I'm In.

Chapter 1: How it all started.

We had a laugh; we were really enjoying ourselves after a stressful week. When we proceeded to one of the dance floors, Richard immediately caught the attention of this woman who approached him and they started dancing together. Maggie, Rach, Nicole and I danced for a few more songs, but we then stopped to take some Tequila shots. A group of guys greeted us and started to chat, but Rach and I excused ourselves to the dance floor while Maggie and Nicole showed interest in two of the guys.

- Girl, I have to pee so bad! - I yelled into Rach's ear. She grabbed my hand and started walking through the crowd to the restroom.

Then, this amazingly good looking guy blocked our path. He was seriously very, very good looking, in a manly way. He had a five o'clock shadow and was very big, the graphic definition of MAN. He took Rach's hand and tried to dance with her, but she declined because otherwise I'd be left alone.

- WHAT?! No dear, you are gonna stay right here. I'll go to the bathroom and search for the girls in the bar, but don't you dare move. - I yelled in her ear. Seriously, when was she going to have an opportunity like this again? I was kind of bold, yes, but well, blame it on the shots.

I went into the restroom, did my business, retouched my makeup and left. I was a bit tipsy already, and when I found the girls at the bar, we took a couple more shots. Maggie and I went to the dance floor again, Nicole stayed behind with one of the guys. I was almost drunk; you know that point where it's pure ecstasy but you don't trip in your walk yet, so you are not drunk, but it's more than just tipsy? We were having a blast.

Then I saw this guy in the bar, sitting on a stool, drinking something - probably whisky - with some guys and two security guards at their side. He was fuck*ng huge - or at least he seemed to be from afar - he stood out from the rest of the men surrounding him because of his size, not the bodyguards though, because obviously. He was dressed on a suit, more formal and stylish than anyone else in the whole room. He was just sitting there calmly, sipping from his glass, looking over the club slowly, like searching for his prey, tuning out everything and everyone.

- Hey Mags, I know you wanna go back to your guy friend over there, he's been staring at you since we left the bar. - I told Maggie in the ear.

- I'm not leaving you alone, Ari... But is he really staring? - She squealed.

- Oh, get over there! I just spotted Rach on the corner over there alone anyways; I'll be with her, really. - I shooed her away. She gave in finally and I was left alone. I didn't mind, plus I felt even worse knowing she wasn't enjoying herself, thinking about the guy over there instead.

I wasn't going to dance alone, so I headed to the bar, the alcohol confusing me a bit. I spotted the guy I'd stared at earlier, now surrounded by less people, but still with the bodyguards by his side. This was my only chance to call his attention. I tried to fix my hair and walked in his direction. A few meters away from him, I rested my arms in the bar, staring ahead, faking ignorance.

I suddenly felt his stare and shivered unnoticeably. I continued to stare ahead and asked for a Martini when the barman approached me from the other side of the bar. I played with my short hair while I waited, until my drink arrived. I asked how much it was, and as I was taking the money out, I felt a presence at my side.

- Max, her drink's on me. - A strong powerful voice said from my side.

- Yes, sir. Anything I can get you? - The barman offered respectfully and then left, I'm guessing the man refused the offer.

I turned around slowly and was faced with a chest covered by a fine, expensive suit. I lifted my sight and was met with the most fierce stare ever, power and danger emanated from him in waves. He was just... huge! I almost peed myself, really, if I'd not just go to the bathroom, I'd be wet.

- Thank you... - I said not so loudly, and waiting for his name.

- Lucca. Lucca Hardy. - He replied and just stared at me with a small smirk.

- Ariana. Ariana Miranda. - I mimicked his response and smirked right back.

- Tsk, Tsk. Laughing at me, Ariana. Not good. You seem to be lacking discipline. - He warned. Oh, my god! My insides are on-fuck*ng-fire!

- What do you suggest, Mr. Hardy? - I really am pushing his buttons, but as soon as he turns serious about leaving together, I'll be running out of here. It's not that I'm not attracted, it's just I've never had a one night stand. I always talk more than I should, how am I going to get out of this one though?

- As of right now I can't tell. But let's see how the night continues and I'll think of a good punishment. - He promised, nearing his face to mine slowly, his beard almost touching me.

- Well then, let's make the best of the time we have, before you make a decision. - I whispered naughtily and took him to the dance floor by the hand.