Don't try to Escape

Chapter 1 - part III

Near to the boxes, I see a man and a woman arguing intensely. Some people try to break up the fight between them, but they just ignore everyone. I freeze for a moment, deciding how to convince them. Just get your ass out of here, this never ends well. I step back to move to another direction and find the bar, but my luck is such a bitch that my shoes slipped on the ground, and I slide on the wooden floor.

Damned shoes!

I prop one of my arms against the wall of a box before I could fall with my ass on the floor.

This could be an epic fall.

Two security guards next to the wall look at me with some expectation. They don't wear uniforms like the others, and they don't make anything to help me. Thank you, guys.

I look at the box while I put myself together after almost falling. Two Asian men are sat on a big, leather couch. They were with two women who look like supermodels.

No more models, please.

I hope that they didn't see me slipping on a banana peel and almost falling over the floor. I pull the bottom of my dress down and a strand of hair behind my ear. I realize that this box is bigger than the other ones. A lot bigger, actually. I guess three times bigger, and there is a bar with an exclusive bartender. They must be tycoons, that is why there are some extra bodyguards. In the same box, there is a tall man, hidden in the shadows observing the dance floor downstairs. The soft light doesn't reach him, and it makes him look shady and distant. I'm not the only one here, that comforts me. His back is covered by a white untucked dress shirt, with dark jeans. Or would it be black? His hair is black as pitch, and it touches the dress shirt collar slightly.

I take my hand off the railing and walk carefully, with my shoes on, checking where it is safe to step on. The low lighting of that place doesn't let me see what made me slip over, maybe it is a thrown napkin on the floor. Peals of laughter coming from the box bring my attention back to it. The brunet was also attracted by them, it is probably pickled japs. The Asians seem to have fun surrounded by the models because the peals of laughter can be heard even with the loud sound from the club. The squeeze my eyelids to see it better, and I just observe the brunet in the shadows, and I stare at him, unconsciously. The shirt is stretched over his chest, and the sleeves are wrapped until the elbow; the jaw muscles sculpt his masculine face. He is very handsome and, probably, a model too.

One more for the list.

I got lost in his beauty, and I realize I'm drooling over that man while he is hugged around the waist by a woman. Her brunette hair is long and straight, and a short green dress sculpts her curvy body. He puts one of his arms over her shoulders as if she was an accessory to his outfit, what makes her give a smile. I roll my eyes.

How can women settle for so little?

Suddenly, I feel the hair behind my neck standing on end, and I don't need to look around to know who is looking at me. I know it's him. The struggling inside encourages me to look at him. Curiosity is calling out, and my eyes pass over the brunette towards Mr. Masculinity on her side. His dark eyes stare me down yet hidden by the shadow. I regret looking at him even before realizing it. He has that kind of look that burns. His dark eyes shine in the dark just like a predator. He stills gazing at me, and I'm incapable of moving.

Damned it, I'm blushing.

In a soft movement, he pulled away of his partner and steps into the light. He becomes taller as if the lightness grows him up. The more visible he gets, his eyes that stare at me, look even more profound and dark. Superiority emanates from him. I stop breathing and my jaw drops by looking up to such intensity. My knees start shaking, and I feel unquiet, but I don't even know the reason why. Fuck! I think he has noticed my breathless, because I see a subtle smile, but cocky on his lips. I smile lifting the corner of the mouth that says "Oh, yeah, I saw you." I try to accommodate myself not no look intimidated.