Beautiful stranger?

ANDY’S POV

It was exactly 8:30 when I arrived at the venue for the gala.

I already had a really bad day and I just want to get all of this over with.

For some reason I feel like I’m overreacting but at the same time I’m so angry at her.

She literally lied to my face for a whole month. All those times when she would be out for hours and she wouldn’t be at work, she was with him.

I am so happy for her but I just can’t get over this feeling.

She must think I’m not trustworthy.

Did I do anything to make her think like that?

Am I the problem now?

Is that why she couldn’t tell me?

Am I overthinking this now?

I should probably focus on work right now, I would get too clumsy if I keep thinking about this.

Madam Stephanie walks out of the kitchen. A small top and some leggings adorning her body as she looks around.

I still don’t get why she wants everyone to call her Madam Stephanie.

We are literally the same age. Actually scratch that, I’m older with at least a few months. But I guess that’s what money those.

It makes you power hungry and makes people think they could do literally anything.

Using people’s greed and need for survival against them.

It’s not a fair whole. Life is cruel to everyone, it just depends on how one handles it.

It takes a few hours to get everything set up before the guests started to arrive. I quickly had to change into my dress but I couldn’t find a room in the big mansion.

The gala had taken place in some rich old man’s mansion. Probably too rich to waste his money on a pointless gala.

Seriously, who hosts a gala on Tuesday. That’s just fucking stupid.

I rush through the large hallways but most of the doors were locked.

“Shit…I don’t have much time” I rush down the hall, trying every door until one finally opens.

“Oh thank God!” I look at the door in awe” Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” I clasp my hands together as I gush.

“I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me” A deep, thick voice startles me.

I shriek in fear and reach for my pepper spray on impulse. The room was dark and I was yet to find the switch before this damn creep startled me.

“Who th—the fuck are you?” My voice trembles, it could be a serial killer for all I know, but I’m not ready to die.

“I should be asking you that, you’re the one in my room” The man says casually..

He claps his hand softly and the lights come on, almost blinding me. I will myself to adjust to the light because I still trust whoever was in this room with me.

My eyes still slowly adjust to the light and I cuss at my genes for failing me right now.

His face slowly comes into view, his slender body with broad shoulders stood gallantly in the middle of the room. His towel hanging lazily around his waist, threatening to fall off if he was careful.

His crossed arms complimenting his wet body adding more to his physique. My eyes traveling North, making contact with his face. Water dripping off his chiseled jawline and his matted hair laying lazily on his forehead.

His piercing brown eyes glinting softly under the light, he squints them and his mouth moves and that has to be the sexiest thing I have seen in my life.

My fear sizzles away slowly and is replaced with something different. A feeling of utmost admiration for the piece of cake standing in front of me.

Holy mother of cunts, this man is ethereal.

“You done staring?” His voice jolts me out of thoughts, sending signals southwards.

Andy you shouldn’t be thinking like that. You don’t even know his name, get your shit together!

I clear my throat and gulp “Can you…g…get some…..I mean put some clothes on?” I stutter.

“Last I checked this was my room” He states and my eyes widen

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, can I borrow your room for a sec?” I plead and his eyes travel up and down my body, sizing me up with slight judgement.

I didn’t like how that made me feel though.

“You see, I uh… have to work at the gala as a waitress and I need to change into the dress code and get back on time, before Stephanie freaks” I explain and he remains quiet. Still watching and staring at me with a purposeful look in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re probably wondering why I didn’t change with the others right?” I question but he still remains quiet.

“I’m not so comfortable changing around people. That’s why I want to borrow your bathroom for just….” I count on my fingers “Five minutes…. And I’ll be out of your hair” I plead.

He totally ignores me and walks towards the other side of the room.

“A man of few words I guess” I mutter to myself, waiting for a response.

“How much for a night?” He asks out of the blue, making me furrow my brows.

What is this fucker talking about?

“What? I’m not a prostitute” I complain.

“Never said you were…you just put a label on it” He states, casually unwrapping his towel from his waist, making me turn around on impulse.

“Look, just because I haven’t got laid in a while and I may gawked like you like a hot piece of chunk when I saw you, doesn’t mean I would just jump into bed with you. I barely even know you name” I rant, my back still turned to him.

I feel his presence behind me, resting his long, veiny and slender fingers on my shoulders making me jolt slightly.

He bends his head running his nose along my shoulder Into my neck.

Naturally this would be creepy and shit, but for some reason it feels so damn good.

His proximity making my breath hitch as he lets out a slight grunt.

“Drake” He mutters.

“What?” My mind was foggy due to the smell of his perfume and aftershave cream.

“My name is Drake”