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A/N: This is a ChasexOC story. The OC's name is Akahana and this is the exact ideal look for her that I visualized: 'http:(two slashs)i52(dot)tinypic(dot)com(slash)30wxbp2(dot)jpg'
I do not take ownership for this drawn image as it belongs to it's rightful owner.

Warning: This prologue may contain a little lime, but it's not bad. I promise. Enjoy and please review if you choose to read through! C:

The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Prologue

One Night Stand

-x-

Chase.

That was his name.

He changed my life forever,

And this is how it all began…

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It was just another late Friday night down at the Jackson bar. Nothing new, nothing exciting. I'd take the same old ferry, be greeted by Pascal, and head down to the mainland for another lonely night with another lonely boy. Ask no name, take no number.

I sat in my usual spot, at the far end of the bar counter, downing another bottle of Blueberry fizz. Time was passing slowly and I had nothing better to do. I was always alone for the first hour, so I mostly kept to myself. Usually the bar is crowded with singles ready to mingle, but tonight it was awfully deserted.

I breathed in the poison, bitter scent coiling through my nostrils. I knew in the back of my mind that I should stop, but there was an urging sense in my body telling me to drink more, and with no hesitation, I would relish the bottle. The liquid sensation ran through my body, the warmth engulfing me.

I glanced around the bar when I noticed a couple nearby ordering drinks over the counter. The girl had long, caramel hair and a tight black dress that hugged her curves. The man next to her wore a black suit. He had messy brown hair and an unshaven face.

He had his arms around her hips but would often lower them and explore her behind. They giggled and cuddled as they ordered their drinks. After they received their drinks, he took her hand and led her to a nearby table where they sat and conversed. I found myself frowning undesirably as I watched them.

After awhile, the couple stood up and the man led her to the small dance floor, pulling her in by her waist. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes as they swayed to the music in a romantic fashion. I assumed they were dating. Most guys would never treat a girl in such a romantic manner if all he wanted was to get in her pants. Instead, he would try to seduce her with cheesy pick up lines and cheap drinks.

The man nuzzled his face into her cheek and she blushed and giggled, slapping his shoulder playfully. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear that made her smile and peck him on the lips. At first I was irked by their cheesy love, but then I realized that I was envious. I'm twenty four and I've never even experienced true love. I thought I was in love once, but it turned out I was only young and naive.

I pressed the bottle to my lips to only find that it was empty. I hovered my hand in the air to grab the bartender's attention and he turned to me and smiled.

"What 'ill it be, miss?" He asked with a charming grin that flashed a perfect set of pearly whites. He was young and handsome, most likely in his mid twenties, with short black hair and thick rimmed frames that complimented his features perfectly.

"The usual," I responded monotonously. He knew me by now. After all, I'm a regular here. But even so, we have never bothered to exchange names. I guess it didn't really matter, I'd forget it by the end of the night... just like every other guy I meet here.

He placed a glass in front of me, juggled a few bottles and then poured the alcohol in. He pulled out a lemon, sat it neatly on the side of the glass and dropped a straw in.

"That'll be seven dollars, miss."

I reached into my purse, searching for some change and handed it over. He thanked me and I downed the drink quickly. It was refreshing, slightly bitter but pleasing in its own way. I didn't hesitate in calling him over again for another round.

He refilled my empty glass and before I could even take a sip it was pushed across the counter by smooth fingers that were slender than the bartender's.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" an unfamiliar voice remarked.

I glanced up to meet my stranger's eyes when my heart almost leaped out of my chest. Striking violet eyes bore into my heavenly blues and messy peach hair outlined a fair skinned face. I admit, he was attractive. A little too attractive for a place like this. Was he in the right place?

I was so overwhelmed by his beauty that I had almost forgotten my drink being taken away from my possession.

"There's no such thing as enough," I retorted, then reached for my drink when I felt a tight grip on my hand. I was taken aback by his violet eyes staring intently at me. I almost choked as I snatched my hand away from his hold.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I shot him a cold glare.

"Hey, you know I paid for that drink!" I exclaimed.

The stranger replied with silence as he turned to the bartender and ordered a glass of water. He slid the water in front of me. I cocked an eyebrow then pushed the glass away.

"No, thanks."

He was strange. I was so used to guys buying me countless drinks to get me drunk. After all, the drunker she is, the easier to sway, right?

I examined him, but I couldn't work out what he was thinking. His expression was inscrutable. Just what was his motive?

"Geez, you're stubborn. You should just drink it. Your body is going to be dehydrated from all that alcohol you've been consuming."

As he spoke, a strand of peach hair fell over his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three hair clips and pinned back the fallen strand.

"How would you know how much I've drank?" I scoffed. Who was he trying to be? My father?

He leaned in, his mouth inches from my ear. "Maybe because I've been watching you..." he spoke softly and I quivered to the heat of his breath against my ear. His voice was low and I felt a shiver travel down my spine. I bit my lip, attempting to retain my poise.

I rolled my eyes and threw my hand in the air, waving it back and forth to motion him to back off. "Sorry, I don't usually find the creepy stalker types attractive."

He leaned back and let out a small chuckle. "Yeah? Well, lucky for you, I'm not one."

I kept my head turned away. He made me feel slightly intimidated and I was beginning to lose my composure. This wasn't like me at all. Usually, I have the upper hand in these situations.

"I thought it was interesting how the only pretty girl here is alone. Do you come here often?" he questioned, curiosity flickered in his eyes.

I cocked my head his way and observed him as he pressed the rejected glass of water to his lips.

"All the time," I replied. "And you?"

He glanced at me through the corner of his violet eye and placed the empty glass down on the counter. "First time."

A soft snigger escaped my lips. "Figures."

"How…so?"

I twirled a strand of my long black hair between my fingers. "I can tell. Most guys here use the 'buy her more drinks and use cheesy pick up lines' method to get a girl to come home with him." I broke away from his stare and watched the bartender serve a nearby customer. "They don't normally exchange her drink for water and tell her that she's had enough." I smirked, "It's more like she hasn't had enough."

My words were met with silence until he let out a mocking laugh.

I narrowed my eyes. "What?" I scowled, scanning his face.

He toyed with a pin in his hair as the curves of his lips grew. "Are you honestly that narcissistic that you think every guy you meet at a bar wants your body?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not my body, a body."

"Well, lucky for you. I only came here for a drink," he said before whistling for the bartender and then turning back to face me. "So, what's your juice, miss loves-herself-too-much?"

"Yam Cocktail," I frowned.

He ordered a Yam Cocktail and an Olive Cocktail. I realized I was out of change but he offered to shout me. The bartender filled our drinks and the peach haired stranger slid my drink across to me before he clutched his own and hungrily guzzled the beverage. He licked his lips then turned to me. "Why the glum face?"

I stared down at my cocktail, circling the outer tip. "You really only came here for a drink?"

I admit I was a little disappointed. He was cute, but not at all interested in me. It was just my luck. I didn't want to go home alone tonight, that's not how my Friday nights end.

He nodded, then ordered another Olive Cocktail. I haven't even had a taste of my own drink and he's already going for seconds. I finally took a sip of my beverage and brushed my tongue across my lips, savoring the impeccable taste. It was rather quenching and not in the slightest bitter.

"How strange. I've never met a guy here who didn't have the intention of taking a girl home and fucking her all through the night," I stated.

He sighed, taking a mouthful of his Olive Cocktail. "Look, I'll admit you're a beautiful girl, but I only came here for a drink." He placed the glass down and tilted his head in my direction as a smirk crept onto his lips. "Sorry to disappoint."

I rolled my eyes and called the bartender over. I ordered us a few more drinks, with violet eyes here paying, of course.

I turned back to him and smirked, "Me? Disappointed? Not in the slightest."

I had a feeling it was going to be a long night and I wouldn't be leaving any time soon. This boy was certainly not keen on taking me home with him, and for the first time, I guess I felt… defeated.

-x-

Time passed and we remained by the bar conversing, both of us had a fair bit to drink. The room was spinning and I was loving every moment of it. It was strange, but I've never had a decent conversation with a stranger at a bar before. It was usually small talk and then out the door and back to his house for a long, intimate night together that neither of us would remember in the morning, but he was different. He really only came here for a drink. I figured going to bars to pick up women wasn't his thing, which was a shame because he was pretty cute. It was hard to fight the urge to eat his face right then and there, I was drunk and I wanted him bad.

The music grew louder and a song I recognized chimed through the speakers. I squealed like a hyena and slid off the stool.

"Ooooh, I love this song!" I shouted and yanked him by the wrist. "Come on, let's dance!" I staggered towards the dance floor, but he pulled me back.

"Hey, take it easy," he said, grabbing me by the shoulders as I stumbled back and forth. Everything was a complete blur as the room rotated hysterically. I felt like a little girl sitting on a merry-go-round again.

I continued to jerk at his arm, trying to drag him along to the dance floor.

"Dance with meeeee!" I hissed in his ear but ended up ejecting saliva onto his cheek. He squirmed in disgust as he wiped his cheek clean.

He snatched his hand away from my hold and shook his head violently. He turned away, his back facing me as he commented coldly "No way. I don't dance."

A smirk played on my lips as I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled my face into his back. I then clasped my hands onto his shoulders and threw him back. He stumbled as I pushed him aggressively towards the dance floor. "You do now, idiot," I giggled and his expression was evidently displeased.

I could tell the alcohol had got to him as he wobbled back and forth, I followed after him and he half-smiled. I knew he had finally given in.

We started to dance, well, maybe not him, but I did. I swayed my body from side to side perfectly in rhythm with the beat. When I began to sing along to the lyrics, he shook his head timidly realizing how terrible of a singer I was. I didn't care though, I was drunk and nothing mattered.

"At least I can dance!" I shouted over the music and he rolled his eyes as he stood there awkwardly. Eventually, he began to move.

I winked at him as he smirked and latched his hand into mine, twirling me around. We distanced ourselves with our hands linked, and then he pulled me back into his chest. I released his hold and started to grind up against his body before moving away. I spiraled my hands above my head and spun around a few times. I swung my lower body in sync to the music and hummed along to the lyrics. He watched me, the corners of his lips curved as he bobbed his head high and low while swaying slightly from side to side. I chuckled lightly as I eyed his dance moves. Awkward and just painful to watch.

I couldn't believe how much fun I was having. I always noticed the undersized dance floor at the bar and the couples moving to the music on it, but I never had a chance to try it out myself. Tonight was so much more different compared to my usual nights here. It was strange, but I was loving every moment of it.

The song soon came to an end. I stretched my arms and legs and huffed. He paced over to me, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"That was… lame," he said with droopy eyes and lowered his head slightly. "I'll never do that again."

I grinned deliriously and almost lost my stance when my legs lunged forward. I fell into his arms and he held me tightly as our eyes met. I couldn't contain myself. I exploded into a fit of chortles. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he straightened me.

"Hm, yeah, very different from the girl at the bar." He remarked, sweeping a messy strand of black hair out from my eyes.

"Well, I'm drunk, bitch." I spat my tongue out at him then started to laugh again.

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. His violet eyes were so deep and compelling, I felt lost in his gaze.

The night was going to end soon. I frowned knowing how much of a waste it would be to not even have a taste of those soft lips of his. I couldn't resist him any longer. Why does he have to fight his own desires? I can tell he wants this just as much as I do.

I leaned in, closing the distance between his ear and my lips. "You know…" I uttered in the most seductive tone I could make and tugged playfully at the neckline of his shirt. "It would be such a shame if you went home alone tonight."

He placed a hand on my shoulder and I shuddered at his gentle touch.

"What are you trying to get at?" he whispered, followed by a smug smile.

I licked my lips and looped a finger around a strand of my hair. I was trying to be as sexually enticing as I could, but a part of me felt a little embarrassed that I was trying too hard. I never usually act this way, trying to be cute or flirtatious wasn't my thing. Guys would already be up for a little fun without the need of seduction, but this boy, he was much harder to sway than I thought and I'd do anything to have him... except make the first move. I wasn't about to launch myself at him, no, no, playing hard to get is my thing. So why am I the one having to beg for him?

"The night doesn't have to end so soon," I bit my lip and gazed up at him with subtly pleading eyes. "Just one night, that's all I'm asking."

He stared at me in silence for a moment. I blinked, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't read his face. I had no idea what he was thinking and the thought of being rejected frightened me a little. I've never been rejected, simply because I normally don't ask. It would be a huge slap to my pride. I couldn't even believe what I was doing now, but desire was burning hot and heavy inside me, so I'd push my pride away just for tonight. I always get what I want, so I'm not about to be defeated.

I gasped in shock when he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me up against the wall. My heart was throbbing violently in my chest as he stared intently at me with his captivating violet eyes. He took me by surprise when he pressed the palms of his hands against the wall, trapping me between him. I eyed his arms, they weren't manly, but they weren't too feminine either. I had a feeling he was good with his hands and this made me ponder with excitement.

I was knocked out of my fantasies when his lips met mine. I felt my stomach flutter as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He licked my lips, begging for entrance. I gave in and parted my lips, savoring the pleasurable sensation of his tongue wrestling with mine. I ran my hand up his back and through his messy peach hair. His hand trailed up and down the side of my body. A moan escaped from my lips as his mouth trailed down to my neck, biting and kissing until he hit the right spot. I felt weak at my knees. This was too good to be true.

He moved his lips to my cheek, pressing a gentle kiss before whispering into my ear: "You win."

I shuddered at the tone of his voice. I felt my body thumping with desire as he interlaced his hand with mine and led me out the bar. He waved his arm in the air, signaling for a taxi. Once it pulled up near the curb, we jumped in. He slid his hand slowly up my thigh as a smirk crept to my lips.

The night has only just begun.

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