Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Two

I didn't recognize myself standing in front of my gold trimmed mirror. My boring brown hair that was always pulled back was down close to my waistline and shiny. I had on a tad bit darker shade of eye shadow than what I would wear to work. The strapless dress sitting just above my knees matched my silver heels perfectly. They didn't outdo each other, they complimented the other perfectly.

I felt good in this outfit and very glad I trusted my best friend enough to take me out of my comfort zone but not too much to where it overwhelmed me.

I put a lot of pressure on myself to look classy all the time. I was photographed anytime I was out with a man or if I was shopping in another store. If I was a mess, I was still photographed and gossiped about in the headlines. That is the one thing that sucked about being wealthy.

I could see the headlines this week if I was spotted out tonight. I would sit at my desk and dwell on myself and the choices I made. I ruin the good time for myself so technically I'm like Carny. I don't break people's hearts daily but I frost my happiness a lot.

I can be selfish at times but never to the people I love deeply. I don't have many people in my life anyways. My dad ditched me and my mom when I was 5. My mother was working and never gave me the attention I needed from her.

My nanny, Maggie was the only person that paid any attention to me growing up but she got tired of my mother's shit and left before I graduated high-school. I've never had a boy stay around long enough to see my crazy work schedule because I ruin the relationship with doubt before it even begins.

I might set my standards too high for anyone. It seems to be better than being selfish and dragging them into my crazy world. I'm sure they would get tired of me after a while anyways.

I was stern with working and it came first in most things. I can't make promises of nice dates and of my time when I would be stressed about what is going on here at the office.

My mother was divorced 3 times and she always told me to go for someone with my lifestyle or else they would never understand anything and take all my money. All the men she was with were just as rich and as hardworking as her and they never worked out so I don't take her words to heart.

My phone buzzes with directions to the place from carny with a "I'll be a couple minutes late.. Don't get tipsy without me." I smiled at my phone before grabbing my small clutch to head out to see Richard waiting for me like always.

I tell him the directions before getting in. I got a big rush of anxiety as soon as we started taking off from my apartment building. I started doubting the way I looked and wondered if it was too much for someone like me. If someone is following us to get a picture to start a gossip blog or if I just flat out looked ugly in this outfit.

I wrap my arms around my stomach hoping it would comfort me. I was already a little tired so I don't know how long I'll last tonight. I had two days off since we aren't open on the weekends but I still had calls to take when they came in this weekend.

When we pulled up to the nightclub I stopped Richard from getting out by opening my door myself. I told him not to wait up and started walking to the entrance.

It was packed to say the least. The line wasn't long but everybody was crowded up in their own groups while smoking, drinking, and making out. I get in fast and walk over to the bar to order a glass of red wine.

I crossed my legs tightly before looking around, everybody dancing freely to the loud music. It helped not hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was a nervous mess. I'm lucky the bar was a distance from the dance floor so the music wasn't too loud to make my ears hurt.

"I'll have a shot of whiskey" A raspy voice spoke from beside me. The seat must have gotten filled when I was looking around at the place. I glimpse at the stranger before seeing someone so handsome that I had to look twice. He had long curly hair in an all black suit.

He was clicking his rings together with an annoyed look on his face. It didn't take the beauty away. He was stunning.

I'm glad the music was getting quieter. The DJ in the corner left and the one in the back started playing the music now. The bar was extremely quiet which was weird for a place like this. I bet everybody is already too drunk to come back for anymore.

It was like everybody else disappeared anyways since his beauty was so intoxicating. I didn't need to drink to feel a high. He held himself well and I had to force my eyes away.

"I don't mind the stare." I turn to him as he leans closer. His perfect jaw structure was appealing. His scent was strong and alluring. I had lost words in that moment. I was a business woman, how is this possible? He was full of himself and I wouldn't blame him looking like that.

"I'm sorry" I managed to get out. He shakes his head fast before downing his drink.

"I had my eyes on you as soon as you walked through that door confused as hell. This isn't your typical scene huh?" My god it was like he could see right through me.

"Is it that noticeable?" I looked down at my dress annoyingly.

"It isn't that very seductive dress love. You rock it well. It is the way you carry yourself. I like that." I felt my body heat up at how bold he was with his words and how he complimented my dress. His accent was thick and so charming.

"You're right. I haven't been to a bar in awhile. I'm boring." He raises a brow amused by my answer.

It was a tension floating in the air between us but it couldn't be sexual could it? I'm not denying that he was everything I wanted and the heat between my legs throbbed. He could touch me and I'd light up. I'm in a daze. His cold demeanor shifts and he shakes his head.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I nod.

"Two shots of whiskey." I didn't drink whiskey but I didn't speak up to correct him since it was nice he was even buying me a drink. I enjoyed the company of this stranger more than I should. I don't know what it is and I can't pinpoint why. 

"I'm not going to lie.. You caught my eyes and now I can't stop staring at you." I had to look up completely to see him staring down at me with such a look that was sexy and intimidating. I felt like I was worth millions and not because I was but through someone else's eyes.

I'm sure this is his thing. I'm sure he picks up chicks all the time. How couldn't he? I'm not a number and I don't want to be added to his list. I definitely do ask for too much and needed too much from someone. I needed to relax and for once.. Have a good time.

I owe myself that.

"I can't stop looking at you either." I admitted before he traces a hand up my leg, stopping at my dress.

He holds his hand out before I take it and soon enough we were against a cold wall in the back alley tugging at each other's clothes.

"I can't have sex here." I admit in a low tone. He breaks away from my neck laughing.

I didn't find anything funny.

"I wouldn't dare treat a lady like you to something like this. I'm just warming you up for the ride." He smirks and my stomach turns.

"What ride?" I was confused.

"Back to my place. If we make it back in time." He grabs my hand again before taking us to the front and I was shocked to see a nice solid black range rover pulled out in front with an older man waiting outside.

Was he a business man too?

"To my place Keaton." We got in and the feeling of desire was rushing through my body. I needed him more than ever. I needed to feel his hands on me again.

"What is it that you want?" He nips at my ear while rubbing my knee.

I wanted him and he knew that.

I cover my face from embarrassment.

"Say it.. Say you want my cock inside you stretching you out and making you beg for more." His words were water and tonight I was drowning.