Stop at nothing

The first meeting (Sasha)

"Shot! Shot! Shot!"

Yelling. My ears are buzzing and all I can hear is yelling while I down the tequila shot and feel the alcohol burn my throat. The moment I am done I feel arms around me, and somebody is screaming in my ear. It's Lara Bianchi, my best friend who made me come to this party. She is obsessed with one of the guys that organized it so of course she had to drag me here as moral support.

To be honest, I have no idea how I ended up drinking shots when I said that I would be in and out in 20 minutes. Somehow Lara managed to convince me to stay longer, and then I had a drink in my hand and now here I am at the open bar, taking shots while the music blasts so loud that I can't hear myself think.

I have no idea how much time has passed since we got here but it has certainly been longer than 20 minutes and at this point, I have enough alcohol in my blood that I am actually having fun.

I no longer feel Lara's hands around me so I turn around to tell her that we should get going but where she stood just a moment ago is now an (extremely) tall guy that is talking to the bartender.

I can't see his face, but I glimpse a strong jawline and stubble.

I don't even notice that I am ogling him until he turns to me and looks me up and down. While he does that I don't miss the opportunity to do the same.

He is very tall, at least 6.4 but is probably taller than even that, with broad shoulders. His hair is chocolate brown and reaches his ears. His eyes, which are still taking me in, are so dark that they seem black, and they promise trouble.

If I had to compare him to somebody it would probably be a Greek God... you know like the chiselled statues that you can see in museums.

He is wearing jeans and a simple black T-shirt and still fucking looks like a supermodel. I have a sudden urge to see what's hiding under the shirt. I don't think I would be disappointed.

I have no idea if only seconds have passed or minutes but after what feels like forever our eyes meet, and I have to crane my neck to look at him well.

He is sporting an arrogant smirk on his face, and I want to kiss it off of it.

"All alone?" he says in a velvet-like voice, and I want to melt right there and then.

"No, I'm with a friend but I seem to have lost her somewhere..." my voice does not come out strained and I mentally tap myself on the back for it.

"Lucky for me then" his smirk intensifies, and he looks me up and down again. "I'm Theo and you are..." he trails off and waits for the answer while I gape at him for his previous remark.

Then I match his smirk and say "Alexandra, but everyone calls me Sasha."

"Good things I'm not everyone Alexandra... Russian, is it?" chills run down my spine at the way he says my name, but I don't show it. I'm not letting some stranger I just met at a random party, think he influences me this much.

"Yes, I just moved here from Russia to continue my studies and then my friend dragged me to this party because she is obsessed with some guy"

"Obsessed, now, is she? Well, he must be a catch when we are talking about being obsessed..." he says, and I can see mischief dancing in his eyes. "And you Alexandra? Are you obsessed with someone"

He says my name like he has nothing else to do in his life other than call me Alexandra.

"It takes a lot more than a pretty face to make me obsessed, Theo..." I drag out his name and then look at him pointedly. "And you, are you obsessed with someone?"

He smiles (he has fucking dimples!) for the first time since we started talking and says "starting to..."

Jesus Christ, he knows what he is doing. It's been a while since I had a worthy flirting partner and I think I just found one.

I'm about to say something when a drink is set before, a mojito, the drink I was drinking before the shots, and just when I'm about to tell the bartender that I didn't ask for it, Theo says "Did I guess it correctly? I thought I saw you drinking it earlier, but I wasn't sure."

"Were you watching me before, Mr stalker?" I say with a sly smile and SWEAR I see a little blush creep on his cheeks.

But then he shrugs and easily says "I enjoy looking at beautiful things... and you are surely that"

"You are enjoying yourself." It's not a question.

"Yes, but WE could be enjoying ourselves much more if you are up for it." He raises one eyebrow and offers me his hand.

Oh, what the hell. You only live once.

I take his hand and we head up the stairs.

He does not stop to check random doors and seems to know exactly where we are going. And then it dawns on me

"Oh my God! Please tell me you are not Matteo Vitellio..." he does not answer my question, just turns around and smirks.

This is not a good idea. This is a very very bad idea.

As if sensing my apprehension Matteo turns around, bends at his knees, and puts me over his shoulder.

"So you don't run, Alexandra."

He opens a door to a room and in the next second, I'm on my back on a bed.

Let the fun begin.