In Disguise

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The scent was the first thing which made me question my surroundings.

A deep male scent mixed with the air around me.

As I yawned and rubbed my eyes a different room was laid out in front of me, bright and light with minimal modern furniture and an enormous window which gazed out onto the city from above.

The bed, I noticed, was at least double the size of my own, with a grand silver velvet headboard and white crisp sheets.

I blinked a few times and looked around the room again.

There was no sign of him, the other half of the bed had been made neatly and his clothes from last night which had been tossed around the room were no longer there.

I found some of my clothes to cover myself and padded to the other side of the room. Peering out of the window, I saw that his black sports car was no longer in its space.

There was no doubt in my mind that this would happen. But even then a small part of me had hoped that maybe that day would have played out differently.

As drunk as I was last night, I knew that would be the only time I would ever spend with him; behind closed doors and so under the influence of alcohol that I barely remembered it.

I knew I was not the type of girl that he was interested in. I was not the girl that he rapped about or was seen buying luxury clothes for or jetting off on holiday, so it should have been no surprise to me that he had left.

But somehow last night at the club I managed to snag his attention. His intense blue gaze found me in the crowd and after that I could feel his eyes on me the whole night.

Having said this, I had barely noticed his presence the previous night due to the extremely high level of alcohol in my system.

After consuming more drinks than I could remember, I noticed him again through the crowds and this time he caught my attention much more than he had done earlier in the night.

Undoubtedly the drinks increased my confidence, as well as the fact that they were what had brought me to the nightclub in the first place; I was already drunk from my friend's party beforehand, then someone suggested going to the club and suddenly I found myself there.

It had taken a lot for me to persuade myself to go to the party. I was just on the verge of making up a fake reason to excuse myself from having to go when my friend, as if reading my mind, reminded me that I didn't have to drink if I didn't want to and that I could go home as early as I liked.

Yet somehow and completely unlike myself I managed to get drunk and end up at a nightclub, adding this instance to the incredibly short list of times which I had ever gotten drunk before and making it the first time I had ever set foot in a club.

That night certainly was a night of firsts. Eventually he made his way over to me, his confident smirk visible from the other side of the room and through the dimly lit lighting. His black outfit was simple yet simultaneously very powerful.

"Well that dress would look better on the floor." A smile teased on his lips.

Even the amount of alcohol inside of me could not stop my cheeks from burning red. Anyway my conservative outfit had somehow managed to catch his attention, albeit perhaps for the wrong reasons.

He had noticed me from the other side of the large room yet I hadn't noticed that he had come from the VIP zone of the club or the numerous security guards who watched his every move. I recognised him, but I was too drunk to be shocked about seeing him in person or to realise the consequences of that meeting.

"You're coming with me," he said in a low voice, leaning towards me so I could hear his voice over the rhythmic noise.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar, shrugging off the hoards of drunk, barely covered girls who were desperate for his attention.

"Do you want a drink?"

I nodded instantly, despite having a half drunk glass in my hand and having already consumed enough alcohol to last me a year.

I didn't know what he ordered but he ordered two of them, and when the drinks came he held his glass towards me in a cheers motion before knocking it against mine and downing it in one go. I must have done something similar because my almost empty glass then stood next to his.

"What's your name, what do you do?" He asked. "I think you're really pretty."

"Oh, I'm no one that you'd be interested in."

He chuckled.

"What's your name and what do you do?" I shot back at him, and his chuckle turned into a wholehearted laugh.

"You don't know who I am? I thought I was famous."

I nodded. "Of course I do, you're that rapper guy."

"Wow, thanks for that." He said sarcastically yet smiling in amusement.

Then he leaned closer to me again, his boozy breath on my neck, "You know, you must be one of the only girls in here that hasn't shown me any interest this evening ... playing hard to get, are you?"

I smiled. "So why did you bother coming over?"

"I like a challenge." He smirked.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest, "And how do you know I'm interested?"

He shrugged. "I just know."

His tongue ran along his bottom lip as I watched his eyes scan my body. Surprisingly, this gesture, which normally would have made me painfully uncomfortable, made me feel powerful and pretty.

A tingling feeling began in my stomach.

"I thought you didn't like my dress." I teased.

"I never said that," he said grinning.

I caught his cheeky wink despite the darkness of the club. "Girl I swear you're too pretty."

Smiling, I didn't respond to his comment and instead took a sip of my drink.

"Nah I'm messing, where are my manners?" He smiled, broad and charming, as his dark eyes filled with something I didn't recognise. "Do you want to come back to mine?" He asked.

"Sure" I heard myself respond.