sure. He hands me the vodka, I take it as I pull her away from the bar. We go over to the back where the couches are. I sit down in my original seat while she sits next to me.
"Here try it," I give her her drink. She grasps it from me, taking a sip.
"You know, I never really knew raspberry vodka was a thing." She goes on. After we finish our drinks and our small talk, she stands up and holds her hand out to me.
"Come on dance with me, please?" She screams over the loud music so that I can hear. I look at her hesitantly before I take her hand as she doesn't waste a second yanking me over to where all the people are dancing, eh more like drunkenly grinding on each other.
After what seems like 5 minutes of us just dancing and drinking, she looks at me with dark and drunk eyes, she's thinking of something and by the looks of it, it doesn't sound good. She starts to tug my blazer.
"Where are we going?" I ask, loud enough for her to hear. But she doesn't answer, I look around trying to figure out where she's taking me, then I realize that that's where the restrooms are. Oh shit.
She opens the lady's bathroom door as she quickly jerks me to one of the stalls, luckily for me the bathroom is empty. She locks the door with my back being pressed to it.
"What are you doing?" I whisper,
"I have no idea," She answers with the same hushed tone even though there's no one outside. I take a step forward holding her hips and turning us around so that she's the one being pressed to the door.
"But I do know I want to kiss you" My heart skyrockets, this is bad. Like really bad.
"Can I?" She asks while her hands go to wrap around my neck. I lean my head in her breath smelling like the raspberry vodka she'd been drinking all night. I run my hand through my hair.
"Baby, you're drunk," I mumble wanting to kiss her but also having to face the consequences if I do.
"I'm tipsy, not drunk." She states, as now I have no way of getting out of this without hurting her feelings.
"Can I please kiss you?" She still asks not giving up, "I don't want to you feel like your pressured into saying yes though I want to kiss only if you want to too." She starts explaining.
It only takes that for me to lose it all. Pushing my head in with hers our lips meet, she goes to my bottom lip as I go to her top one.
Shit. Andrea.
After 30 seconds of us just kissing and tounges clashing I pull back, leaving her confused. Breathing heavingly I shake my head and unlock the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" She asks breathlessly, I know she has a hundred questions on her mind right now, but so do I.
"I need to get something from my car" I quickly say, walking out of the bathroom and heading to the front door.
stepping out of the club I go over to my car parked in the back, I unlock the door and hop in opening the console looking for my inhaler. I finally find it after struggling to hold it due to my shaky hands, inhaling 2 pumps of the medicated air I put the cap back on, placing the inhaler where it was.
I reach over and pull out a cigarette lighting it and saunter my way to the stairs that lead to the back entrance of the club. I sit down on the first step, I can't leave until she leaves because my job is to watch her after all.
I start inhaling the smoke, I know I shouldn't be smoking since I have asthma but I'm trying to quit step by step, just not today though.
"Cigarette break?" I hear a soft female voice behind me, turning my head I see Natalia standing there.
"Uh yeah," I nod. She comes and plops next to me on the stairs, she looks at me then reaches over to grab the cigarette from the corner of my mouth, inhaling some herself.
Why does she have to be so fucking hot, I only came up to her because was going to get drugged by a fucking bartender, I mean who knows what he could've done to her.
