Meeting Artemis

Prologue

"FUCK YES!"

"FUCK YES, INDEED!" I had finally achieved my first ever line of fashion, and I'm going bizarre. I mean people are going to be wearing my designs, and I'm going to become famous.

As of right now though my bestfriend, Maria and I, are celebrating at one of the most popular clubs, Leon Lights Nightclub. I mean this place is packed to the core. It would be a horrendous place for a claustrophobic person to be.

Now, on the dance floor, Maria has herself grinding all over this body builder of a man. Catching her eye, we exchanged a look, letting me know that she's fine.

Putting that thought aside, I went over to the bar, to at least enjoy my night, and not worrying about my drunk of a best friend doing something she'll regret. I mean, that is a best friends job.

I asked for six shots of vodka, preparing to take them head on. Although, when they came, a man sat on the stool besides me, and snatched one.

Glancing up, I went to give the intruder a piece of my mind, but that ceased when I looked into the man's piercing emerald eyes. Immediately, I imagined my wondering fingers, slipping through the strands of his pitch black, wavy hair. Maybe even pulling, while he thrusts his-

"Are you going to say something or keep staring?" Snapping out of my dreamy, I finally was able to breath again, as I observe his defined features.

I bit my bottom lip, watching as he licked his plump pink pale lips, making me began my indecent thoughts again. The crazy thing is, I wasn't even drunk yet.

Hearing him clear his throat, I finally came back to my senses, remember why he was here in the first place.

"Are you going to pay for that shot, that I had fully intended on drinking?" I asked with a small grin forming on my heated face.

"Well it was either that, or I embarrass myself trying to come with other reasons to come and talk to you." I giggled at his honesty, taking a shot to the back.

"Well you have my attention.? I smirked as he grinned at confession. "What is it that you wanted to talk about, sir?" I smiled as he chucked at my use of sir for him.

"Sir?"

"Well who else comes in here, wearing a business suit, looking like he just came out of a runway?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Work was just stressful so I came here to relieve myself from it." I caught a glance of his stoic face before he chucked it off, returning his eyes back towards me.

"In that case. do you mind joining me on drinking these shots?" I bit my lip, becoming nervous of his answer. I did not want to seem too forward, but I couldn't deny the attraction I felt for him. It was as if his eyes were scarring my colorful soul.

Still scanning me, he raised his hand to grab the bartenders attention. "We would like another of shots, but make that twelve instead." Smirking at my bewildered expression, he took the last remaining shot. "I wouldn't mind at all, beautiful."

Blinded by his stare, I broke it searching for Maria. Discovering her already watching me from the dance floor, still dancing with the same man.

All she did was give me a thumbs up, meaning I should go for it.

Well, I'm gonna go for it alright....

~~

"Alright, alright, its your turn." Now sitting on Nick's lap, our chest facing each other, with my arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs straddling his.

In the mist of twenty one questions, I had come to find out his name was Nicholai, but he preferred nick. Although as the game progressed, the theme became kinky, not once did either of us complain. We were basically considered drunk after the several shots we took. I know I was but Nick seemed as if he did not drink anything at all.