• One Lifestand [BxB] •

04

We walk out of the overly expensive restaurant, multiply curious and jealous stares following our every move, their eyes focused on the rich man and his unknown companion. The wide spacious hall quiets down noticeably as soon as we leave the sanctuary of our small little room in the back of the hall, hidden behind the red curtain, and everyone's attention seems to be on us unlike the first time Charles and I had been entering the room. Even if we didn't do as much as make a single noise.

I don't like attention, it puts me in the center of peoples views and encourages them to judge me without knowing as much as my Name and the fact that I had a Panic attack earlier didn't help in the least. That's why I dislike attention and everything that comes with it, but I guess walking next to a famous, rich and not to forget deviously hot man isn't exactly matching with everything I just said. That just shows how I didn't think the consequences of this through at all.

After my 'little' embarrassing panic attack in the beginning we had moved ourselves to the two separated private areas. Mario and I on the right facing towards the black sofas and Charles with Aaron to the left where a little bar was placed in the back corner. I had ignored Charles the whole time , I know- childish, but he knew exactly how afraid I was of being restrained after my ex-boyfriend Elvis turned out to be a hardcore sadist and locked me in his apartment without my consent for weeks. It took months of therapy for me to live without medication again and I wasn't the same ever again. I couldn't trust strangers anymore and was more than aware of the evil in everyone around me, bad intentions or not. Needless to say that's the reason I hated relationships and was more than horrified of being restrained or locked. You could say I wasn't able to live without secured freedom anymore, therefor I hardly ever left the house if not urgently necessary. So I decided to give Charles the cold shoulder for a while.

Nevertheless, the date had been  amazing to say the least. The food was mouthwatering good and I had to admit that I really enjoyed Mario's company so far, aside from the restraining thig at the beginning. He was the right amount of funny and sarcastic to crack some jokes and light the mood but serious enough to know when they were uncalled for. Throughout our date we had talked about light Topics like our interests and dreams, views on politics and over all 'god and the world' (Saying for: Absolutely everything that comes to mind). 

Strangely enough I felt calm and secure around the man, probably because of the fact that he didn't harm me when he clearly had the chance to or the fact that he had calmed me down from my panic attack which was an absolute first. The one he was responsible for I might add. Usually I'd just pass out and wake up considerably calmer and exhausted somewhat later. Wow, if my life was a book it would definitely be the most absurd one ever...

We had spent over three hours at the restaurant and probably also my whole months' pay worth on food and drinks. I wouldn't put it past us to be slightly drunk right now.  After being interrupted by the 'nice & professional' woman from the reception for what seemed like the hundredth' time that evening, we had decided to move our date from the restaurant to his place, leaving the other pair to do whatever the hell they wanted. *insert knowing wiggle of eyebrows here*. I wasn't over being mad at Charles.

Shuffling through the room beside Mario, my palms are getting sweaty because of my nervousness and I hang my head low in hopes that people would just get bored of trying to figure out who I am. Not like any of them had seen me before under any circumstances.

Without any warning a relaxing cold hand grasps mine and I almost jump, but catch myself as soon as I remember who's hand it is that is firmly covering my much smaller one. However, I hiss in pain when he squeezes my hand a bit, probably trying to reassure me that it's fine, when he accidentally reopens the small cuts from my panic attack before. He immediately pulls away apologetically and instead cautiously puts one arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side, looking for any signs of objection.