The Big Bad Wolf

Chapter One

        (Lena Dunaeva ~as~> Abigail Desirer)

Abigail ran her fingers through her curled auburn hair pulling it back away from her face. Looking around the raving bodies she tried to pick out her small group of friends from the masses. Spotting a tall bubbly blonde waving excitedly from the bar she grinned and wove her way through the sweaty bodies. Finally reaching the small gaggle of tipsy women she was greeted with high pitched squeals and hugs. Abi looked up at her small group of friends she gave them all a smile as a shot was shoved into her hand. 

"To no longer being trapped by the biggest ego this side of the Mississippi," shouted Reggie in her thick southern accent. The three girls cheered, clinked shot glasses and took the liquid fire like real women should, soon followed by grimaces and a round of giggles. Her tall blonde friend looped arms with Abi announcing, "I do believe it's time to dance our cares away and get our little one to the dance floor ladies!"

"I don't think I've had enough to drink for that yet I'll just stay here," yelled her friend pink haired friend, causing Abi to give her an almost convincing pout as she was dragged away  Reggie and her amazonian strength.

Stopping short of the dance floor Reggie looked down at her with a slightly worried expression and leaned close to ask, "you are okay right? I mean about the whole break up and everything."

Abbi gave her a small smile running her fingers through her hair once again pushing it away from her face. "Yeah I'm alright, I just don't get why he's taking it so bad. I mean he's the one that's been cheating on me with some secret woman for the last six months. I thought he took our relationship seriously, we were together for three years for Peet's sake. Who knows how long he's been cheating and with how many girls," she ended, the self doubt showing itself clearly on her face. Shaking her head she looked at the dance floor with determination, she'd sulked long enough it was finally time to start moving on and enjoying being young and free!

Reggina watched the range of emotions that flashed across her short friends face and smiled when her determined spirit emerged once again. "Well I do believe there are plenty of sexy single men waiting on that dance floor looking for someone just like yourself," she shouted back over the music as she pulled her by the hand right to the center of the floor, before releasing her and letting the music guide her.

Abi rocked slowly to the beat of the music thudding through the speakers letting the music fill and flow through her all the way to her fingertips. Abigail is a dancer, and not the type that did it for a few measly dollars but the type that trained long and hard to own her own studio and star in a few music videos here and there.

That's how she'd met him, Jordan Parker. He'd been looking for a few dancers to come in his clubs to promote his "look". The girls had to be graceful and ethereal while the men were to be strong and debonair and lucky her, her studio is one he'd contacted. Four men and three other women, besides herself, were contracted into rotations of dancers that would be at the club Thursday through Saturday every week.

Over the next couple of months she'd noticed him showing up more and more on her scheduled days. Even dancing with her a few times, much to his arm candy's annoyance. Soon he started showing up without a date and snagging her away to the bar for an occasional drink.

Slowly, he got her more comfortable around him as he wined and dined her. Then there came the tabloids shouting their budding relationship to the public. The press had been there through the whole thing, every date, fight, them moving in together and eventually their engagement.

When she noticed the tabloids spewing another headline screaming "HEAD OF PARKER INC. CAUGHT RED HANDED!" and  "DOES THIS MEAN THE END OF POWER DUO JABIGAIL?" she'd thought nothing of it. Not even the likely blurry pictures of some "mystery woman" on a lunch date with her fiance. No, what caught her attention was the fact that the magazines that were normally delivered to their shared penthouse where now not there anymore.

One day as she was walking by a news stand she noticed a picture on the cover. It was Jordan and some woman walking into one of his hotels. Now that wouldn't be strange seeing as how there had been pictures before of him and a business associate walking into various establishments he owned. What made her start to have doubts was how close him and the tall curvy woman were. His arm was wrapped around her back hand resting on the woman's rear, and her in turn leaning into his side seemingly whispering in his ear. She'd immediately bought a copy so as to ask him to explain the compromising way he'd been holding the woman.

That night had been the beginning of the end. He'd yelled and screamed and stormed out of their home. Later returning smelling of another woman's perfume and crawling into the bed right next to her. She'd cried herself to sleep that night and within two weeks she'd been invited to crash at her friend Caitlynn's house. There she'd been crying and wondering what she'd done to drive him to another woman.

That is until the blonde and pink haired women dragged her to the bathroom and shoved her inside with a silk blue paisley backless romper, and express instructions to meet them at the latest "it" club in no more the two hours. Two hours and one cab ride later she found herself in the middle of the dance floor with her dearest friends and a handsome stranger  keeping up with the sensual roll of her body.

"Abigail, what in the hell are you doing," cried a voice that she knew all too well. That muddled sound of embarrassment and shock only seeming to throw ice cold water on her high of tequila and music. She froze much to her dance partner's disappointment and turned wishing that she'd only imagined that voice in her ear.

Shockingly blue eyes traveled the pair of expensive shoes she'd bought him last year for christmas, to the dark grey three piece suit, the clean shaven neck and face with a frown tugging at the corner of lips she'd mapped with her own were the next to come. Finally looking into the dark brown eyes she'd loved so fiercely she spoke letting the slow burn of rage lift her chin, "hello, Jordan."

/Authors Note/

Thank you so much for reading my latest installment of BBW! I hope I have been able to please your all of your lovely adventurous minds. If you have any thoughts or concerns regarding the first chapter feel free the comment! I do want to hear from all of you lovelies whether in a comment or vote form. I want to give special thanks once again to Mrs_Erin_Gilinksy for being the final nudge to get my tush in gear! For all of you who voted for my measly prolog thank you! Till next time lovelies! Ballzy Bunny signing off!!