HARD CANDY - Kylo Ren.

Chapter 1 - I Can Take Whatever I Want.

   "I can tell you're anxious, don't be. You look gorgeous." Poe complimented from beside you, leaning in as his voice was a lowered murmur.

You looked down at Rey's dress that she had let you borrow. You were confident that it was a dress Poe had bought for her considering it was designer.

And as you listened to his words, you were doubtful of his charming statement. The dress was gorgeous, but it did not feel that way as the fabric practically burned against your supple skin.

The dress he had spoken about was an ashy-rose in colour, the fabric flowy at the ends. The straps were thin and hung over your shoulders, working as an invisible weight that only reminded you further of your pathetic state.

You looked over at Poe who was scanning the small party, his eyes glossy and hair a mixed salt and pepper shade. He had it slicked back, his wrist decorated in a lavish watch, hand holding some sort of glass filled with a golden liquid.

   Poe was confident and care free, and you would be too if you were him. He had it all — money, cars, houses, a successful business, and beautiful woman always at his hip. He was living the life.

   You weren't even sure how him and Rey had even met. Rey was so down to earth and caring, where as Poe had almost an opposite life style. You'd give it to him though, he knew how to spoil his women.

   The party that his business partners were holding was an elegant one, men dressed in cut and creased suits and women styled like runway models, jewels of all sorts clawing their throats, wrists, and lobes.

   The venue was small but cozy, the sound of soft murmuring and gentle jazz music playing in the background, glass-clinking and lip-sipping conversations at the bar that sat in the middle of the room,

"I'm going to go get a drink." You muttered to Poe, sliding out of the black leather seated booth. You eyed the party, scanning the various men and women, looking for Rey.

Nowhere to be found, You work your way over to the bar. Taking a seat on one of the stools, you let out a heavy sigh, a bartender approaching you seconds later.

   She was a small Asian woman with a round face and big eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back, layered bangs hanging in front of her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Rose, I'm your bartender for the night. What can I get you?" She asks, her voice small but confident.

"Hey...I'll get a uhm- whiskey is fine." You manage out. You weren't much of a drinker, but you needed something strong to get through the night.

She nods, her small frame moving in a flurry of filling glasses and seasoning rims. Using your time alone, you start to examine the various men who stood around you at the bar.

   Most of them were older in age and dressed in suits of navy-black. Expensive watches glinted on their wrists and thick wallets sat in their pant pockets.

It almost made you chuckle. Each and every man here was to their own, different from one another, yet they all gathered for the same reason — to blow money on women because they could.

Your attention was drawn back to Rose as she handed you the drink you had ordered. You bring the glass of liquor to your lips, letting the alcohol burn your throat as it slid down.