You can do no wrong in my eyes. [Goldberg x Montrose]

Beginning

"What you got?"
I ask my scholar student Nadia Farran. In my small class of excellent students she is by far the most impressive of the bunch.

I look down at the vaguely familiar book and so does she.

"Oh um—" she pauses for a second in hesitation like she almost doesn't know if she should tell me.
"Rhys Montrose" she says, finishing her sentence with a 'what could go wrong ' kind of attitude.

I shake my head in response almost listening.
"What? Is he not a thing in America?"
I shake my head again almost clueless, trying to figure out where I've seen this book before.

"Well," she continues, "everyone here wants him to run for mayor of London"

"Hmm"

Mayor of London.

Before I could finish my train of thought she unexpectedly hands the book over to me.
"Read it! You'll probably like it" she smiles at me then hurries off.

I swear to my self I've seen this book before.
'A good man in a cruel world' By Rhys Montrose
Rhys Montrose

Rhys Montrose

Rhys

Montrose

Hmm interesting name.

I'm dragged out to the sundry house owned by none other than Adam Pratt. If you're wondering how I got here, I was dragged here by Malcom as some sort of reward for rescuing his girlfriend from robbers; but if you ask me this is just another punishment.

Inside, Malcom dragged me around meeting all of the other insufferable friends he has, even though I already know everything about them.

Hours and hours have past after I was forced to drink. Drunk or not, I'm not have a good time.

I was sitting alone in a little chair in the corner like an abandoned kid at an adult gathering. But then I hear someone sit to the chair next to me. With my vision a bit blurred I lugged my head around to my right.

I see a man who looks too sophisticated to be at a party like this. He turns my way and his eyes meet mine. They're something I've never see before, enchanting, like I'm being pulled into them.

"You alright there mate?" He asks. "Malcom told me to find you."

I look at him dazed, still enchanted by his deep eyes. His golden hair is lazily slicked back while his face looks as if it was chiseled by the finest artists in London. His mouth curls into a mysteriously sly and genuine smile while his eyebrows are raised charmingly.

He looks away for a moment almost blushing and it's in that moment I realize how much I was staring.

"Well, I'm Rhys. Rhys Montrose" he states with a stifled giggle. In those words it hits me. The real Rhys Montrose is sitting across and talking to ME.

"Jonathan- Moore..." I mutter

"Ah. So you're the new comer?" He observed.

His glass tilts up in his hand and his sly smirk doesn't go away. It's almost like he's toying with me. He switches his half empty glass to his other hand to shake mine.

As he stretches he hand over to me I realize how uncomfortable his position looks. So, I shake his hand in haste to relieve him of any pain.

Looking down at my lap in embarrassment I sigh because all I'm being is a nervous wreck.

"Aren't they all just the same?" He inquires at me with a nod. I don't look away from him as I nod back.

"They're dancing while the world burns." He grumbles.

"But why would they care? Their weather is just right" he shrugs. This is the first real conversation I've had all night. But drunk and starstruck, I mumble something not even related to the topic.

"Good book"

Realizing how stupid that was I followed it up with-
"I- read your book."

I said this when he was halfway through drinking so he chuckled with the glass tilted up as he was swallowing, almost choking.

"Did you now?" He acknowledged.

His tone pierced through me.

I actually don't hate him, I think as I look over at him. He stares back with his eyes gleaming.

We talked and talked about our childhoods and the rich for what seemed like hours, before he suddenly said, "well I have a flight to catch in the morning for my campaign.-"

"Well you got my vote." I noted.

He turned to me with an amused smile.

Looking up at him I still can't process it's real.

"I'll see you around Jonathan." He grins with a glint in his eye that remind me a bit of myself.