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Sean
I glace around the party with a self-satisfied smile playing on my lips. This is a fucking big deal – the type that teenage me could have only dreamed about – and it just reminds me once more that I really have hit the jackpot in life. There was a time when I thought I might be doing the wrong thing by focusing so hard on my studies, and not socializing as much, but now I can see that I was just being smart.
Where all the cool kids were partying and acting wild, I was studying, trying to build a future for myself, and it’s worked. Those kids are now working dead-end jobs and struggling to make ends meet, and I have the entire fucking world at my feet. I created a security based app when I was only nineteen years old that completely changed the face of the CCTV and I ended up becoming filthy rich very quickly.
Then I started to live my life.
Once I had the company up and running for me, I began partying and having some fun, and I quickly found that because of my sacrifice I could have yeas of fun rather than just my time at school. I found booze, for a short period I found cocaine – although I was long done with that these days – and I found women.
Oh my God, the women.
Now that I’m a rich, successful man, I don't even have to go out looking for them – they are constantly throwing themselves at me. In school, I was the slightly odd geeky kid who girls didn’t even look at, now I have them dripping from my arm, so desperate to get me into bed that they will do anything... seriously anything.
I quickly took advantage of this and set myself on a journey of sexual exploration. I discovered all sorts of awesome things that I love and now I feel satisfied with the person that I am.
Well, sort of.
More recently I’ve been feeling a little lost with my lifestyle. The constant stream of endless women in my bed doesn’t fill me with the happiness that it once did. I find myself actually trying to talk to these chicks, trying to build some form of connection. Whereas before I had my tried and tested set of lines to get a woman naked, now I find myself trying to actually find something in common with them – it’s really weird.
“Congrats, boss,” one of my minions grins at me, patting me on my arm. He’s one of the techy guys, and my company has so many of them that it’s hard to remember all of their names, so I simply smile as a response. “You’re gonna do awesome at this.”
My company has just been awarded a federal contract with the CIA to help build a surveillance center – which is amazing news, the biggest that we’ve ever dealt with, and the one that will really put me on the map. The only problem is going to be sharing this with my business rival – Zach Neal. I fucking hate that guy, I have no idea how I’m going to even be in the same room as him, never mind work alongside him. I’m doing my best to just suck it up and get on with it, but I’m really not sure how it’s going to realistically work.
I stare at him for a moment, watching him circle the room in an expert way. I might be a stocky, well-built, muscular man who clearly takes care of his body, whereas Zac is weedier with a really irritating face, but somehow he has the charisma that draws people in. It has caused him to win contracts over me more than once, which has only intensified our rivalry. People do gravitate to me too, but I don't feel like it’s in exactly the same way. I feel like I have to work a lot harder for it, as if the scars from my lonesome school days are still in there somewhere.
I need to talk to someone, I realize. I can’t just continue to stand on the outskirts of this celebratory party by myself.
But who...?
There isn’t anyone that inspires me to go and speak to them which makes it very difficult. I spend all my time in the office with these guys, so I don't feel like I have anything new to say to any of them, and there aren’t any new faces that are drawing me in...
Whoa.
I suddenly spot a woman at the bar who I’ve never seen before. I shift on my feet as I drink in her long flowing red hair, her porcelain skin, and something of a dirty smile playing on her lips. I don't normally make any effort to chase women – especially not while I’ve been so uninspired by them recently – but there’s something about this one that is drawing me in. She has deep brown eyes, and amazing cheek bones. Plus, there are those legs that seem to go on forever. The black dress that she has on is hugging her curves perfectly, and is showing off just a hint of her rack.
She is something else!
Her eyes flicker around the room as she sips on her drink, and for some reason I desperately don't want her to find whoever it is that she’s looking for. I want to get in there and speak to her first while she’s alone and actually approachable. Before I can even make a proper decision, I feel my legs striding forward, being bold for me.
As she sees me approaching I watch her shift her position, making her body language much more open to me. That instantly sparks a feeling of hope in my chest. If she wants to speak to me too, that has to be a good sign that I’m not about to get blown off in front of all these people.
“Well, hello there,” I grin at her, wiggling my eyebrows at her. “And what is a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“Oh God,” she laughs, rolling her eyes, her entire being relaxing somewhat. “Does that sort of line ever work?”
“No,” I act like I’m admitting, but really I’m blatantly lying. That line has worked for me on more than one occasion. “I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” she holds onto my arm as she confides in me. “I was just starting to get really bored.”
“Who are you here with?” I need to establish this before I go any further – I don't want to be dealing with any bullshit boyfriends in a moment.
“My uncle,” she waves her hand dismissively over her shoulder. “But he went off to some meeting pretty quickly.” That’s one of the most unfortunate side effects of business parties – more often than not, work came into the picture. “So I’m just having a few drinks here at the bar, by myself.”
“I’ll hang out with you,” I grin, feeling instantly captivated by her. There’s just something about her casual manner that I want to get to know more. She doesn’t seem desperate or needy in any way, which excites me more than I have been for a very long time. “I suppose,” I joke, causing a big beaming smile to spread across her cheeks. “Sean, by the way.”
“Michaela,” she grins, shaking my hand, sending bolts of electricity coursing through my veins.
We slide into a nearby booth and start to chat more intently. I tell her a little about me and my business, and she tells me a little about her boring office job that doesn’t excite her in any way. I don't feel like I learn too much about her from her actual words, she’s being quite vague about things, but I do feel like I get a better impression of her from the way she is. She seems sweet, with a kind heart, and there’s a definite sultry side to her. She’s clearly a very sexual being just from the way that she holds herself – which intrigues me. I really want to know more about her in that way.
“The speeches are starting,” she giggles, flicking that luscious hair out of her face. “Don't you need to listen to this?”