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Chapter one

"Rooosssettaa" I slightly slur out, "I'll be finee." My arms wrapped around my best friend lazily as I try to convincingly hug her goodbye.

"It's only just a few blocks and it's not evennn that late."

Total lie I think looking over at the clock. It's nearly 2 am.

"Are you sure?" her green puppy dog eyes stare down at me. Darn me and my 5'3 height I was always having to look up to people... even in heels.

"Yes," I sigh out, "I'm sure. I have to get hommee I have work in the morning." I groan. I really hated waitressing.

"Ok.." She was hesitant but finally agreed with me, "be safe." With one last assuring squeeze from my best friend she lets me go and out the door.

Once on the side walk I begin my grueling ten minute walk home. My feet aching in my heels. I would take them off but then my feet would freeze.

Pulling my tight black dress down, I crossed my arms over my chest trying to contain what little body heat I had. Instantly regretting not bringing a coat.

The cold in New York city had come sooner this year, and I could feel it all the way down to my exposed toes.

I hadn't meant to stay at Rosetta's house warming party that long. I had work in the morning. I was also regretting the couple of shots of vodka I downed in the span of 2 hours; they made the walk home just that much more miserable.

"Fuckk..." my teeth chatter out as I sling my fallen purse back up onto my shoulder.

I was fully aware that walking home at night on the desolate back alleys of New York was not the best idea. But with every shot I took my confidence had grown and I had already assured Rosetta I would be 100% fine on my own. It was too late to chicken out now.

Minding my own business I didn't watch my steps and slammed into, what I thought was, just a brick wall. But when I opened my eyes they were staring into a black t-shirted chest.

Traveling my eyes farther up I made eye contact with possibly the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. They were like roasted chestnuts and nutella rolled into two orbs, with golden flakes thrown about just like you'd imagine snowflakes on a cold winters day.

And then I noticed the owner of the gorgeous set of eyes was gripping my waist harshly.

"Sor... soorryyy." I clumsily slur out. The stranger shut his eyes in frustration and his hands dug farther into my hips.

"Are... are you drunk?" He growled out.

Holy shit... his voice sounds like what raw honey tastes like... and that accent... what is it?

I narrow my eyes playfully and giggle out a "maybe..."

He sighs, "Are you that stupid." His perfect lips practically spit out at me, his eyes narrowing, "2 am in New York city... drunk.." he then slowly bends down so his lips are by my ear, "and in such a tight and provocative dress... not very smart kitten. There are many bad men out here who would just gobble you up." He scolds me.

The fine mans comment sends a shiver down my spine as his warm, minty breath rolls down my neck. And at this moment the confidence of one vodka shot comes into play and I squirm in his hands as a small "fuck off prick" rolls from my tongue.

But he didn't seem to like my defiance one bit because next thing I knew I was up side down draped over his shoulder.

"Hey bud!" My head is spinning now as I try to focus on one thing at a time, "I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing," at this point my words are just a giant slurring mess, "but put me down right now!" I beat against his back with what I believe is pretty harsh slaps from my palms but he seems unfazed and keeps walking. I cease my actions, my palms were stinging tremendously.

"You've got quite a mouth, little one." He teases and places one of his large hands on the back of my exposed thighs. Not high enough to touch my butt but high enough to give me some sort of warning that he might try something.

This scared me. That this single man had this much control over me, but oddly enough I was kind of attracted to him, or maybe it was just my drunken state.

The reality of the situation hadn't hit me yet because I was oddly comfortable on the warm shoulder of a man I didn't know. My eyes were droopy and my breaths were slowing down by the minute. But something in the back of mind was screaming at me to run or fight. I mean he did just pick me up off the street.

Where was he taking me?

And with that last fleeting thought I succumbed to the darkness.

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Short first chapter I hope you like it!

-matteson