Perfect

Chapter Two

-ALEX-

   I notice how much she bites down onto her bottom lip. Under the lights of the club (which definitely is not one of my favourite places on Earth), it makes her look so incredibly beautiful.

   Never have I come across such a stunning girl like her. It helped that she wasn't drunk as well, as most of the girls in this place happened to be as they tripped over themselves and vomited in all four corners of the room.

   I officially hate this place. It reeks.

   But maybe it isn't so bad considering I have now met Ava here. Ava, with her pretty jet black waved hair, and her pretty hazel eyes and her pretty smile which can stop you in your tracks.

   And her accent! It was such a contrast to mine, and is like music to my ears.

   I'm certain though that my mega-star music producer Father wouldn't agree.

   "So, Ava Perfect," I smile at her name. Even her name is pretty. "Tell me something about yourself." There is a flash of uncertainty across her face at first, but it soon is replaced with a thoughtful look as she tries to conjure up something which she thought was interesting about herself.

   "Well," She bites down on her bottom lip again. Damn. "I'm from Birmingham."

   "I can tell," I chuckle, causing her to laugh nervously as well, using both of her hands to pull back her hair behind her ears, looking down to her lap. I got to see more of her face now, noticing her small beauty mark by her eyebrow and the cute way her nose slightly scrunches as she's in thought. "Any other juicy information I can get my hands on?" I tease.

   "Well," She repeats herself before going back into thought again. "I work in a bakery."

   "I used to work in a bakery," I reminisce about my work experience days, being 14 and getting thrown into the local bakery by my Father who was pissed at the fact I used to constantly ask him for money. It was there and then I realised I wasn't going to let money define me, and now detest the fact I stem from such a rich family. "Best time ever."

   "My parents own it," She continues. "It's small, but cute."

   "Must be if you're working there," I best attempted to flirt, however awful I am at it. Given my status, I could be the worst flirt in the world and women still will constantly throw themselves at me. Yeah, I've had many girlfriends (or scratches on the bedpost, if you'd like), but when you're in such a position as I am, you'd only think that's all you'd get, and the media made it out like that is all I ever want in life.

   They literally cannot be further from the truth. I never thought a 'non-famous' girl would have the guts to deal with me and my roller coaster of a life, but whoever that 'normal' girl is, she's all that I've ever wanted, whatever you define normal as.

   I just want someone who wasn't in it for the money or fame, someone who just wants to have fun with me, regardless of all that.

   I throw the thought to the back of my mind, and look back at Ava again, studying her face as she was back in thought again, trying to come up with something interesting about herself. I decide to help her out.

   "Let me ask the questions then," She sighs in relief at not having to decide what was appropriate or not to tell the famous billionaire in front of her, which causes me to smirk at her cuteness. I don't blame her for being nervous; I would be the same if I was in her shoes. Society just engineers people to think rich people are superior than the average joe, however much you don't realise it. It sucks that people are brought up like that. "Do you have any brothers or sisters, except for that 'awful' step-sister?" I tease again, making her laugh.