Caught My Eye

Chapter One - Paz Arrival

The music blasted One More Day (Stay With Me) by Example. Paz was grinding up against a tall tanned man listening to one of her favourite dance artists. He was hot and seemed to be enjoying my presence. People were giving gave Paz looks the room filled with horny teenage boys and jealous bitches. Paz's parents have me the name because of it's meaning it means peace in Latin and also gold in Hebrew however she was not a very peaceful young lady but more of a party girl who's also very wealthy to say the least. Paz's father Edwin owned a law firm which contained some of the best lawyers in the country her mother being one of them. Her parents were out of town for the weekend and the girl done what she done best and that was that she decided to throw a huge party as a big fuck you for sending her to boarding school. She was set to leave in a couple of days and head off to England her parents would arrive home tomorrow morning in time to say their goodbyes holding to set Paz straight. You see she was not the typical American good little rich girl. She goes to parties, has tattoos and listen to rock music filling her weekends with drinking and gigs.

She could feel the handsome man, who's name is Eric, boner digging into me. Smirking she began to lead him up the three flights of stairs pushing passed couples on the way. Holding his hand she lead him down the corridor hearing various moans escape from people mouths behind closed doors. This is a real party she though to herself, Music blaring, loads of drink and people fucking in every room. Reaching her room she unlocks the door and they enter closing the big double doors behind them. The two of them collide leaving no space in between them. Instantly he grabs her ass and make our for some time before he pushes her onto bed. I'll spare the details but it was hot. He passes out on her bed and Paz lay beside him leaving everyone up to themselves for quite some time. Looking around her room she dips into her own thoughts. The room is grey and black with walls filled with many of the sixteen year olds favourite bands such as All Time Low, Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet For My Valentine and many more along with tickets from all the gigs she had attended. A massive king sized bed sat in the middle of the back wall, to the right side of the room were two glass doors that lead our to the porch and the left side held her wardrobe. A mountain of CDs on selfs around the room made it like a sea. She liked her room very much and would miss it whist she was gone. It use to be pink until she managed to convince them to change it. Exhausted she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Waking in the morning to the bright sunlight and birds singing outside her window her head banging to find the gorgeous man lying beside her had gone. He had work this morning at his dad's company, it was already 1pm so he must be gone. Wearing only her pink lacy bra and panties from the night before she goes to find some clothes from the walk in wardrobe that her parents insist she was to have before heading for a shower. The cold water splashes onto her skin waking her up instantly. It feels so good to get washed her head still thumping from the night before as her hangover begins to kick in. She runs shampoo through her long blonde hair she sighs. Paz was a pretty girl her original brunette hair dyed a jet black colour. She has blue eyes that sparkle but are hidden behind the thick layer or eye liner and mascara. Her rosy cheeks stand out on her pale skin. Her perfect curves cling to her clothes. Finishing up her showing she thinks to herself. I really don't want to leave home.

~Two Days Later~

Paz let out a sigh as she took one final look at the mansion that she called home. The white building stood among other houses just like it. Palm trees stretch across the side of the long drive that the limo usually sits along with three other cars. Two of them are Maserati's both white and the other is a range rover. A soft thud sounds on the paths as she walks down it surrounded by trees. The running waters from a little waterfall can be heard faintly. Mrs Dailey took pride in her garden. The cobble stone path led to a wooden gateway out to the front. David, the family driver, was already waiting for the young girl. He opened the door: