Chapter two

The ride to the club was long, Storm had mentioned that before they left, but it was just dawning on Rosa how far it was when they were thirty minutes into the trip and still not at their destination.

A gasp left her lips as Storm took a turn into Fifth Avenue and she took in the environment, they’d since left downtown and their crappy neighborhood. She knew this because she had had one or two flings with men from here, but each time she was blown away by the beauty and wealth that this place elicited.

“Wow,” Rosa voiced when Storm came to a halt in front of what looked like a multimillion-dollar mansion instead of a club.

“Are you sure we are at the right place?” Rosa asked jokingly, a smile plastered on her face as she took the sight in.

“Best believe, here,” Storm said with a smile, handing her an access card.

They walked in hand, presenting their cards at the entrance and walked in. If she had been blown away by the exterior, Rosa did not have words to describe how she felt about the magnificent interior.

The hall looked like a ballroom, but also like an art gallery from the array of artworks and frames that adorned it.

There were several doors leading to different parts of the club, Rosa stood transfixed at the spot, her eyes darting around the not-too-large crowd of people who looked like they could buy her and her entire family if they wanted to.

“I found my man, will be at the poolroom just across from here, make sure to have some fun,” Storm said as she walked away with a wink and a mischievous smile on her lips.

Rosa shook her head at her friend’s silliness, her eyes still moving around the room. When they rested on a bar at the far end of the room, Rosa trusted it, eager for a seat and some drink.

Composing herself, Rosa proceeded to the bar with careful steps making sure to add a little more sway to her hips, her siren gaze intact and her head held high. She might not be half as rich as these people, but she most definitely knew how to blend in.

“Hello, I’ll have a mojito please,” Rosa said to the bartender, a polite smile on her lips as the Italian-looking lad sent a small nod and went about making her drink.

Rosa let her eyes wander lazily across the bar until they landed on what she knew she was looking for. He looked fine, too fine, and alone.

Analyzing him quickly, Rosa noticed a tan on his left ring finger, and from the sunken look in his eyes which he seemed to be trying to hide, she could tell undoubtedly that he was either a fresh divorcee or he just had a fight and had to take off his ring.

Her instincts leaned more to the former, a quick scan of his outfit she could also tell he was stinking rich, a gold Rolex, original. Gold cuff links with the initials D. R engraved on it in the finest italics she had ever seen. A suede suit that fit perfectly like it had been tailored just for him and not bought off a hanger, and lastly, a shiny pair of brown-red bottoms.

A perfect catch, Rosa thought as she downed her drink which had been left unattended as she did her small analysis.

Downing her mojito, Rosa threw on her most sultry look and walked to his side of the bar. Her hips swayed even more than they did earlier, her steps more calculated and deliberate.

She made sure to stare right at him, stopping right in front of him, she glanced at the empty seat and then at his bowed head as he typed away on his phone.

Clearing her throat just loud enough for him to hear above the sound of the music from the dance floor, Rosa watched his head lift and was taken aback when she was met with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

“Is this seat taken?” She managed to ask, her eyes still holding his.

“No, please.” The man said, his hand gesturing for her to take the seat.

Rosa peeled her eyes off his, making herself comfortable on the seat she turned to face him. He was handsome, screw the fact that she had just called him fine, he looked like a literal Greek god.

Sharp jawline, perfect goatee and a mustache to match, straight teeth that she had noticed when he politely smiled at her, and a messy black mane.

“You looked so lonely I couldn’t help but notice,” Rosa said, in an attempt to strike up a conversation with this insanely handsome stranger.

“Well, your young lady should learn not to stare at strangers and make insane assumptions.” He said his voice a little sharper than Rosa would like.

“Well well well, easy there tiger, I was just trying to be nice,” Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person.

“Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph.

“It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him.

“Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it.

Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

“You know the meaning of my name, how so?” Rosa asked, withdrawing her hand from him before she did something unladylike.

“Happenstance” was all he answered as he beckoned to a bartender. “A drink for the lady please.”

“I’ll have a martini,” Rosa said to the bartender before turning back to her object of interest, the Greek god Damon. Storm did mention to have fun.