Kazuchika Okada One Shot Collection

Big Deal

Pairing: Kazuchika Okada/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Smut, Language

56. "Everybody loves you. Baby you're the king of the night. And I'm the only one making sure I'm keeping out of your sight." Trouble for Me – Britney Spears

The second he walked into the upscale bar you knew he was a big deal. The way everyone in there seemed to stop just to look at him said he was someone special. Every woman in the place, even those that seemed to be here with someone suddenly started preening. He walked with a confidence and charisma that just drew people to him, carrying himself in a way that let you know he knew he was important and the center of attention.

It was those reasons and more you intended to stay far away from him. He was the kind of guy you feel for, and you knew you needed stay far away from him. You kept in your corner booth draped in the shadows as you watched everyone fawning over him and trying to catch his attention. The dance floor was suddenly full of beautiful young things dancing provocatively trying to catch his attention from the table he had commandeered. Even your friends had jumped out on the floor, abandoning you in hopes of landing the handsome man while for once in your life you were trying to be a good girl. It didn't matter how blindingly handsome the man was, you had every intention of keeping your distance.

Everybody loves you

Baby, you're the king of the night

And I'm the only one making sure to stay

Out of your sight

Apparently, the world had other plans for you as you were suddenly startled by the manager of the club appearing in front of your table with a gold tray laden with an expensive looking bottle of wine and crystal wine glass. You watched silently as he poured a glass of the wine before presenting it to you.

"Please accept this drink with compliments from Mr. Kazuchika Okada." The man said bowing slightly.

"Compliments for what?" You asked taking a sip of the wine, eyes closing as the flavor exploded in your mouth before opening to find the manager's face bright red visible even under the dim lights of the club. You watched as he nervously looked over his shoulder before quickly turning back to you.

"Mr. Okada wishes to compliment your choice of foot wear." The man mumbled nervously earning a quizzically raised eyebrow from you.

"My footwear?" You asked wondering how this Okada guy could even see your five-inch blood red Louboutin's from where he was seated.

"Yes." He nodded. "He wants me to advise you that he wishes to have them around his waist by the end of the night." You were shocked speechless for a moment the audacity of his statement throwing for you loop, along with the fact that he had made this man pass that along to you. Suddenly fury replaced your shock and you saw red.

"You can tell that asshole to go fuck himself." You said bluntly, trying not to take your answer out on the helpless servant. You watched as the man returned to Okada's table, leaning down to pass your message along. Instead of outrage the sound of the man's boisterous laugh filled the air and he raised his glass in your direction an infectious grin on his face. You pointedly turned away, intent on ignoring him for the remainder of the evening you mind already planning your excuses so you could head out.

Me and you, burnin' disaster

And you're only a danger to me

But the party ain't the same without you