A Thunderbolt

Chapter 2

Having shut the man out of her room Starr could concentrate fully on getting ready. This was an A list party and there were plenty of important people for her to meet and to do this she had to look her best. As she styled her hair in the mirror she once again found herself full of questions. The people she surrounded herself with we're extremely shallow and she found she lived for the brief moments in front of the camera where she truly felt beautiful. Every girl she met in Hollywood was either was full of cutting remarks or scathing looks which made Starr feel uncomfortable. All she craved was success and even though she used people to her advantage she tried not to be superficial. One thing she never did was sleep around, which was something all the girls in this business did. She would flirt and she knew how to work her body and bat her eyelashes to get her way, but never would she sleep with the men she seduced, it was too personal and she would not forsake her self respect on that she was absolute.

She was wearing a daring red dress, it was low cut, short and tight but she knew it would cover more skin than what the majority of the women would be wearing. She always liked to wear red to important parties as she felt it drew men to her, like moths to a flame, she smirked silently at that thought whilst she started to apply her red lipstick; a finishing touch to make a real impact, she would be impossible to miss and even more impossible to forget and that was the way she liked it. Smiling at her appearence knowing she would make many contacts worth knowing this evening. She slipped on her red soled black stilletos making her at least 4 inches taller and lengthening her already long legs. Checking herself over a final time she grabbed her black clutch and placing her trustee red lipstick into the bag she walked out of the room closing the door as she left. Calling a chauffeur out to the front she got into the car and gave her directions to the party.

Whilst waiting patiently in the back of the black car she found her thoughts drift briefly to the man who had invaded her dressing room as well as her mind and quite possibly her heart as she felt a brief fluttering of butterfly wings rise up in her stomach. She quickly squashed them as she began plotting her conquering of the party, this man would not take up any more of her thoughts she had a party to work and nothing would distract her from it, nothing! She had worked too hard to throw it a way for a few silly butterflies that probably meant nothing. As she pulled up to the spotless glass building where the party was being held the first thing she noticed was the amount of paparazzi, it caused a quick flush of excitement and nerves to flow through her before she put on her game face; a sexy smile, she was to charm a nation not just a party. She exited the car elegantly and immediately was attacked by flashes of seemingly hundreds of cameras and everyone shouting her name. She posed a bit and threw sexy smirks over her shoulder as she made her way to the door, finally just as she was about to enter through the door she blew a kiss and winked before proceeding through the door adding a bit of hip to her walk for effect.

She made her way to the party, it was already abuzz with celebrities and music was playing loud in the room next to where she was now, after she deposited her clutch she would definitely be having some fun in there. Immediately she began working the room, charming everyone in her path; after an hour and a half she wanted a bit of fun so put her clutch away and walked through to where the real party was. She downed a shot and began dancing in the middle of the room amongst everyone else, it wasn't long before she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she was pulled flush against a firm chest. His head nuzzled close to her ear as he began to whisper, "I knew I'd see you again beautiful, it's fate. I bet you knew too that's why you went to all the trouble of doing your hair up nicely like that" he said, it was him the man who had entered her dressing room. She felt the butterflies rise up in her stomach and hated herself for it, unpeeling herself from him she mad her way to the bathroom, she needed to remove these feelings. He had said she had done her hair up nicely so in one swift move she undid her hair and let the curls cascade over her shoulders, she ruffled her hair abit before entering the party again.

She downed a few more shots and began dancing again, not to her surprise the same arms wrapped around her again "now you're looking like you're ready to party" he smirked against her cheek. They danced and then the started to kiss, as her will to ignore the feelings disappeared, before she knew it they were locked in an intense makeout session back at his place, she knew where this would lead but couldn't bring herself to stop it, so much for not sleeping around, she needed this it was almost animalistic.