What's a Heart to a Soul

2.3 Let's Have a Ball

I had watched Carter's gold medal performance at least a hundred times now on YouTube. It was captivating the way her skin glistened with sweat, the way her muscles flexed, and the way her eyes, her electric eyes, were drawn in concentration. Her tight gymnast uniform left little to imagination but that didn't stop my mind from trying against my better judgment. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Carter fucking Castillo since I left her sitting at the bar two weeks ago and it was driving me insane! I mean her contagious smile, addicting laugh, the undeniable resemblance of her electric eyes to that of the ones I'd seen in my dreams.

The dreams, god, the dreams.

They had only intensified and it was now an every night occurrence. It had gotten so bad that I had started trying to just stay up all night but that had only lasted a couple days before I had started unwillingly falling asleep by lunch time. Benny had cornered me and when I had explained the situation, barring Carter's involvement, I could tell he thought I was losing it slightly. He was still courteous about the whole thing regardless. He had sent me home with a driver under strict instructions to go right to bed. The highly anticipated charity ball was tonight though, so I would hopefully be able to finally see her again. I would also be subjected to a neverending list of celebrities, CEO's and rich lineage assholes, but I guess you win some you lose some.

The jury was still out on whether or not I expected seeing her to overall help or hurt my whole sleeping issue but I honestly didn't care. There was something about her that was absolutely intoxicating and I was an addict ready to risk it all to get my fix. It shocked me to my core that I had become so obsessed with someone so quickly given my disinterest in literally anyone else my entire life. I had of course had a couple innocent crushes, mostly of the celebrity kind, but even now that celebrities were attainable I found myself making excuses and finding imperfections to focus on. I mean it's gotten to a point where I talk myself out of a crush before you could even consider it one. My normal train of thought had clearly derailed the minute Carter had approached me at the bar though because I was convinced I'd let her take me to bed without question if she asked.

My hair and makeup had already been done and my blue gown was flowing freely as I stepped out of the backseat of the limo. The cameras started flashing, the vultures descending upon me in an instant. The frenzy seemed to grow even more frantic as Benny stepped out after me, a number of questions being spewed at us.

"Are the rumors true?" One guy yelled.

Another spoke over him, "Are you dating your manager?"

"How does dating affect your professional relationship?" An especially ballsy man questioned.

I rolled my eyes but somehow managed to keep my cool as we walked right past them. We walked up to the main entrance, a man on the left and a woman on the right, both wearing perm pressed black suits. Once inside I let out a breath as we walked into the main room where everything was getting set up. The stage was decorated with gold balloons and silver streamers hanging for the backdrop. The food tables were already set up, the numerous tins lining it's full length.

"It looks amazing in here!" Benny exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he looked around in awe.

I smiled over at him, "It really does, thank you so much for all of your help. I truly could not have pulled this off without you."

"Oh trust me I know." He teased, causing me to cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes.

Guests started arriving shortly after everything was finished being set up and I was already running out of energy by the twenty somethingth fake excitement induced greeting. I spotted her as soon as she turned into the entryway and she took my breath away. She looked like the epitome of a Greek goddess. Her hair styled up with short small waves escaping as they had at the last event. She wore a black custom suit, the white dress shirt with two buttons undone leaving her cleavage on full display. I reminded myself that it was rather creepy to be staring at her chest and looked up, her electric charged gaze making my knees go weak. She approached me with a confident grin, her perfect rows of pearly whites on full display.