Scarred

One

"Seriously?" Oscar laughed, staring at his friend. "Won't Vanessa drag you by the ear for this?" He waved a hand to the line of skimpily dressed women crowding around their VIP sofa waiting to be called on.

Ian, who was the owner of the nightclub and also his business partner, rolled his eyes at him. It was quite a surprise considering the fact that they hadn't so much as had a men-only party ever since Ian got into a relationship nearly a year ago. When they do hang out for drinks, it was always either in private or his girlfriend—Vanessa—would tag along.

"Don't look at me like that. You know I'm not touching another woman other than my girl." Ian replied, gesturing for the women to finally come in and find their seats around the men. "Besides, all my staffs know Van as their ladyboss. I would like to keep my manhood intact, thank you."

Their other friend cum business partner, Norman, wolf-whistled at the two women approaching him. "If you want a taste, Ian, I'll keep your secret."

"Fuck off. You'll be the first to snitch on me, you snake."

Oscar shook his head lightly, savouring this moment they had. It'd been a really stressful past few weeks as they fought for a major deal to expand their carpool business into the Southeast Asia region. The market had only become increasingly competitive with new start-ups, but thankfully their reputation and massive corporation spoke for itself. They successfully clinched the deal earlier in the evening, hence that called for a celebration.

Another two women sat by each side of Oscar, while Ian sat obediently alone across him. The rest of the ladies left to search for other patrons.

He glanced at both his friends. Ian was typing furiously on his phone—most probably texting with his girlfriend—in an establishment full of temptations while Norman was happily being served by his new playthings. He had a hard time understanding how Ian managed to tie himself down to just one woman. They were all casanovas for years; he didn't believe he could do the same as his friend.

The blonde woman on Oscar's left already began with introductions, not even discreetly hiding the fact that she was showing her huge boobs to him. She had her hand on his bicep, feeling his muscles without asking and for a moment he considered asking her to leave. He hated being touched without permission.

On the other hand, a petite redhead was currently pouring drinks for everyone instead of sinking her claws into the men. She handed one to Oscar with a soft smile.

"Ice?" She asked, closing the distance so he could hear her over the loud music. He could smell her sweet fragrance.

Oscar shook his head. "Neat is fine." He was turned to his right side now, although not prying the hands on his bicep off. He didn't even listened to a word the blonde said. "What's your name?" He asked the polite redhead.

"Aurelia." She leaned in to his ear when he couldn't hear her the first time. Fuck. Her warm breath woke something inside of him. Or maybe it was just the fact he hadn't gotten laid in a week.

Oscar smiled, liking the sound of her name. "Aurelia."

Norman then raised his glass in the middle of the table, wanting a group cheers. They all clinked their drinks against each other, downing it in one-shot.

Oscar placed his glass down on the table, raising a hand over his head to rest behind Aurelia's head. But he didn't want to be rude to the blonde, so he agreed when she asked to play a game of dice. Aurelia sat comfortably next to him; his hand slowly moving to wrap around her shoulders instead of the seat.

Aurelia wasn't immuned to his appeal either. She noticed him as soon as she was told to work the table. He was giant compared to her small frame. His large, warm hand hugged her bare skin, pulling her into his side whenever he leaned forward to check his dice with the other. She didn't cared that he wasn't paying attention to her; all she knew was that his touch felt good. Safe. That was all it took for her to eventually rest her cheek on his shoulder.