Prologue
“Witnesses are reporting that the son of San Francisco’s Mayor, Kenneth Richards, Devin got married after a wild night that began in the city and ended in Miami.
The woman in question hasn’t been linked to young Richards before, does that just mean that the relationship has been a secret this whole time?
More at 7.”
Chapter One
Connie
The floor is vibrating beneath my heels and large hands are on my hips as I grind my ass into the man behind me. I have zero interest in him, I’m just passing time, until the hot guy that I’ve had my eye on all night approaches me.
I could make the first move, but what’s the fun in that?
We’ve been eye fucking one another all night and ever since this dude behind me entered my dance space, Mr. V.I.P. has had a scowl on his face, even when speaking to someone else, he has had me in his eyesight.
He’s extremely attractive. I’m not certain in the flashing lights, but he seems to have dark brown hair, long on top and short on the sides. He has a 5’o’clock shadow, that I’m not sure if it’s on purpose or just because that’s the way he is. The collar of his dress shirt is unbuttoned, with his tanned chest peeking out. There’s also a squint to his eyes, like he’s trying to decipher something, but it’s his natural stare. His thin lips open to a dazzling white smile and there’s just something about him that looks like he knows something I don’t.
I want to know what he knows. I want him to tell me his secrets.
The large hands move around my hips and to my bare stomach, pressing me against him, I can feel his erection, with part of me cringing at the touch making me want to push his hands away, but instead I lean back against him and go with it, close my eyes and I smile while we move to the music.
The song changes, but the grasp on me doesn’t. We continue dancing and after a moment, I dare to open my eyes, only to find the man from the V.I.P. area standing less than five feet away, at the end of the dance floor. He has his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
I’m rather enjoying the cat and mouse game, and not wanting to give in just yet.
I turn in the stranger’s arms and one of his hands lands automatically on my ass, pulling me into him, with one of his legs between mine. I don’t think I’ve danced this close to a guy since I used my fake I.D. in high school. I had forgotten that it’s basically dry humping in public without getting arrested. I silently laugh to myself.
One moment, there’s a palm on my ass and a man in front of me. The next, he’s pushing away from me with a grimace and shouting at someone over my shoulder.
I turn my head slightly, and see the mystery man staring down the stranger. His gaze is intense and shooting daggers at him. Staring down at him with a silent message to back off.
I look back at my dance partner, he holds up his hands and begins to back away.
“What the hell was that? Who do you think you are?” I scowl at Mr. V.I.P., even though I’m excited about his presence.
“You don’t know who I am?” He smirks.
“If I knew who you were, I wouldn’t have asked you. So, you must think that your hot shit, if you imply that I must know you.” I glare at him. “What the hell was that?”
“You and I have been staring at one another all night, I thought that this was a game, where you used him to get at me. It sure as fuck helped, but you could have just walked up to me instead, rather than play a game.”
I shake my head and lie. “I don’t play games.”
“How about you come up to V.I.P. with me, and we’ll get acquainted?” he asks.
“I would love to, but I can’t abandon my friend.” I tell him pointing to Becca, my best friend who is dancing, minding her own business a few feet away, completely unaware of what’s happening.
“She can come too,” he holds out his hand and offers me a swoon worthy smile.
I put up my hand and turn to Becca and invade her dance space.
“What?” she asks after I tug on her hand.
“This hot guy is inviting us up to V.I.P.,” I tell her hitching my thumb in the direction of the mystery man.
“Are you sure? Looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s not like I’m marrying the guy, we’re just going to have a few free drinks.”
She shrugs and we turn to him.
“Lead the way,” I say.
He offers the both of us his arms and we loop ours through them, as he leads us up to the V.I.P. section.
“So, what’s your name? Why are you all fancy in the V.I.P. section? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this area full. Are you a celebrity? No, that can’t be it, I don’t recognize you. You do look a little bit like Scott Eastwood, but you’re totally not.” Becca shakes her head as she thinks out loud.
The mystery man says nothing as he leads us up the stairs. Once we’re past the velvet rope and the big scary man who looks like a mercenary, we head straight to the back of the space, where a couch sits behind three buckets each with bottles in them.
Chapter Two
Devin
She’s hot.
I’m not going to lie and say that she hasn’t caught my eye all night.
And when that steroid pumping asshole grabbed her ass, that was the last straw. I wasn’t going to sit on my high perch and watch him paw at her, when it should be my hands on her instead.
I did what every man should do, when the object of his affection is blatantly ignoring you, I took it back.
I lead her and her friend up to the lounge and pour them each a cranberry and vodka, not even considering asking them if that’s a drink they prefer. It doesn’t matter, the drink is free and everyone here is drinking vodka.
She says that she doesn’t know who I am, so I’m going to use that to my advantage. I’m not a celebrity, but I’m a figure that doesn’t exactly have my life private. My father is Mayor Ken Richards, and I am his only child. And I like to have a good time.
So, in a way, yes, I am a celebrity. The local news keeps tabs on me, the paparazzi sometimes have nothing better to do, than follow me around and sometimes, just sometimes, I’m forgetful and do something incredibly stupid.
Is this something that would qualify as something stupid?
Probably not, but you never know.
I paid off the club to keep this area to my group and to keep out anyone they recognize as press, so far, it’s paid off and so far, I’ve had complete privacy and protection for anyone in my group. It’s refreshing to not see a camera and having to act a certain way.
“So, what’s your name?” She takes a seat next me and ask loudly so I could hear.
“Devin, and you?”
“My name is Constance.”
“Constance sounds like an old ladies name, no offense.” I say smiling so she knows that I’m kidding.
“Tell me about it. My parents were going for bringing back the oldies, it was too late to realize that nothing was being brought back,” she smiles, finishing her drink.
“Looks like we have a thirsty girl.”