Chapter 1

• Bambi's P.O.V
• I could make out the kind of music being played in the club from where I stood, waiting for my turn to get in. For a Tuesday night, people really did show up. It wasn’t that long until it was my turn to get into the hottest club in London and I would have gotten in earlier if it wasn’t for the bouncer withholding my ID card, making me pass him a 20 which was totally way out of budget.
• You see, I have what you call a ‘babyface’ which majority of the times isn’t a problem except for the times where people mistake my twenty-three years of age for a younger age, like today for instance.
• Grambling inwardly and mourning for my lost twenty euros, I made my way inside the club, the music getting louder and louder. I could almost feel my ear drum rupturing. The stench of liquor was very much prevalent, and something else, something much more intense; SEX.
• Both my body and soul were screaming at me to leave the place. This was not my scene. I did not go to exclusive clubs, let alone going to clubs on a Tuesday! Nevertheless any club at all! But before I could talk myself out of it, I fidgeted my legs towards the empty booth at the corner. That way, I would get some time to calm myself down and give myself a pep talk.
• I could not leave, I mean I wanted to, but couldn’t more like would not. I was on a mission and from my research, this was among if not the best place to conduct that mission. All I needed was to spot one guy, who didn’t look scary to complete my mission. But as my eyes roamed around the club, I couldn’t help but feel more out of place. Everyone was dressed to the nines, so gorgeous and sexy, dancing their night away, drinking, laughing, having fun, and here I was, creepily staring at them, in my pink top and preppy skirt with ballet flats! Which were a hand me down from my mother. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, I did not belong here.
• Hastily gathering my belongings, I made my way to get up from the booth but before I could make it all the way to the top, I crash into what seemed like a wall bringing me back to square one as all my belongings were sent flying all over the place. But a wall? In the middle of the booth? The Math wasn’t mathing. Something wasn’t right. Looking up, I came face to face with what looked like a very broad, did I say BROAD, chest belonging to a giant.
• “My eyes are up here sweetie” A low husky voice brought me out of my daze and back to reality, as if in command, my head tilted up in search of the owner of the jaw dropping voice, and as a reward, I was greeted with the deepest, silver-grey eyes I have ever seen. And it was not only his eyes, but his face also, which seemed to have been carefully sculpted by the gods, with his jaw sharper than Arthur’s knife. His entire demeanour, oozed sex and danger.
• “Cat caught your tongue, darling?” He taunted, coming closer, breaking my personal bubble, as if it wasn’t torn already by his presence. He crunched downwards, waiting for my answer. My heart was thumping so fast, I was scared it was going to rip itself out of its cage. Him being so close to me wasn’t clearly helping my case. Garnering the last ounce of courage, I had left of me, I squeaked, “So incredibly sorry Sir, I-I, clearly wasn’t watching where I was going, am really sorry...now if you would excuse me, am just going to go!” I rushed through my words, hoping by that explanation, he was going to make way for me to leave. Bowing my head, afraid of being drawn in by his eyes, I made way to leave and had almost passed him, before I was abruptly brought to a stop by his deathly grip on my wrist, strong to hold me in place, but not enough to hurt me.
• Shocked by his action, I raised my eyes to stare at him, my face scrunching up from both confusion and horror, anxious of what he was planning to do next. And by the smirk on his face, which grew wider on seeing my reaction towards him holding me, he clearly knew what he was doing; antagonizing me and seemed to very much enjoy it. Trying to tug my hands away from his deathly grip only resulted in him pulling me closer to him. After a very unfruitful struggle with this stranger for my freedom, I gave up and tried to reason with him, like a sound civilized human being.
• “Could you please let go of me” I asked, my lips set to a thin line, now aware of the fact that his reluctance to let my hand go, was now drawing the attention of some of the club goers, and I HATED attention! “ I need to go, now!” I stated, my voice laced with venom, letting him know of how frustrated I was with the adamancy to let me go, and if he had indeed heard it, he didn’t quite show it, instead he leaned closer to whisper to my ear. This mere action causing me to stay glued to my spot, the frustrations I was feeling earlier dissipated only to be replaced with a whole zoo of butterflies in my stomach. What was wrong with me?
• “ Yeah sure,” he whispered, his warm breath sending both warmth and chills throughout my body, and it was times like these that I was most grateful for my dark skin, otherwise my entire face would have been red as a tomato. His lips grazing my neck, or maybe it was just me, he continued “ What about your stuff?” Confusion wore my face and it was when he let go of my hand and waved it around the little area we occupied , did I then notice of the mess my belonging had made once they scattered around after our little accident. Embarrassed by the situation, I hurriedly grabbed my belongings, shoving them into the the hello kitty tote bag not caring to arrange them. After that I waved him a quick bye almost face palming myself for doing that, I did not even know the guy, why was I waving goodbye to him as if him and I were acquantainances. But anyway, It was all good. Him and I were probably never going to see each other again because I had decided to never step foot in a club again, at least not this club!
• Hayden’s P.O.V
• I watched as the short, curvy woman scurried off, her kinky curls that were down bouncing as she left the club without a second glance back. She was clearly not for this place and definitely an interesting case, a very interesting case indeed. Slowly getting out of the trance that the pink sweatered woman had gotten me in, I began heading towards my usual spot when I noticed something, a notebook. Hmm, by the pink cover I guessed that it might have belonged to that woman. She must have left it behind while she hurriedly grabbed her stuff, “ Such a careless woman,” I thought, yet so alluring!
• I had seen her walk into the club, everybody had seen her. She looked so out of place, compared to everyone here but still, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was just something about her, something. I couldn’t point out what exactly, all I know was that my body was clearly very much aware of her presence. I wanted to be closer to her, to be near her, to block her beauty and scent from other males, the many males, potentially predators, who were hungrily watching her, waiting for a chance to pounce on their prey.
• She clearly wasn’t aware of the attention she had drawn. She was in her own bubble. Her face, an open book. It looked as if she was talking to herself, trying to convince herself to get out of this place and it turned out, I was right! As she quickly got up from the booth she had occupied at the corner and started her way out. “Good,” I thought, it was better she left. This place was too corrupt for her. It would give, both her and me a piece of mind.
• What did I say about the predators waiting for their chance to pounce? From the corner of my eye, I could see one of the guys, who were drinking, closer to her booth get up to go follow her. He was one of the regulars and he had been eyeing her, ever since she got here. I had never had any problem with him as he was one of the chill guys and never caused a ruckus in this club, but right now, he was starting to piss me off.
• Getting up, I quickly headed towards her direction and since my booth was at the top of the club which gave me a view of the entire club, it also guaranteed that I would cut her front, from leaving the club and before I knew it, the little doll came slamming towards me, her belongings scattering everywhere around us. Steadying her, I checked to see if she was hurt anywhere, because am not exactly the softest guy out there and by the speed she collided me with, it might have caused some damage to her.
• I didn’t know what I was doing, this wasn’t really my business, this woman wasn’t mine to protect. What the hell was I doing here playing knight to this incredibly beautiful woman? I was almost backing off but then she gasped, and I had to summon all the strength I had in me not grab this woman and claim her right there, what the hell was wrong with me? Noticing the blonde guy who had made me get here in the first place, stretching out his hand to call for my woman’s attention, involuntary made me send a harsh glare to the blondie and as if that wasn’t enough, a low animalistic growl escaped my throat letting him know that he wasn’t welcome in this territory. He hesitated a bit, but after laying down the pros and cons, he decided to abandon the mission altogether. I smirked, watching him scurry off back to his groupies who were standing there shocked at first, yet proceeded to taunt him of his failed mission.
• I was now left with the painstakingly beautiful woman. Being this close to her was driving me crazy, I was almost jumping her. I needed to stay away from her. Now that I looked at her closely, by her features she looked so young, at least a good ten years younger than my thirty-five years of age. She was still gazing at my chest, and I won’t lie it was doing wonders to my body, I could still make out her features, her smooth dark chocolate skin, with apple shaped cheeks and a short wide nose as a finishing touch to her face. She looked like a doll, a very sexy doll. One that I very much wanted to tie up in my bed and never let go, one that I wanted to keep for myself and let no other man see or touch! I knew I should get out of there, while I still had the chance, but I couldn’t help but want to taunt her some more, and when she finally looked up, staring at me with those big innocent doe eyes, all that was ringing in my head was, ‘Fuck!’