Ok, to begin with, I have no idea what I am doing. I hope I end up actually updating this every now and again but don't be surprise if it takes forever. I've been thinking about this story for quite a while now but the whole Fine Stud Lexa aesthetics made me finally write it. Good god Lexa in a suit.

Anyway. No one beta this so all mistakes are my own. Don't forget to drop something on the comments to let me know what you think of this one. And, as per usual, if you want to have a chat, poke me on Tumblr, I'm once-upon-a-sasss

Chapter 1

She had lost track of time. Honest to god, she asks herself every time; "What am I doing here?". She blinked slowly and looked around. Same people, same subjects, same bullshit every single time. High society can be goddamn dull. She would rather be at home doing some workout or even driving around with the hood down, feeling the summer night air on her face. And yet, there she was.

The bright lights and the loud music did not even disturb her anymore, she is used to it by now. It was just another night at another opening event. She knew the drill. It was always the same. Get the phone call from Anya or Lincoln or Echo, find an adequate suit or buy a new one if needed be. Yes, because if she had to show up to these events, might as well make sure she looks her best. Tonight she picked a two piece Giorgio Armani trouser suit. It was simple but fancy. The graffiti colour agreed well with her green eyes. Anya told her it was not too much of a big deal of an event so she decided she wouldn't need a tie. She let her slightly curly brown hair fall naturally on her shoulders. She liked when she could have her hair down, it was sort of freeing.

Stretching her arm, she looked at her wrist watch. It showed 9pm. She wondered how much longer she would need to stay.

"Lexa darling, why are you sat here all on your own?"

A tall, blonde woman approached her with a glowing smile and a glass of scotch. She gracefully took the small tumbler from the woman's hand and brought the amber liquid to her lips.

"You put ice in this." She said pursing her lips. "You really need to learn how to have your whiskey, Echo."

Lexa arched her lips on a small smile. She wasn't in the mood for chit chat but she knew Echo was not one to waste time with small talk either. Something was up.

"Don't be such a snob. Not everyone likes things as harsh as you do."

"If it's not harsh, it's not whiskey."

"Whatever, darling. Didn't you bring any date tonight?"

What kind of question was that? Echo has been around for as long as Lexa can remember, but they were never too close. As opposed to the relationship she has with Anya and Lincoln, Echo always kept her distance. Such personal question sounded very out of place.

"I didn't intend to stay long." She said, shaking her head as she took another sip of the beverage. "Anya only called me this morning, she is lucky I came at all."

"Oh dear. Tell me, did you plan on staying in your gigantic apartment sipping on very expensive wine, watching cable TV all on your own? Or you intended to wreak havoc at another gay bar in town?"

Lexa shifted slightly on her seat, trying not to show how blatantly uncomfortable she felt with the subject that just arose. Echo was not supposed to know about this and the fact that she did was a bad, bad sign.

"What? Did you really think I would not find out about this? Or better yet, your mother would not find out about this?"

The brunette slowly turned her head towards the taller woman, grinding her teeth and slightly frowning her forehead. She was really trying to keep her cool but, bringing her mother into this was definitely the last thing she needed right now.

"You told my mother?" Lexa tried to keep a calm tone, but the task was showing itself to be quite difficult at that point.

The blonde woman grinned, releasing a small and sarcastic laughter. Echo shifted on her seat and crossed her legs, having a sip of her own glass.

"Look around you, Lexa. It's a select group of people you have in your surroundings. The bad side of high society, I guess. Nothing remains a secret for too long."

The brunette did look around. She knew those faces. People were dancing on the dance floor or stood at the bar reaching for drinks or food. They were talking to one another, walking around and greeting each other. She had seen many of them before. In other events like this one, at the country club, at parties and,yes, definitely she remembers seeing at least a fer of them at the bar on that god forsaken night. In fact, some of those faces she remembers more than just seeing.

Anyway, Echo was right. It was foolish to think she could keep a gigantic bar fight caused by herself as a secret for too long. What she wasn't expecting however, is having her mother brought into the picture quite like that.

"What do you think she is going to do?" Lexa asked, facing the floor and fidgeting with the glass in her hands.

"I have no clue. I'm pretty sure she will contact you sooner rather than later. I know she is not happy."

"Oh god…" Lexa murmured as she bent her neck back and closed her eyes.

"What I don't know is why do you insist on defying her so much. Lexa, this is getting old. Why don't you just accept who you are and where you belong? It would make your life much easier. And it would certainly not harm your extravagant taste."

Lexa sighed heavily. Her relationship with her mother was bumpy at its best. As the CEO of one of the largest software development companies in the market, Indra Woods had big plans for her only daughter. She was to graduate high school and take lessons on how to run a business. She was supposed to come to work at the family company, follow her steps to take over as CEO when the time was right. But Lexa had plans of her own.

She grew up surrounded by money and status and she learned well properly how to enjoy the many advantages of having a lot of money. She knew she wasn't your everyday rich kid though. When she finished school, she decided she wanted to go to university. She told her mother she didn't feel quite ready to start climbing the steep hill of the family company. She wanted to learn more, to go places, to meet people. At this point, Indra obliged to her daughter's requests and Lexa started university. For the first time.

She dropped it after a few months. Business was not really what she wanted to do. That was when Indra started to get irritated. With her family's money, Lexa moved out and started to live quite the extravagant life. She was the picture of the bon vivant. Expensive whiskey and wines were the brunette's top priorities together with haute couture suits that filled her walk in closet.

She didn't, however, feel complete. This is when she decided to try university again. A different major. This time she went for political science. She knew it was a topic that highly interested her so she decided to give it a go. Again, it was a no no. Less than a year after she started, the brunette dropped the course again.

Her relationship with her mother started to get even more frustrating. Indra insisting that Lexa should go to work at the family company and Lexa saying she didn't want to do that. In the meantime, the brunette started to feel frustrated with herself. She knew she didn't want to work in the company, she knew she wanted something different for her life, something more, something special. But the fact that this something was taking forever to show up was becoming extremely frustrating.

Her lifestyle did not change though. In fact, after the second university failure, she started to be seen much more often at the high class bars in town. Especially the LGBT friendly bars. Not long after, she started to appear at the parties and events always with some pretty girl attached to her arm. She could see the disapproving glances that her cousins would throw at her but up until then, Lexa's one night stands were not showing to be a problem.

Unfortunately, Lexa could not say the same. The lack of purpose and resolution in her life led her to find these girls, seeking for some kind of connection, anything that would make her life feel real but, it didn't take long for her to realise that it wouldn't work. So the one night stands started to get more sparse and Lexa started to feel empty.

But you know what they say, right? Third time's a charm. So she enrolled to university again. This time, she decided to go for Art History and she was confident. The classes hadn't started yet so she was pretty much losing sleep with anticipation. She was twenty five years old now, she had travelled the world, she met people, she red a lot, she was sure that, this time, things would work out fine.

Her mother, however, was definitely not happy about it. The e-mail came like a nuclear bomb.

From: Indra Woods

To: Alexandria Woods

Alexandria,

Unfortunately, I'm afraid I will no longer tolerate your lack of understanding when it comes to your future. I have made myself pretty clear several times that you belong here, in Woods Inc and you should be getting yourself ready to take my place in this company.

That being said, I would like you to know that I will not send any funds towards this demented idea of art school. If you wish to defy me and proceed with this madness, you will have to do so with your own funds.

Consider yourself lucky for this is the only cut I am making for now.

Sincerely,

Your mother.

Indra Woods
CEO

She definitely did not see that one coming. Luckily though, she had Anya on her side and her cousin helped her sorting out scholarship programs and funding so she wouldn't need to give up. Anya did say many times though that everything would be easier if Lexa just got a job like a normal person but the brunette reasoned with her older cousin that no normal job would pay enough for her to afford the extremely expensive tuition fees anyway. So since her mother didn't cut her income - at least not yet, she could be able to fully focus on her education and make sure she would finish this course with the best recommendations and a great job placement.

To celebrate, she chose one of her best suits and hit the bars with some of her friends. Little did she know, she would end up in a massive bar fight, all because some random dude decided that it was ok to harass this young girl who was just trying to have a good time with her friends. Lexa hated men who tried to take advantage of women so she confronted the guy. Sometimes, she forgets that under all that poise and attitude, there was only a 5'4'' girl. She might work out a lot and have killer abs, yes but she was definitely not match for a beefy dude looking for trouble. Or his gang of friends.

Lucky her Lincoln was there. And Roan. And their friends. Not so lucky for the bar owner who still had a sign "Under Refurbishment" even after two weeks. She tried very hard to erase all evidence of her involvement in the ordeal but, as Echo said, in high society, everything and everyone is watching.

"Lexa… Hey!"

Echo was snapping her fingers in front of her, making her open her eyes and step out of her trance. Too many memories. Not too sweet memories. Life sucks right now. She tried to focus on her uni course that would start soon. Anything but whatever reaction her mother would have about this goddamn bar fight.

"Do you know what, Echo?" She said, standing up. "Fuck it. I am not going to worry about this tonight. What I am going to do is get myself another drink."

"Alright. I hope you manage to sort this out, darling."

And with a wave and a weak smile Lexa said goodbye to the blonde woman. She made her way through the small masses of people, finally reaching the bar counter. There were loads of people around but she managed to find one empty stool. Holding the empty glass, she felt herself drifting off in thought again. Would her mother be really angry? The incident didn't cost her anything in the end, the trouble maker had to pay for the whole mess. There was nothing really she could have done. Was she supposed to just let the young girl be harassed by that douchebag? Of course not.

Lexa was brought back from her thoughts once again but, this time, instead of the familiar face of one of her cousins, she was looking at the bluest eyes she had ever seen before.

"Hey, hot stuff! I have other patrons to serve, are you gonna be cuddling with this empty glass forever?"

The brunette opened her mouth to respond but, for some reason, words did not come out. Hot stuff? What the fuck? She frowned slightly and studied the person behind the counter. The blue eyes were definitely the most obvious asset; at least so far. She had golden lock falling just over her shoulder and she was dressing a basic but blatantly expensive waiter suit. She didn't look like she was much younger than herself. Lexa have been to countless parties and events before and, usually, the staff is pretty much the same, with not too many changes. So she was quite familiar with the faces of the bartenders. She watched as the girl mixed a cocktail to another patron as she still have her blue eyes locked with green ones.

"Are you gonna just be creepily staring at me? Or do you plan on ordering any time soon?"

Who are you? She asked herself. For one, she never seen this girl before and moreover, no bartender ever spoke to her like that before. Don't get me wrong, she didn't think that in bad way. No bartender, or anyone really for that matter, ever spoke to her as if she was just a normal person. Not Lexa Woods, the only heir of the multi millionaire company Woods Inc. This girl simply didn't give a fuck. And that was splendid.

"Scotch." She said, finally finding her voice.

"Ah! She speaks!" The blonde girl smiled and reached for a clean whiskey tumbler, placing it over a white napkin in front of her.

Oh yes. There was this little beauty spot above her lip on the left side and boy oh boy that was quite the smile. Lexa shuffled on the stool, trying to make herself taller. What was going on inside her head she couldn't quite place but if she knew better, she would think she was smiling back at the girl. What?

"Neat please." She said, keeping the smile. "And make it double."

"Coming right up." The girl replied, still smiling and - wait for it - winking at Lexa.

Boy, that looked like trouble.