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Congratulation??!
She presses a loud button, and in a minute the whole place is getting filled up with people and workers, some bringing out cameras and others their phone to take pictures.
This is so not happening right now!!!!
I turn to the man to see that he is just as shock as I am.
This would have been perfect if I wasn't matched to a poor, loud, arrogant loser!!!
I'm going to have to switch to plan B, I will have to find me a rich millionaire tonight.
Someone grabs me by the arm, I try to wiggle away, but as much as the hands are soft, there are incredibly strong too. I turn to see the man pulling me along.
"What the hell dude, let me go you perv I'm not going back in there with you," I say with a snort as I drag my hand away.
"Would you rather be out there? They were going to take our pictures and as much as I don't like you, I'd rather be with you than have them do that." He says with a cold tone and snaps my head up to glare daggers as him. "I can't let them take my picture."
Oh please, don't tell me you're so poor you don't even know what a camera is.
I cross my arm over my chest. "Why is that if I might ask?" I raise my brow.
Something quickly flickers in his eyes before he frowns at my word, "I just don't want them to."
I hiss, "Whatever. Your shit is not my business, just stay out of my way tonight." I brush past him and walk to the door then I realize I'm not with the key. I sigh in frustration, placing my head on the door.
Today's going all the wrong ways!!
Someone taps my shoulder and I scowl knowing who it is, this man is definitely going to be the death of me!!
"I can let you stay in my room if you want."
Are my ears deceiving me or did he just call it his room?!
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Since when did the room become yours?"
"Since I have both keys?" He says it like a question, dangling the key so I hear them. "And if you are going to stay in my room some things are going to change."
I turn to look at him, he does look serious. "Like what idiot?"
"First my name is Rory not pervert and certainly not an idiot. You can't cuss or throw mean words my way, we are going to share the room equally, and no picking fight with me."
I so pity whoever marries this loser.
I stew quietly where I stand, glaring hardly and wishing they will pierce him and kill him.
"Do we have a deal?" He stretches his hand for a shake.
Is he bipolar?
"Deal," I say, but I don't shake him.
He awkwardly withdraws it and scratches his head before going and opening the door.
I push him out of my way making him stumble and enter the room. I take a sit on the bed and lower my head to rest on my hands. I seriously need to think tonight through. It needs to be perfect no matter what happens, no matter who tries to ruin it. I have a mission and it must be accomplished.
"Are you okay?" The man whose name happens to be Rory asks with a bit of concern in his tone.
"What do you care?"
"Do you have to be rude?
I scoff, "Coming from someone who hasn't apologized for calling me a whore a while back I'll take it as a compliment." I reply, my face still buried in my hand.
He takes a deep breath, "Okay I'm sorry I called you that." He apologized, "What's wrong with you?"
I laugh to myself, I'm not telling a stranger my problem because he apologized and told me his name.
So I just say. "None of your business." I kick my shoes off and let myself fall back on the bed.
He doesn't say anything back, after standing and probably glaring at me, he just walks out of the room.
Did he leave? Did I chase him off? A part of me finally feels free and happy while another feel bad for being so mean to him.
...
It's quiet for a while now he is not yet back and I begin to think he is gone which is a good thing for me.
The colour flashing through the window draws my attention, as I get off the bed and walk to the window. I look around and I see that there is a party going on outside. I notice that all the ladies there are dressed in classy and elegant dress, and the men are dressed in black suits and I can bet there are as expensive as hell.
Finally, something is going right for once this night.
I've got to be there.
I run over to my bag and pull out my black purse. Re-do my make-up and put on my perfume. I put my shoes back on and I'm good to go.
I have never done something like this before, but that doesn't mean I haven't taken lessons from Jake and Josh on how to act and behave in a classy social gathering.
I step into the beautiful garden where the party is taking place and approach the crowd. Some men notice me coming and their eyes widen in awe. I feel my cheek go red from the attention and I try to hide it.
"Wine Miss." A waiter says to me and I smile before taking a glass of wine from his tray.
"Thank you." I kindly say to the fine young man.
He nods before leaving.
I take a sip and further walk into the crowd mainly because I need to know what the party is about. I hear from some people taking that it is a fundraising party.
Fundraising? All I have in my purse is 44 cents.
I ignore my inward panic and keep walking. My phone begins to vibrate in my purse and I take it out to see it's Jack.
"What?" I demand with a frown.
"Easy, tigress, have your found your millionaire husband yet?" He asks curiously.
"No, I think I'm about to soon."
"Hurry up okay? Our future and my future girlfriends depend on tonight."
"Don't I know that already?" I sigh, sometimes I wish I wasn't the firstborn. "Hope you found a good excuse to tell mom."
"Jakes got that covered, remember he's the brain." He chuckles.
"Yea and you are the mouth." I laugh quietly. "I have to go now."
"Okay, good luck." He says before the lines go off.
I open my purse and try to put my phone when I hit someone and lost my balance, sending my purse and the glass of wine flying.
I'm flying in the air, I'm going to fall and be laughed at this party. Damn!!
"You're okay ma'am?" I hear someone say to me.
I open my eye to see a beautiful pair of blue eyes staring deeply with caution into mine. Then I feel a pair of strong arms around my waist holding me, protecting me.
He smells rich.
I'm in heaven.
He sets me down on my feet and helps me pick up my purse and hands it to me. I take my time to study him. His lips are irresistibly beautiful and his nose nicely shaped. His blond hair glittering with the changing lights, beards are nicely trimmed...... I stop when I see him with a devilish smile, I'm analysing him and he knows!
I swallow quickly and blink my eyes and he cleared his throat and hands me my purse. "Thanks for saving me from falling," I say, blushing madly.
His smile widens, "Can't let you fall on that pretty bum of yours can I?"
I can already tell he is a flirt.
"Well, that's kind of you."
"My name is Luke, Luke Power."
Luke Powers? He owns one of the major clothing design in the states. I hear a lot about him. Rich, young, ambitious.
I'm going to pee myself or worse I'm gonna faint.
"I'm Taylor Snowfall."
His eyes narrow at me as though reading me. "What are you doing here then?"
"The same thing everyone here is doing, fundraising."
We walk away from the crowd to a much quiet place.
"Really? I've never seen you before."
"That's because. I. Just. Came. Back. Home. Last. Week." I pick my lie carefully, not to pick the wrong ones. "Dad. Says. To. Get. Used. To. This. Types. Of. Parties."
"That's kind of him." His eyes rake my body just like Rory had earlier and except there's more hunger in his eyes as they reach my thigh. "A goddess like yourself might need someone around you for the night."
I choke out a chuckle, he isn't asking to sleep with me tonight, is he?
"Well I just met you, isn't it going to be too early to have sex with you?" I try not to let my nervousness show, although I was getting nervous.
He places a hand on my thigh and my breath cut in fear, this has to be a dream. This is certainly not how I want tonight to go.
"Come on, it's not such a bad idea, and it won't be once we go into the room."
"No." The word comes out like a cry and I try to move away.
What's it and guys mistaking me for a whore today?
I throw a punch with my other hand which is not trapped, but he catches it and pins it down. His hand roughly explores my thigh, and he moves it higher into my dress and soon his hands touch my panties. By this time, I'm struggling to get free from him, but failing.
His eyes are filled with lust and he drags me closer to himself. He tries to kiss my lips, but I turn my face away, and my tear threatens to spill, but I blink it back.
How did it get this far?
"Let me go, let me go!!" I shout, but it falls on deaf ears.
"Shut up and..."
His words are cut short when he is forcefully out pulled away and he let me go. I immediately adjust my dress and move away from the two men who are throwing punches at each other. I look at the ground again, but this time all I see is one getting beaten up.
When the other man feels satisfied, and that he's done enough, he gets up and begins to walk towards me. Unable to run, I move back, frightened as I can not make out his face, but soon my back hit the wall. Damn!!
I stand there wondering what thing is yet to happen to me, the man got even closer and his hand softly stroke my cheek. I whimper and close my eyes as the tears I've been holding back for a while now rolls down my eyes. I hate crying.
"Did he hurt you that much?" He asks carefully, I can also feel the anger in his voice which is not directed at me.
I open my eyes to see the light illuminating Rory's face as he gazes into mine. My tears fall even more and I begin to sob. I feel terrible, I feel really, really terrible. First, because I was mean to Him earlier and he still chose to save me, and because our plans have now been ruined.
"Shh, come here." He pulls me into his strong arms and I let him hug me.
We stay that way until we pull away and I wipe my tears off and pull myself together clearly not willing to cry more than I already have.
"Thank you, Rory," I say, not looking up at him though. "But you didn't have to, I had it under control."
He scoffs in disbelief. "He had you under control from the way I saw it, what were you thinking?"
His concern is annoying.
My eye flare in anger. "It's none of your business." I spit at him.
"That's what is going to get you into trouble, you're rude and rebellious that would be okay if you aren't so weak and vulnerable." He says in a cold harsh tone.
I slap him hard in the face and he clenches his cheek I guess from the sting of the slap. He grits his teeth and glares at me but says nothing.
"I'm not weak and I'm certainly not vulnerable and because you saved me from the sick bastard just now doesn't mean you know the first thing about me," I say slowly through gritted teeth.
With that, I begin to walk away from him. He stands there in silence, watching me as I walk away into the darkness, but I don't care to look back at him.
I enter the room and throw my purse into my handbag and grab it from the chair and hang it, ready to leave the hotel. I don't want to be here when he gets back, there is no reason to be. I don't even want to see his face ever again and I wish our path never crosses in this lifetime again.