Love Game
Prologue
When it all was started to go wrong?
The dark haired man calmly walked through Central Park. How could any prostitute delight him so much? Just him, Roy Mustang, the most famous Colonel of the Central Army. He left to search for her after the sun had gone down. He sighed… He vaguely remembered the night before, which he had passed with a dancer. She's just a stripper.
He suddenly remembered the appearance of the lady. He remembered her beautiful blonde locks, and her impenetrable amber eyes, and it's like he could still feel her touch and see her bodyit was about her touch and her body. Her curves made it one of incomparable beauty, making any man wanted to touch it. He remembered asking her name. "Sugar," she replied. He knew that it was a lie. He did not know the exact reason, but he wanted to know the real name of the woman. He also remembered their brief conversation while they were drinking. She asked whiskey with water. He asked martini.
"If you don't like it, why do you choose to be a dance, Sugar?"
She laughed. "This is my old brother's night club. He helped me to get rid of problems, and literally saved my life. As he was no girls, he asked me to work here in his night club and because I owed him, I agreed."
He sighed again. How could he have been swept along by a conversation and an exchange of looks? After all, he knew that should not be near her but he wanted to meet her again. And it would be soon. He wonder who she really is and something telling him that it would be impossible for him to have her…and for her to feel the same way.
He was involved together with the blonde woman in a game of seduction, and he would win, whatever the cost.
A/N: Do you like it? Well, a friend of mine was my beta reader, so I think there aren't grammatical errors.
Anyway, I hope you like it. Please, R&R.
