Mark's POV

I try to ignore the way my blood is boiling in my veins not from anger but from the intense attraction I have to the brunette that is currently clutching my hand like a life line.

She's walking drunkenly ahead of me, I find it funny that she's taking the lead because just moments before she was looking at me with doe eyes so warm and brown I could feel myself drowning in them, but her eyes were filled with fear and it made me unreasonably mad, I didn't want her to be afraid of me,I wanted her beautiful eyes to always look at me in adoration.

Where did that come from.

I barely even knew the girl, I'm deep in thought so I don't notice that she's leading us to a dead end until her head hits the wall and I bump into her.

"Ow!" She shrieks rubbing her head simultaneously, I chuckle and she wipes her head around to glare at me, I get a wiff of her silky hair and the semi I've been spoting since she touched me went full blown hard, she's still glaring at me and I apologise to her in a guise to get my mind off my traitorous dick.

“It's fine” she said with a smile, time seems to stop as I stare at her pink bow lips, I wonder how she'd taste, I shake my head to clear it of all the dirty thoughts I'm having towards this stranger, I smile back and then startle as Matt taps me on the shoulder with a look that screams ' get a move on!'

"Earth to Mark! Are you gonna stare creepily at the pretty lady all day or are we gonna go sit?".

His words are like a douse of cold water and I'm suddenly aware that we are the edge of a very rowdy club, I hear her giggle but I ignore it, taking the lead and soon we are upstairs settled into one of the very plush chairs in the V.I.P area, the brunette- I really ought to ask her name, is so still beside me, for a moment I assumed she had gone into an alcohol induced sleep .

I turn from the plexiglass view of the clubbers in various degrees of bad dancing downstairs to look at her only to find her eyes wide open staring into the distance, I wonder what she's thinking about, she's breathing so softly from her mouth, my chest clenches.

“I wonder what Bryan is doing cooped up in that office of his” Matthew sighed frustratedly as the other girl was half asleep on him, and he seemed quite comfortable with that, he looked like he was holding on for dear life.

“I'm sure he's busy”

Bryan's been our friend since college, and for someone who is calm and reserved, runs the most expensive clubs in the city, and tonight, he seems to be signing a new deal now.

“Well we didn't come here to sulk. For someone who has had a shitty day, we came here to party hard, since he isn't here, this fine ladies will do” he said smiling, looking at the woman he held in his arms

It crossed my mind that I came here to drink away my anger but I'd much rather drown in the color of her eyes than whisky.

At the mention of drinking, her friend is up and is chatting animatedly with Matthew and he seems to be amused with whatever she is saying, as they both ordered drinks.

I look back at her and she's already looking at me, my heart clenches again- I set a mental reminder to see a doctor about that, she leans in a bit as though she'd like to say something to me as I do the same.

"Wha-"

"Than-"

Our voices clash and we smile awkwardly.

"You go first"

"You go first"

We say again at the same time and laugh, her laugh is like a beautiful poem, filling the air with its charm.

We sat there in a moment of awkwardness, yet a smile graced both our faces, as I looked at the masterpiece, I found myself inexplicably melting. It was puzzling - I didn’t even know her name, yet every little thing about her captivated my attention.

In that fleeting moment, I realized the enchanting power of a stranger’s smile. It held a mysterious allure, capable of stirring emotions and sparking curiosity. It was a reminder of the beauty and magic that exists in unexpected encounters, leaving an indelible impression on the heart and mind.

I find myself noticing little things like how graceful she is and the black dress that clings to her pert body in all the right places.

"Thank you so much for helping my friend and I, I really appreciate it” She smiled

It's not like I could help it “Be nice and helpful to women in distress” those were my mothers words, and I unexplainably find myself helping out drunk women.

"You're welcome. Whats your name? And what brings you here? First time?”

Turning to her left to glance at her friend who now has her head on Matthew's shoulder - damn, he sure moves fast!.

“My very drunk friend over there is Rachel and I doubt this is her first time here, but it is for me and I'm-" the loud buzzing sound of what I assume is her phone interrupts her and she smiles apologetically as she takes the call.

I'm disappointed that we were interrupted, I would have liked nothing more than to keep getting to know this beauty, she stands up sharply and her bag falls to the floor, I look up at her and her Hazel eyes are filling up with tears, she's still on the phone and right now I would sacrifice my left ball to know what's going on the other end of the phone to be causing her so much distress, she starts shaking violently and I reach for her, by this time Matthew and her friend have noticed that all isn't well and they move towards us, she drops the phone and it slides down her dress to the floor.

"Talk to me" her friend asked in a worried tone.

She didn't speak and as if Rachel knew, she picked up her phone and purse from the floor, staggering a bit from the alcohol, and starts pressing it, even though she looks calm I can see that it is a facade- her movements are sharp and her hand is trembling

"Thank you for your help, but we'll be on our way now" Rachel said in a dramatic voice and I have no idea why she isn't passed out right now.

She didn't want to say goodbye, she was already out of the room, leaving Rachel behind.

“Amelia, wait!” She screwed running after her, shutting the door behind her with a loud bang.

Well, I hope to see more of you Amelia, a smile finding its way to my lips.