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|When eyes collide |

Leona was married.

She married to a white silk belle and varnished chocolate textured hardwood. It's something she was obsessed with from the core of her black heart—her bed. She wanted to sleep like the dead and not wake up till her house caught fire or world war three broke out. 

I am missing you, baby. Wait for me. She conversed with her bed through telepathy.

Her I-imagine-ridiculous-impossible-shit-brain reminisced about the feeling of the fluffy mattress against her bare back, her pearly smooth legs flirting with the velvety silk—

Everything was going well until this moment. The moment she was about to lose herself in the maze of grey. The glass of alcohol froze in midair near her lips as the low clinks of his footsteps echoed in the bar.

The man was a piece of art as if he just ran away from a fashion show or popped out of Vogue's front page. There was something in the way he walked in through the entrance, along with a man dressed in a black suit.

Supposedly his bodyguard or something. She couldn't see his face as a greyish mask sealed his mystery gleam. He heaved his hand, shirt riding up and giving her the vista of his leather belt and bronze skin. His fingers drove through his luscious blonde locks and that's when their gazes collided with an intense jolt.

She could swear that some internal organs bounced up to her throat cause the man held her gaze, not looking away. She knew she should look away, or try to be cool that she checked him out, but those ashes grey orbs captured her.

Look away, he's going to freak out.

Still, she didn't.

They stared at each other while the man strolled agonizingly slow to the hazed section of the bar.

"Want to fuck?"

And there her marvellous trance dove into the volcano.

A random, jet hair male was garbled and eye-fucking Leona. The winter hair goddess rolled her eyes for the tenth time in the past hour. Thorns of irritation arose over her satiny neck as she scanned the terribly sloshed man slumped to her right. 

Handsome, she thought, her fiery turquoise crevices sailed to his hand and stalled on the luminous crusty ring, Motherfucker.

"Want to die?" she asked, with a polite smile then peeked at the corner of the bar where the grey eyes man lingered.

It didn't surprise her that he was gone.

His unwavering glid and sheer arrogance in his eyes explained that he was someone important since this place excepted people only with black and gold cards.

Her ink-carved fingers gracefully heave the Glencairn glass to her nude creamy lips. The brown whiskey with tints of golden specks melded with ice cubes kissed her tongue, and slowly trailed down her throat, leaving behind the rage sensation.

The irresistible and seamless blend of flavours obscured her head. Leona crushed the ice cube, eating it away. She loved eating ice. She was aware that it was bad, and that's what made her do it more.

"Hey, sexy," the man itched closer, again giving his luck a try. "Let's have some fun. My bed is huge, so is my dick. It will satisfy you."

Leona placed the burning black cigarette in between her hot lips and inhaled deeply. Finally, she spared the desperate man her scrutiny, and his face brightened up when she leaned closer to him with that killing smile.

 She parted her lips and let out the harsh grey smoke right at his face, driving the man to cough vigorously and glare at her in sheer disgust.

"Fucking horny rabbit, ahh, married old fucking rabbit." Standing tall on her feet, she looked down on him and the man's jaw dropped on the floor in humiliation. His manly ego cracked learning that he was shorter than her. 

"Fuck you!" he spat, accusingly pointing his finger at her.

Leona snorted. "Better luck in next life." 

The dark Rapunzel spun on her heels, intentionally slapping the man with her dark strands.

Teasing was her thang and then walking away was her charm. She was a forbidden apple, miles away from the grasps of men.

Checking her phone, Leona huffed. "Don't you fucking die, idiot!" she howled at her phone, gaping at the three per cent oxygen in her phone.

Abruptly, she felt someone's boring eyes on her. Her whole demeanour was when she peeked through her long inky lashes. A man dressed in a suit and long grey coat wasn't ready to look away and his penetrating gaze ignited waves of panic in her veins.

Alarmed that he might identify her, Leona ducked her head low and promptly sailed the nearest set of stairs. She was convinced that none could recognize her. It had been five freaking years. But the way the man was staring, soaked her in doubts.

 No, she couldn't be found. She couldn't go through the same hell again.

The chaotic clicks of her heels reflect in the dim foyer and she could hear the footsteps approaching her. Fuck it, she mentally cursed, reinforcing her agility. For the first time thanking her lucky stars, Leona spot the restroom and hurried inside without a second thought.

But the vista soldered her feet. Her wild eyes dilated and her lip parted at the unforeseen sight.

An insanely sexy man was standing in the luxurious glassy restroom. A pair of tone legs wrapped around his torso, and the woman and he were lost in the aggressive make-out session. His veiny hands clutched the woman's curvilinear waist, her hand gripping onto his athletic shoulders.

 The winter hair beauty couldn't take her eyes off of the man, she just blinked and licked her dry lips, breathing out loud. The sexy man caught the glimpse of her figure and he abruptly shuffled away from the popping breast woman, who whimpered.

"Tay.." her poisoning sweet voice trailed off when she noticed Leona looking at them with a disgusting gaze.

Tayson tilted his head and twinkled back, snapping Leona out of her rivery.

The same guy, grey eyes guy! Then she realized she was again staring.

She held the urge to slap herself right there and pointed her finger at him. "You."  Then she glanced at the half-dressed way and beyond dazed woman. "And you didn't see."

Leona swivelled around and approached the vacant cubical.

"But I am seeing you." Tayson clicked his tongue at the roof of his mouth, forcing the winter hair goddess to stop. The corner of his mouth curved in a panty shredding smirk. "To be more precise, staring at you."

Leona's inside tingled at the ringing intensity of his silky voice. Amassing the weird sensation, she abated her eyes at him. "Go blind for a while." 

She receded behind the marble door of the restroom, banging the door shut and leaving Tayson to frown in hilarity.

It's her, he thought.

The sultry woman stepped down from the counter in desperate need of his attention. 

"I want you, now," She purred in his ears, pressing her tits against his hard chest. Tayson gently nudged her away when he heeded the footsteps nearing the restroom.

He quickly snagged his mask and shades from his blazer to obscure his face.

"A man can't fuck in peace," he mumbled under a sigh and gazed at the woman staring back at him in anticipation.

"Hide." He jutted his chin to the cubical. The blonde hadn't to be told twice as she rapidly darted into the cubical.

Just then a young man barged in, looking around in the quest for something or someone. Tayson made sure to not make eye contact with him and mind his own business of washing hands. He was just currently not in the mood to act as the celebrity that he was.

"Excuse me," the man called out and Tayson acknowledged him through the black shades.

"Did you see a woman walking in here? She's dressed in black and just black."

"I am blind," the Casanova told him, smirking to himself as the flash of her stony look crossed his mind.

"Ohh, I see," The grey suit man nodded with a profound frown and wandered out of the washroom in a haze. 

Sighing, Tayson rang his guard.

"Clear the province for me, make sure no one walks on this floor," He spoke in the Bluetooth and slipped off his shield.

"You both can come out," he apprised the hiding women, extolling himself in the mirror.

Leona threw the door free, treading and gushing out of the washroom before Tayson could even blink. Clutching her phone hard, she sprinted in the shadowy foyer to soothe her hunger for the exit.

"Leona Pierce."

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