The Billionaire's Brat

~one~

The city was alive. It was New York Fashion Week. Gorgeous people were dressed in the flashiest threads. The weather was still warm, and the rain had cleared. The music was thumping, the line was forming, the skinny women posing in line. Inside, the boss leaned over the second-floor balcony to motion at the bouncer. The door opened, releasing the volume of the music into the night.

Mia stood in line with her friends Elio, Sebastian, and Hunter. She wore her white sequined mini dress with her knockoff Louboutins. The three men encircled her, blocking anyone's view of her. Usually, Mia would be annoyed by the men's alpha show; however, during Fashion Week, she appreciated it.

Mia was a gorgeous girl. Ruby-red hair down to her waist, emerald green eyes, cute button nose with a perfect angel pout. Mia also worked hard to keep her curves curvy and her waist tiny. During the day, Mia is the complete opposite. Overalls with some 80's band tee with the sleeves cut off, her hair braided up into boxer braids, and grease smeared somewhere on her body.

Mia inherited the auto shop from her uncle. She grew up in that shop with her dad and uncle. They taught her all she knew about how to break down a car and completely rebuild it entirely. Mia knew more about cars than most men who worked for her, including the three who surrounded her now. Once they reached the front line, showed their IDs, and ushered inside, Mia snuck away from the men towards the bar.

The three men got a table nearby and were immediately flocked by women. Elio was tall, dark, and handsome, or so he liked to claim. Mediterranean descent with dark features and a wicked smile. Sebastian looks like a prince but swears like a sailor. Fair skin, slight freckles, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. Hunter took his name a little too seriously. Tattoos covered 70% of his body. His face and hands were the only bits not tattooed, at least the visible parts. His bald head and beard also aided in making him look scary.

The boss stood on the second-floor balcony in the dark, overlooking the front door. His eyes tracked the redhead through the bar. He watched as she left the bar with four beers and approached three men. His eyebrow quirked. Men? There is one reason a perfect woman is with men like that: protection. He was intrigued. The boss motioned for one of the men standing by the doorway leading downstairs.

"Boss," the man said, standing just behind him. "That redhead. Ask her to come up. And without the men." The boss turned slightly and glared at the man. The man turned and left. The boss watched his man walk up to the woman; she turned towards him and leaned closer to hear. One of her bodyguards pushed the man's shoulder, and another guard circled her other side. The boss watched as his man threw up his hands and walked away. "Boss, she said no. I insisted, but those men were itching for a fight," the man said. The boss nodded. Good, he thought, I like the hunt.

"What the hell, Bash? An invite upstairs! Why are you cock blocking!" Mia yelled over the music, her hands on her hips. Hunter rolled his eyes, "When you gonna learn, M. Whoever is up there just wants to lick your kitty." Mia glared at Hunter. "Oh! Because you haven't tried? And stop calling me 'M'! My name has three letters!" Elio snickered and remained leaning against the wall. Mia rolled her eyes again. "I would like to get laid tonight. So can you three find some poor underfed models and leave me to it?" She flicked her hair over her shoulder and disappeared into the dancefloor.

The boss descended the stairs towards the main floor. He watches the redhead yell at her guards before entering the sea of sweaty, gyrating bodies. He weaved through the crowd before finding her. He watched her swaying to the music without a care in the world. He felt his pants start to tighten as his eyes roamed her tiny body. He smirked and walked up behind her.

Mia felt the energy in the room change; the music blended to the next song, and the bass thrummed through her body. She smelt the most intoxicating aroma, and goosebumps rose across her body. A hand touched her waist above her hip, and a velvety smooth voice spoke in her ear. "Mind if I join you?"