City Lights, CEO's, and Wicked Dreams - ON HOLD TEMPORARILY

City Lights

Important Note

Hi, Guys! Welcome to my first story, I am just starting out and I would appreciate feedback on what you think! All constructive criticism is welcomed, but hateful comments are offensive and I will delete them and block you. Do not copy my story because there will be consequences.This first chapter is not as interesting as the rest of the story I have planned, this is just placing the setting and getting to know the main character! There will be Rated R parts throughout this whole story, so proceed with caution! I am going to post this chapter, and if the feedback is positive I will post 4 more chapters and then update regularly from there. Thank you lovelies for reading! Enjoy :)

****** Important note: First off, this story starts off slow, but I promise It will get better and more eventful as you read. There is going to be sex scenes, and sexual related talk throughout this whole story, so if you don't want to read that then do not continue! Also, there will be pictures to the side occasionally and this one is kind of what I imagine Ana to look like.*******

Chapter 1: Ana

     I set one Loubouton clad foot on the pavement as I stepped out of the poppy yellow cab I was sitting in. I stretched my sore limbs until I felt I could properly move again. New York traffic was the ultimate bitch, let me tell you. I looked around at the beautiful city lights as the cab driver pulled my luggage out of the trunk and set it on the cracked sidewalk. I thanked the older cabbie named Carl and tipped him generously which caused a wide grin to emerge on his face. I threw him a small wave as I watched him pull out into the crazy traffic. I inhaled and could pick up the rough smells of car exhaust and rubber. I took a look around at the massive skyscrapers and dainty shops around me, before finally spotting a small coffee shop ahead. I drag my luggage behind me as I entered the quaint café and strolled up to the counter to place my order. I reached into my purse to search for my wallet, I order without even lifting my head and I fumble while opening my wallet. I can't even wait to get my hands on that nice, hot, steaming cup of -
"Ma'am?" A seductive masculine voice questions with humor laced in his words. My head snaps up quickly and my jaw just about hits the floor -

       I stood there with my jaw hanging open ogling at one of the handsomest men I had ever seen in my 22 years of living. "Miss, are you alright?"
The extremely attractive man asks 'Oh... yes of course, I am terribly sorry. How much do I owe you?' I ask politely.
"$5.25 will be your total"
he says with a dazzling smile, I hand my debit card over the counter to the man and I watch his muscular arm flex as he swipes the shiny red card, before handing it back to me along with my coffee "Thank you for coming to 'The Coffee Bean', Miss Frome. Please come again." he says as he hands me back my card. Oh I will DEFINITELY come again if you're here I think as I walk away from the counter, suitcase in one hand, mocha in the other, and purse slung over my shoulder. I sit down at a small table to map out my next course of action. I have enough money in the bank to purchase very essential things, like an apartment, food, and a new wardrobe. I cannot afford a car, and I am afraid I wont be able to for a really long time. I realize now how I so blindly came to New York, but I suppose that's half the fun. Let's see, I can check into my hotel at 10 a.m. and it is currently 8 a.m... Two hours to do whatever I would like, that sounds like apartment hunting to me! I stand up slowly and brush imaginary specs of dirt off of my self, I walk to the entrance I came in at, I remember seeing free newspapers there. I grab four different newspapers and head back to my table to start my search. This should be fun...