Playing With Fire

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Aria's POV

He was perfection, I've never felt this way for a man before. Since I walked into this bar he's caught my attention. He had jet black hair, blue eyes and from what I can tell so far he's ripped!

   He's sitting a few stools away from me, I don't know if I should approach him or not. I mean... what am I supposed to say?

   Ugh! Stop it Aria, you've been doing everything your father's been telling you, it's time to show him that you can be a rebel!

   Shut up stupid subconscious!

   I take a deep breath and approach the man that is equivalent to a Greek god. "Umm hi!"

   He smirks and examines me up to down "Hey... sweet cheeks, finally gathered the courage to approach me huh?"

   "W-wait what?" I stutter.

   "I've been watching you for a while, and I've seen those glances you've sent my way, I know exactly what you want," said the man.

   From what I can gather I think he's flirting with me "What do I want" I said trying my best to appear confident.

   He leans in closer "you want me, and I'm ready to be yours... just say the word baby and we'll be out of here in no time"

   My heart starts beating erratically as I feel heat creep upon my face.

   "I–" there was something about him, it's like he had this dark and mysterious aura around him that attracted me to the point of forgetting all logical choices.

   All I could do was nod and let him drag me to god knows where, but you know what? At this point, I can't bother myself to give two shits. I just know that I want him and he wants me.

   "By the way I'm Rafael," he said.

   "I'm Aria," I say with a smile.

   "Well, Aria I have a feeling we'll be getting to know each other a lot better tonight," he says with a wolfish grin.

   And he was right, we did get to know each other a lot better... if you know what I mean.

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