Leonardo DiCaprio Short Stories

We Knew Each Other I

A/N: This story contains multiple parts, and it's not finished yet. The later chapters contain a brief mention of SA. 

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Everyone seemed to know who I was, except me. My father had just passed, leaving me his company. He was one of the top energy producers in New York City, and I had just moved here to assume his seat as CEO. His second-hand man, Charlie, has been such a great help to me. Charlie has been best friends with my father for over 40 years, and he has always been family to me.

I didn't do much when it came to managing the company, but I had the title and the money to prove it. I had bought a modest penthouse in the city, and a brand-new black Corvette to match my status.

Tonight was just another average night. I slipped into my slim, black, silk dress and black heels and put on red lipstick before looking at myself in the mirror. My curled hair laid perfectly across my shoulders, and I looked hotter than ever.

I drove to the hottest club in New York and ordered a glass of the best scotch they had. I sat down in a seat at the bar, ignoring my surroundings and drinking my scotch. I knew that everyone had noticed me, but I couldn't care less. They usually left me alone, but occasionally, some guy would have the balls to talk to me.

"Hey." I heard a voice speak behind me. I continued to stare into my glass and ignore the man, him soon taking a seat next to me. "(y/n) (l/n), right?"

"Correct," I spoke as I took another sip of my drink.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, me still refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Sure. I'll have whatever you are having."

"Can I get two dry, vodka martinis with an orange twist?" He told the bartender before turning back to face me, me finally looking up at him for the first time since our whole interaction.

"It's rare to find someone who knows how to order a martini." I smiled at the man when I realized how attractive he was. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint it.

"And it's rare to find someone so beautiful." He smirked as he licked his upper lip, making my heart flutter.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you? You look so familiar."

"Not yet, but you've probably seen me around before. I'm Leo." He stuck out his hand and I shook it with a smile on my face.

"Leo? Okay, wait. Let me try to remember." I laughed, genuinely trying to figure out who he was.

"Do you want me to tell you my full name?"

"Would it be rude if I said yes?"

"No, not at all." He chuckled, both of us taking a sip of our martinis the moment they arrived. "Leonardo DiCaprio."

"Holy shit. You're that movie guy." It all made sense when the pieces connected in my head. I could see him on the screen, playing a multitude of characters.

"Yeah, I'm that movie guy."

"I'm sorry, I know that you're more than just an actor. And I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you."

"Don't apologize, it is kind of nice for someone to not know who I am, even if it was just for a minute. I'm sure you feel the same way, right?"

"Exactly. Everyone knows my name, what car I drive, where I live, who my family is, and practically everything about me. It's exhausting to find someone who just wants to be with me for me and not my status."

"You're preaching to the choir, (y/n). I haven't had a serious girlfriend in almost a year. The last girl I was with broke up with me after 2 years because she couldn't handle the pressure of me becoming more famous."