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Sitting at a table in a private corner of a bar, I ask for a beer and a few minutes later, that's when I see her walk in with a man that isn't the most popular client of mine. Tim Haggin. He's a former NASCAR driver, who has won several championships over his career. Though he was always praised for how good he was, his career then became overshadowed from headlines about how he treats women and other activities that he seemed to get a bad rep for outside of NASCAR. My company does background checks on people that work for us and clients that we work with and he's been turned down. On one incident, he beat a woman so badly, she had a concussion, a broken jaw and a broken orbital bone. My question is, what on earth is a woman as beautiful as the one who walked in with him, doing with him?
She looks like she could be no more than about 5 foot 6, with curves for days that make men look as she walked by. Long dark and curly hair, with blue eyes that complimented her tan skin. Full, pink lips. Dressed in a black dress that reached a few inches above her knees and sleeveless, though it clung to her curves, and I couldn't help but want to take a look at them, up close. Black heels that helped show her toned legs, and a clutch in her hands. Now, I would usually have a woman like that in my bed like I always do, but I've grown tired of it. It didn't excite me anymore and yet, something about her woke something up inside of me. The need to posses her. To own her. She started looking around and when our eyes met, something happened. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but it was something and that something gave me the feeling that she could be dangerous. Her eyes stay on me until the man motions her to grab a seat on the far end of the bar where the man still doesn't seem to notice me, in a black suit with a white button up shirt underneath.
Someone discreetly walks up to the man and quietly tells him something, causing Haggin to go with him, leaving the woman by herself. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her as she keeps her spine board straight as she signals for the bartender. The guy tends to her and smiles before pouring her a drink. I get this overwhelming urge to get a closer look at her and I act on it. Casually making my way to her, I see her back stiff up when I get close enough to touch her, as if she could sense me. When she turns around, I see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that I have ever seen in my life. Those soulful blue eyes that look like it could just look deep into your soul and give truth to your eyes being the windows to them. There is an unspoken pull between us that neither one of us is willing to admit at the moment with words. Full lips that make me just want to bite and kiss them over and over again, until I have them red and swollen.
"Mr. Reigns, what a surprise seeing you here." Says Tim Haggin as he makes his return and takes my thoughts away from thinking about what I wanted to do to her. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"There's a party going on tonight and I was wondering if you the two of you would like to attend?" I ask. "It'll be on 44th street, at The Grand Hotel. The McMahons will be there."
"Absolutely." He automatically answers without so much as blinking an eye or talking to the woman about it.
I simply look over at the man before turning my attention back to his female friend. "Perhaps, you'll attend as well, Ms...?"
"Giselle Pena." She answers with the sweetest voice I've ever heard, laced with confidence.
"Then I'll make sure I leave your name at the door." I say before taking one more look at the woman, and see her eyes sparkle before leaving. I can already tell that I'm not going to be able to walk away from her.
GISELLE
Tim is driving his brand new Lincoln Continental and talking a mile a minute, showing the excitement he has about going to this grand party that we were now headed to. I had no intentions of doing anything with anyone after dinner. But that man that I saw. The way our eyes met and what I felt, was indescribable. It was as if we were speaking, without really speaking. The man was tall. Maybe 6 foot 3, 6 foot 4 range and easily outweighs Tim by over 100 pounds it seems with a body that looks like he spends a great amount of time in the gym. Black hair that was pulled back into a neat bun, and a beard that looked like he was growing out. But I liked the look on him. It made him look rough, but devastatingly handsome and sexy at the same time. Then add in the sound of his voice and everything about him, physically, can have the ability to make you want to just keep making him talk or something to keep him around. That's someone you don't get tired of seeing or hearing.
"Do you realize who this guy is?" Tim asks, bringing me back to the present. "He's Roman Reigns. One of the most successful CEO's here in New York City, and a self-made billionaire. He's one of the best in the shipping company and owns several ships. You sure are my lucky charm. Who would have thought that he, of all people, would pay attention to me and invite me to anything."
I look out the window and watch the cars that are on the road. Even at 8 o'clock at night, the city was still buzzing and going strong with bright lights, people, noise as if the cold air didn't bother them at all. Just everything that I grew to love about this city. Being born and raised here, you get the natural ability to put up with everything that comes with living here. It's all normal to you because it's what you know. As for why I'm here in this car, in the first place, that's something completely different. Sometimes growing up here in New York won't always prepare you for why I'm with this creep of a man and I was still paying for my mistake of choosing him to help me out. That's a story for another day, though.
"Giselle, pay attention." Tim scolded. "You need to be on your best behavior tonight while we're there and we need to be on the same page."
"Me? You're the asshole that has the bad reputation!" I exclaim. "I'm not the one trying to impress these people, anyways. They don't even know me."
"But you're still going to be by my side." He snapped. "They're not going to pay attention to me even in the slightest with you misbehaving."
I glared at him and if looks could kill, he would have been dead a long time ago. "Funny because the last time I checked, I'm not your girlfriend, nor your daughter. Stop telling me what to do and how to behave. Compared to you, I'm an angel with all of the shit you've done."
He laughs quietly before finding a parking. Quickly getting out, I waited for him and gasped when he grabs my arm and pulls me to him, not caring at the moment about how others are staring while passing by as he tightens his grip, causing me pain.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, little girl." Tim quietly says, and I can smell the liquor on his breath. "But you'll do as I say, for as long as I please. Misbehavior won't be tolerated."
"Karma will come for you and when it does, may the heavens be in your favor." I tell him.
"You and your stupid belief in Ancient Gods and the whole Ancient Greece and Rome crap." He mumbles before letting me go.
I softly rub my arm through my jacket as if it'll help, though I know it won't hide the bruises that will soon appear. As we enter the hotel that holds the ballroom, Tim lets the doorman know our names, though the man looks at us strangely until he mentions Mr. Reigns. We're let in and I'm in awe of the detail that went into the place as we make our way to the coat closet. The beige walls with gold outlines. The paintings on the ceilings and the artwork that was put up on just about every wall it seemed, looked to be worth at least thousands of dollars each. Carpets and furniture that you would find in the most expensive homes and people who were dressed to the nines with the intent to impress and because that's just how they rolled. That's part of how they lived their life.
Looking around, I couldn't see Mr. Reigns around and I couldn't help but wonder why a part of me felt disappointed. When the man and I looked at each other earlier in the bar, something happened. Something passed between us and I'm not sure what to call it or make of it. I don't even know what to call the feeling I had when we locked eyes. Before I knew it, Tim went his own way, trying to get the attention of a woman that walked past him in a form fitting red dress. Which of course, left me alone in a place filled with people that I don't know. And I was completely out of place here. The way people looked at me clearly told me that they knew I didn't belong. They knew that I'm not one of them and their eyes asked me why I was here, as if they can smell that I'm not rich like any of them. Truth is, I don't belong in places like this with these type of people. I never did. I came from nothing and because I don't have billions to my name, I'm nothing to these people. Just beneath them like everybody else who aren't a part of the rich and elite.
"Giselle!" I hear Tim exclaim. "Stay by my side, will you?"
"You left me to go after someone." I said to him and he immediately grabbed my arm, squeezing it harder than he did before, pulling me with him.
When we got to a private area, he yanked my arm and pulled me close to him. At 6 feet tall with short brown hair, and brown eyes, he had an accent that what I assumed was from Massachusetts and had one a grey suit with a white shirt underneath that has the top two buttons loose. I could smell a hint of the aftershave that he had used before meeting up with me earlier in the night, showing the dimple in his chin and the smoothness of his cheek. His eyes were cold and heartless, just like the rest of him, and it was just another reminder of the mistake that I had made. A mistake that I wish I never made.
"Let go of me." I whimper when I start to lose feeling in my arm, but he just squeezes tighter to keep me from leaving. I tried pushing him away, but to no avail, because he would just tighten his grip, making it feel like I was loosing blood supply to it. "Tim, stop it. Please, just let me go. I didn't do anything."
"Listen here, you stupid little girl." He growls. "Stop being a bitch, will you? You've done nothing but talk back to me for the last month and give me hell, and I'm getting really tired of it. You've had no problem showing me that you have a mouth on you and you don't have a problem talking back. But you need to behave when you're with me, do you understand? I'm not one of your little low life friends who put up with it. You're doing a great job at showing how much you don't belong here."
"You think I give a shit about belonging here with these people?!" I exclaim quietly, not wanting to make a scene, but at the same time not caring if I draw the attention of the people that were around. "I don't owe you anything anymore, remember? Fuck you, Tim Haggin. You want to be disrespectful and think you will continue getting away with it, fuck you for being so damn stupid!"
"How dare you!" He yells at me, raising his hand to hit me when someone grabs his arm, stopping him from doing so.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A deep voice boomed throughout the hallway, causing some to gasp as a few people came over to me.
Security quickly got to him and held him back. The man behind the voice was none other than Vince McMahon who was a business man, an executive and CEO of his own company. The man's net worth is over a billion dollars and doesn't seem like he'll let go of his position any time soon. Though I don't really know much about him, I've definitely heard of him on several occasions as well as his family and by the looks of it, his son and son-in-law were there with him.
"Mr. McMahon, sir." Time started saying. "It's nothing serious, we were just talking, weren't we?"
"I'm done making excuses for you." I say, feeling the anger rolling off of him in waves as he stared at me with such hatred for not defending or justifying his behavior. I became numb as a woman helped me to the bathroom and though I heard someone say something about the police, I paid no attention to it as I made my way to the bathroom. It had over a dozen stalls and a long mirror where the sinks were. The lady who had bought me to the bathroom, took me to the sink and looked me over, stopping at my arm, assessing the bruising that had appeared. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the lighting in here and flinched when she touched my arm.
"It's okay, sweetheart, I just want to check it out." Her touch was gentle and I slightly relaxed as I payed attention to her and my surroundings. The woman was older than me, maybe in her fifties, though she looked good for her age. Short blonde hair with blue eyes and glasses and she wore a simple blue dress that bought out her eyes. There was a cushioned chair in a corner with a small table next to it.
"Mom, are you okay in here?" Asks a woman, who was a bit more tan in complexion from me, though she had brown hair and brown eyes. I saw some similar features, though they didn't look exactly alike.
"I'm alright, dear. Just trying to help her." The older woman replies. "This is my daughter, Vanessa. My name is Patricia."
"I'm sorry about what happened out there." Vanessa tells me. "We saw the whole thing, and you didn't deserve that. Nobody does."
I just nodded and blinked a few times, hoping that my tears would stay at bay. I grabbed my arm again, as it felt like it was still throbbing with pain.
"What's your name?" Patricia softly asks, after drying up my lip.
"Giselle." I whisper.
"That's a beautiful name." She replies with a smile.
I couldn't help the few tears that finally came out, no matter how quickly I tried to was them away. When I finally got myself together, we left the bathroom and right outside, was none other than Roman Reigns. He was standing against the wall across the bathroom, with his hands in his pant pockets and he stared. Right at me. Making his way towards us, Patricia and Vanessa met him halfway and hugged them both.
"How are you feeling?" He softly asks when he approaches me. I could see his eyes go from my feet, all the way up to my face, lingering on every part of me. I see his eyes spark and his nostrils slightly flare when he notices my arm and the bruise that's formed and it sparked something inside of me that I wasn't expecting. I simply nod before he continues, seeing as that's all I could manage to do under his intense stare. "Do you need anything?"
"I just want to go home." I softly say. "I'm sorry for ruining the party for anyone tonight."
"You didn't ruin anything." He says, his voice curt. "What he did was on him. We won't force you to stay if that's not what you want. But if you won't stay, I'll have my driver take you home."
I immediately looked up at him and saw that he was being serious. "Thank you, but you don't have to do that. I can get myself home from here."
"I invited you here, so it's the least I can do." Says Mr. Reigns. "I'll let him know."
A few minutes later, the large man returns with my jacket and escorts me outiside to a man that was smaller than him. He wore black and had a similar complexion to him but had short hair, along with a smooth shaven face. He was standing in front of a black SUV and opened up the back door.
"Good evening, Ms. Pena." He says with a smile on his face. He seemed like a sweetheart, and his accent sounded like one from the islands. "My name is Mr. Kalani, and I'll be taking you home."
"Just give him your address and he'll get you there." Reigns simply says, not giving me any further details.
Mr. Reigns goes to the man and says something to him, and I watch as Mr. Kelani nods and agrees to whatever the man is telling him. Mr. Kelani opens the door for me and allows me to get in. Mr. Reigns holds the door open for a moment and bends down to speak to me.
"I'm sorry about what happened earlier." He says to me. "My intentions, when I invited the two of you earlier, wasn't for that to happen to you. He'll get taken care of, don't worry."
"What'll happen to him?" I ask.
The corner of his lips slightly turn up. "You don't have to worry about that, I'll make sure it gets taken care of. But we'll see each other again, you and I. Good night, Giselle."
All I could do, was just stare at the man who seemed to come out of nowhere tonight as he smiled and closed the door. A man I've never met before and sure, I've heard about him. Tim is right, the man is a self-made billionaire and he's become as successful as he is for a reason. Why would he want to see me again, though? I'm not anybody important for someone of his status and wealth to want anything to do with me. I give Mr. Kelani my address and my mind goes back to Roman Reigns. Though I've heard about him, I don't really know anything about him and I wanted to stay out of trouble, especially after tonight. But a part of me really did want to see him again and as much as I wanted to deny it, I don't know how long I could go with doing so. I felt something with him that I haven't felt in a long time and I wanted to feel it again.
