Shirtless Locus... so yummy...... *snaps back to reality* hehe....Anyways, here is Part 2!! ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Y/m) = your middle name
Locus was tired. Tired of these extravagant parties, but he had to go. He was required too by his company/father, and being a man of business was never easy. He was 26 now, 4 years of stressful college helped him build up the company extremely well, leaving him as a millionaire bachelor.
Locus was currently sipping champagne from a gold tipped glass, standing by the marble white of the hostess's in home bar. People were talking in too pleasant tones and laughing with a certain fake charm that all the rich and regal seemed to possess. The band played elegant music, but seemingly only ever knew one or two songs.
Frivolous hand gestures, sharp cut suits, and the flutter of false eyelashes filled his vision. Expensive perfumes and colognes choked him, throat getting tight whenever the door to the woman's bathroom was opened and rush of overly sweet, floral fumes wafted into the air to where he was standing. Locus tried not cough and sipped more of his drink. He'd been to too many of these parties already, and he was aware this was not going to be his last.
Pointless chatter bored him. Women who didn't know him wanted to know him, men wanted to be him, and others were there for business; he'd been talking all evening and this was the one sliver of calm he had since he arrived here. Locus straightened his green tie when he caught a flash of pale hair enter his line of vision.
It was Crystal, her platinum blonde hair was curled and rested on one shoulder. She was wearing a tight, pale robin egg blue dress with a rather high slit along the thigh. Her plain caramel eyes met Locus's silvery grey ones and he sipped his champagne out of irritation. Of course Crystal and her mother would find him, after all the mother was the hostess.
Locus tried not to look annoyed as the two approached him. Mrs. Sheen was a regular costumer and a wealthy one at that and a close friend of his family, he would prefer to stay on her good side. "Hello, Mrs. Sheen." Locus kissed the elder Sheen's hand as she smiled at his gentlemanly gesture. He in turn only bowed a little to Crystal. "Ms. Sheen."
Crystal grinned like a snake and held her hand out for Locus to kiss to which out of formality, he had to, and he tried to ignore the heavy scent of the jasmine fragrance that permeated off her wrist.
"Oh Locus, I thought we'd been through this? Just call me Crystal."
Locus simply nodded and was quick to drop her hand. Crystal took notice of this and frowned slightly. Of course her mother hadn't noticed this, instead Mrs. Sheen smiled brightly at Locus.
"Locus," the old woman drew out his name affectionately, "you look handsome as ever dear, are you enjoying yourself?"
He gave her a gentle smile, he wouldn't have a problem with this woman if she stopped bringing her daughter over to converse with him. "I am, I was simply taking a break from conversation."
"Ah, well dear, I am glad you are having a fine time. We really must go out to lunch sometime, I'm sure Crystal would find that lovely, won't you dear?"
Crystal looked Locus up and down. "I think that would be really lovely mother, shall we go tomorrow Locus?"
Locus was about to respond when he saw a familiar form wearing a rather stunning dress.
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The woman's back was turned to him. But the way the chevron brown, black, white, and brass dress was designed and how her (h/c) was done, caused a memory to tickle at the back of his mind. Locus turned back to the hostess.
"Excuse me for a moment Mrs. Sheen, but who is the woman in the chevron dress?"
She turned to look where Locus's gunmetal gaze had landed. She smiled at the young woman's back.
"Locus dear, that is the newest fashion designer, she owns (y/n) (y/m) Designs. That over there, is (Y/n) (L/n)."
Locus hadn't seen (Y/n) since the end of sophomore year in college, she had transferred to a fashion studio and Felix had gone with her. The pain of her leaving hit him hard, but she had been at least kind enough to say goodbye.
He regretted never having time for her, he would've known how creative she was with fabric had he actually spent time with her. Of course he was familiar with her green dress, but she had made that simple.
Locus excused himself from the Sheens and made his way to where the woman was conversing. Locus walked up behind her and cleared his throat. "(Y/n)?"
When she turned around, Locus couldn't believe it. It really was (Y/n), in the flesh.
"Locus?.... Locus it's so good to see you!" (Y/n)'s smile was as dazzling as he had remembered it as she pulled him into a gentle embrace, something he had not been expecting but gratefully returned.
"I see your dream of becoming a fashion designer came true, (Y/n)."
Hearing his deep voice say her name again after all these years was like a rush of warm sea breeze blowing over her skin like silk. (Y/n) blushed just a tint at the memory of his voice in her bed. When she pulled away she ran a hand over her arm somewhat shyly. "It really has, Locus you look as though you are well."
He gave her smile, something that she hadn't seen in a long time and it made her knees weak.
"I have been I suppose, my line of work isn't all that exciting."
She chuckled lightly.
"No, I suppose it isn't, but it has made you Bachelor of the Year. You must be swarming with women Locus." Locus wasn't sure if it was his imagination or if he had seen pain flash through her pretty (e/c) eyes as she spoke the last sentence.
Locus offered her a small smile. "Yes, many women would like to get to know me, but there is one that already knows me very well and I intend to wait for her... If she is willing to... To try again."
(Y/n)'s eyes widened and she gave him a beautiful smile. Locus took (Y/n)'s hand and brought it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss on her soft skin. She smelt sweet, like vanilla ice cream.
"How does lunch tomorrow sound?"
Her (e/c) eyes sparkled. "It sounds absolutely amazing, Locus."
(Y/n) placed a small, gentle kiss on the bottom of Locus's jaw while she pressed a piece of paper into his palm.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Locus."
Locus stood there and blushed as he watched her weave her way through the crowd of elegant people, a rare, true soul in sea of rich and regal robots.
He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. In it was her business card with contact info, he flipped it over and smiled. Sprawled on the card was her semi sloppy, artistic hand writing.
I still love you Lo
And that feeling was better than anything, money could buy.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I just realized as I was writing this that Locus never did respond to Mrs. Sheen about having lunch with her and her daughter but like he cares, and yea, I ended it the same as the first one but I leave the rest of it to your imagination☺️
