Boss in the Sheets

Chapter 07: You Know Nothing

"Lady Stark!" I replied, laughing, "As long as you're not hinting at Sansa."

"No, of course not," he paused, then said. "You may look like a Sansa but I feel you have more of an Arya vibe"

"I'll take that as a compliment even if I think that I don't look like Sansa or have what it takes to be an Arya," he quickly replied. "You should just take the compliment; it's a genuine one; you don't need to complicate things."

"It's funny how everyone thinks that Arya is amazing and likes her or even stans her, while in reality, people like her tend to be loners, while people like Sansa tend to be you know .. the center of attention."

He looked at me for probably too long and said, "I knew you're an Arya kinda girl"

"What made you think so?"

"I don't know, it's in your Aura" making a circling gesture with his hands.

" Congrats on the win, by the way, that was uhm quite impressive my Lord," I said chuckling. "Thank you, m'lady, you play too ?" he asked

"Yeah, not as good as you apparently" " I've been playing since I was seven so..." he said with a humble tone

"I started playing last year," I replied.

A soothing silence was planted between us, growing peacefully with grace. It felt calming we both sat there enjoying the moonlight that reflected on us, I glanced at his face, he looked angelic regardless of his rough features, arched eyebrows, sharp eyes, high nose bridge, and jawline that could cut my wrist. He looks graceful despite all of that. Jon Snow kind of energy with an angry, perfectly proportioned face, smooth on the inside and rough on the edges.

He broke the peacefulness of the night and he towered over my silhouette, in a sudden move and suggested "Would you want to go somewhere else " with a kinda fake calm demeanor. I felt the anxiety trying to fleet his body but I admired his subtle pretense.

I stood up, trying to match his laid-back demeanor as if this whole situation wasn't already overwhelming to me and now he was trying to get us alone somewhere, and just the idea of me being next to a Greek god was beyond what I could take, but I'll put on a poker face, and I'm thankful that I've sobered up a little bit; either way, I wouldn't be able to have any control over my face expression.

So we're standing right next to each other; maybe this is the closest we have been until now. His body still towers over me, with his broad shoulders and his chest that pops out under his black shirt, like they're looking for an exit, but they seem to be stuck just like I am in this situation. I tried to look away not wanting to draw attention to me fantasizing over his perfectly carved chest that was on my eye level.

"Do you have any place in mind ?" I asked, lifting my chin to meet his face. The kind of face that I only thought existed in old myths and fairytales, and on Instagram, Instagram models are unrealistic, Hollywood has crazy standards but social media belittles them somehow; and here I am blessed by every god out there, at this moment staring at such perfection, and I don't think there are words to describe it.

" Yeah, I know a place, go get your stuff, and uhm let's go! " he said with a happy smile, like a child winning their dream toy as a prize.

We both turned and beelined to the door, he pushed the door handle for me, and I entered first while he held it, my shoulder brushed with his puffed chest. He followed my lead, we separated eventually; he went straight towards the raft of guys he was with, he talked with them and gave them a quick goodbye, on the other hand, I looked for Emma who seemed disappointed to see me leave, and somehow I felt disappointed as well, But who can resist a one on one invitation from a godly looking perfect man; She asked me to join their group in club again, this was a request I'd gladly comply to.