CHAPTER ONE
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Blair checked her phone again, eyes narrowing at the ridiculous amount next to the order.
"Special delivery. Wait at venue until confirmation. Bonus:$500."
She sighed. It was almost midnight. She should've been home, studying for her upcoming tests, not walking into a bar in a dress which was 3 inches below her standards delivering some god damned tequila.
But money talked louder than pride these days.
So there she was:
Outside the door of the club with the weight of three heavy tequilla in her hands and a short black thing she would have never worn in her right mind-which kept riding up her thighs and she pulled it down the fifth time while mentally cursing the co-worker who gave it to her.
"It's sexy ,it'll help you to boost tips"they said.
Yeah.sexy.She felt like an underpaid extra in a bad music video
And just as she entered-
She could smell the sweat, spilt tequila, and too much of expensive cologne.
Blair stepped inside, already regretting every single life choice that had led to her delivering something here in this club.
She hugged the bottles to her chest and walked fast, avoiding eye contact like it might kill her.
And then—bam.
She slammed into someone's shoulder, almost dropping everything.
"Goddamn drunken mad idiots",she muttered to herself and moved ahead without turning back or having any idea that she had just collided with the most sought-after guy.
Asher turned his head.His eyes followed her as she moved forward,glazing at her black dress,killer legs,fierce energy and freely flowing hairs.
"WOW."he muttered.
Something about her was stunning-
Not the kind of stunning that tried. The kind that didn't care—and somehow that made it worse for him and impossible to ignore.
But then she just disappeared like a passing thought in the crowd.
There,Blair finally reached the group and placed the tequila bottles on the table infront of the person who ordered this, as if they were an insult to her and crossed her arms.
"Here,sign the confirmation so that I can leave."
"You're not staying here till the party's over"He laughed in a fully drunken manner,tipsy with the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth.
"I am not planning to until and unless I get paid to vibe here,now sign."
Saying this she looked down at her smartphone and texted her company.
"Can I leave? The bottles's are delivered."
A second later the response pinged in
"Please stay until the party is over. Bonus applies only if present during confirmation."
Blair sighed, loud enough for herself, not anyone else.
Great.
She rolled her eyes and turned away, retreating herself to the farther most corner of the room where she saw a worn-out couch half-hidden in the shadow the one place where the bass wasn't rattling her bones, and therefore sat down and crossed her legs.
She kept adjusting the hem of the dress as she it was riding above her thighs, pulling it down again and again like she could force it to behave.
Her eyes avoided the crowd.As she sunk into the sofa her phone which was kept on the sofa lit up again. She looked at the name—eyes narrowing.
A beat passed. Her jaw tightened.
Then she flipped it over and hit silent.
Not tonight.
Asher was dancing on the floor with his friends to the lights flickering and the dj screaming something unintelligible.
When suddenly his focus fell on the dimly lit corner of the room,that's when he saw her.AGAIN. He saw those beautiful dead looking eyes and got lost in them.AGAIN.
"Heyy"he elbowed his friend.
"What!?"
"Who is she?" He pointed towards blair.
"Delivery girl,man.Doubt it"
"Do you know her?" He muttered to his friend.
"NO"
"Then Come,let's get to know her."saying this he pulled his friend's hand.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 🌷
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RomanceShe delivered tequila. He delivered trouble. Blair's 19, broke, and barely holding it together. Between college classes, rude customers, and working two jobs just to pay rent, she's used to keeping her head down and her attitude sharp. Asher's the...
