Shaken

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*above is how I picture Annabelle*

Lucas's POV

When I saw her leaving the dancefloor and heading towards the restroom, I followed her, despite the fact that it was the leadies room. I had to speak to her privately, so I had to ask my bodyguards to make sure that no one entered the restroom while I was inside with her.
I leaned on the sink and waited for her to come out of one of the stalls. She clearly didn't know that I had been following her and was completely shocked, I had obviously startled her.

I wanted to speak first but I felt like I had been paralysed but her beauty. I looked her up and down, it was very obvious that calling her beautiful was a clear understatement, she was more than that. After I was done looking her up and down I looked her in the eyes and remained silent.

She then started babbling about how I had startled her, it really wasn't my intention but I still saw no need to apologize. After she was done babbling, I wished her a happy birthday, making sure to say her full name so she could know that I knew about her. When I saw her on the stage when she had been called my Marcus I took a picture of her and asked my people to find out about her. Minutes later they gave me her full information. After I wished her a happy birthday I left her in the restroom eyes wide in shock, since I only mentioned her age. I then went with my bodyguards to my office which was in an iscolated place inside the club. I tried working but of course my mind kept on drifting back to Annabelle; I had to find her and make her mine, I don't care what it takes. This is truly the beginning of a beautiful nightmare.

Annabelle's POV

I left the restroom visibly shaken. I didn't know that man at all, so how in hell did he know my full name? Let alone my age too. I walked back to the bar to find Thecla sitting there talking to some guys. They were obviously flirting with her, and it was okay with her, she always loved the attention. I approach her, ignore the other guys, and tell her that I wanna go back home.

"What? Why so early girlfriend? " Thecla asked me, her hand on my waist. I laughed since I knew what she was trying to do. Thecla always does this when we were in male presence at a club, she wanted the guys to think that we were lesbians so that they would fuck off. So I quickly played along.

"Baby, I'm just so tired and its late enough, lets just go home.... " I whined loud enough so the guys around us could hear. "Hey! Are you guys homo? " one of the guys asked. "Yes, we are." Thecla answered with a fake smile on her face, which instantly made me break into laughter. With that said we left the club hand in hand as if we were really a couple. We were both slightly tipsy but Thecla had always been an excellent driver, drunk or sober. We were both kinda drunk so Thecla decided to sleep over at my place which was entirely cool with me.

On our way home, I told Thecla about the guy I met in the restroom. "It was so weird girl! He knew my full name and my age, how in hell did he know that?? Worst of all is that he kept on staring at me like gawking, it was like he was tryna see my insides. I mean hes such a freak, he followed me to the female toilet of fuck's sake! " I told Thecla.

She laughed hysterically, "Girl, I honestly dunno what to say man! I mean that was super weird. "
"I know right and when I asked him if his mama ever told him that it was rude to stare he just answered me shit. Like yoo what the fuck?" I replied.
"I bet he liked what he saw when he looked at you. Best believe that he will find you after tonight." Thecla said with assurance. "I don't give a damn, I'm not into white boys." I said as a matter of fact.

"Damn girl! He white? I always wanted to date a white boy..... Do you know his name? Maybe we can look him up."
Thecla said.

"He didn't even bother telling me who he was. But I don't give a fuck he ain't worth it." I said with determination.



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