Chapter 2 Taking an attempt

||" Kristen Stewart and Damien Troy "||

"Aren't you being too cocky?" I retorted, "How are you so sure I came to accompany you?"

"Oh, maybe I read you wrongly, my apologies, you can return to your table." He said focusing his attention back on the cup at the counter again, it was almost empty now, I sighed as I sat back on my seat, signalling the bartender to fill up Mr sexy hulk's glass, "Thank you, and cheers."

"You are this drunk and still remember to cheer, that is fascinating," I mumbled,

"I am drunk, not stupid or loosed in the head," He said, "What is fascinating about that?"

"Never mind," I muttered at loss for what to say to keep our conversation, or even hint him towards the direction I wanted him for tonight. "Today is my birthday, though,"

"Oh, happy birthday to you Miss…?"

"Kri…Emilia," I lied, "What is yours?"

"Damien," He muttered too drunk to notice my faltering,

"That is a strong name," I pointed out, "I have never met a Damien in my life, so it's a strong and rare name that fits with your mysterious aura."

"I have a mysterious aura?"

"Yes, I mean, you are seated at a bar faced at the bar not checking or all admiring all the beauties of this city spread around the bar and even the ones that came over to talk to you, well you just sent them away," I muttered,

"So if I am truly like how you just described me, why did you come to speak with me?" Damien asked with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"No reason," I said taking a sip of my drink,

"No reason?" Damien asked, looking at me suspiciously, "You left your table to come to talk to me without any reason?"

"Hmmm, can't I do that?"

"Of course, you can, you have the final say on what you truly want," Damien said,

I was sure he had no idea what that statement he said instigated in me, he was right, I had the final say on what I truly desired, it was left for me to take a step towards making that happen,

"So what do you think of me?" I implored,

Damien turned his drunk-dazed eyes to size me up, his eyelids heavy with sadness, but even drunk and looking sad, his eyes were the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen, beautiful hazel blue eyes that just add to the already distinctive features on his face, he was truly beautiful and so hot. "I think you are pretty enough." He said nonchalantly,

I looked at him wide-eyed, to say I was embarrassed was an understatement, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, but just like all my wishes, it didn't come through because I was still seated in my seat.

"Excuse me," I said as I stood up, it was a miracle I hadn't stumbled,

"Where are you going?" Damien asked, standing up too, which made me realise how tall he was, who was he and why had God been so benevolent when he created him, I was enthralled by him,

"How can you be so perfect?" I mumbled under my breath ignoring the sting in my chest,

Kristen you dumb bitch, someone just said, you were just pretty enough and you are drooling over the same person that said those words to you.

Great!

"I don't know how, maybe you can ask my father, I'm pretty sure I took over him in the looks category," Damien jokes,

"Ohh, okay. I will be right back, I need to make use of the bathroom," I said then turned to dash for the bathroom but Damien grabbed my hands, picked up my purse and together we wobbled outside the bar, I could hear the notification on my phone going off, I knew it was Sky barraging me with messages, she must have lots of questions. "May I ask where we are going?"

"Didn't you say, you need to use the bathroom, you can use the one in my suite," Damien said as we stepped outside, within seconds a car pulled up in front of us, "Let's go,"

I didn't argue with him and just stepped into the white Rolls-Royce Wraith that had pulled up in front of us. I sat quietly in the car, I thought about sending updates to Sky but decided against it, I will do that later. The car pulled into an expensive-looking hotel not so far from the bar we were in.

Damien opened the door and led me into the hotel, then to his room or suite, "The bathroom is that way," He muttered as he signalled me in the direction of his room, I nodded and went inside the room then proceeded to the bathroom. In the bathroom I texted Sky.

I was back in the suite living room to find Damien fixing another drink, "Why are you drinking so much?"

"Don't you like drinking?" He retorted, "Or… you don't like people that drink?"

"What does it matter if I like it or not?" I implored

"Nothing, here, I fixed a glass for you," Damien said handing me the glass, I took it and took a seat on the couch. "So what did you want with me?"

"Huh?"

"You are pretty cute, very adorable like a teenage school girl," Damien teased,

Was he flirting with me right now, oh you are so in…

"Well, I am too far from being a teenage high school girl," I said, crossing my legs which caused the slit on my gown to roll up exposing more of my thighs, the gleam in his eyes made it obvious that he had noticed my actions but he didn't reference it.

"Are you? In my opinion, you have a sense of innocence shrouding you, are you a virgin?" Damien asked and I almost choked on the drink as I gulped it down warily.

Was it that obvious that I was a virgin, how could he tell just by looking at me, shouldn't he think I was some kind of baddie seeing as I followed him without question to his hotel room? "Is there a problem if I am a virgin?"

"Not at all, I'm kind of impressed, rare to meet a virgin on the crook of the night, and a virgin who looks so willing," Damien chuckled,

I felt invaded and exposed, I realised that body language was a thing, I didn't even say anything, he just knew what I wanted from my body language. Well, Kristen Stewart doesn't back out from a challenge….

"For someone who can easily read people, you talk too much don't you think?" I mumbled, not taking my eyes off him for even a split second.

He leans back a little on the couch still keeping his gaze on me, then a smirk appeared on his face as he gulped down his drink, then stood up and start unbuttoning the tuxedo he wore, he unbuttoned it so slowly as if he was teasing me,

And shit he was teasing me…

"Maybe we should do less talking then," Damien flick as he opens the last button on his fly to expose his well-proportioned chest muscles.

I gasped, shit.