Chapter 1
"Tell me your story."
I stare into his cyrstal blue eyes before I take another sip - out of the crystal wineglas - from the Chateau Lafte of 1787. It's a freaking good red wine, I must admit as I let the red liquor glide down my throat. And it's also one of the most expensive red wines in the world - at least that's what the Forbes Magazine said.
We're enjoying the Chateau Lafte after he had cooked for me in his appartment. An apartment with one of the most exclusive adresses from whole New York. An apartment with marmor on the floor, pillars with gold ornaments and a view of whole Manhattan with it's heart - the Central Park.
He's really pulling out all the stops for another date. A date with a man, I hardly know after one date. A date with the mysterious unknown man. A man who has clearly more money than he can spend. A man who isn't only just living on the Upper East Side, no he is the Upper East Side.
I'm on a date with a man whom name I don't even know.
"What would you like to know?" I ask him, unable to hide a flirty smile on my lips. Mr. Mysterious is clearly a good catch - from his apartment to his appearance.
"Everything." he answers simply, letting his lips form the same flirty smile before he slowly laces his fingers with mine. God, what the hell is he doing to me?!
I let out a laugh, "Everything? It would take the whole night to tell you my story."
He shruggs with his muscular shoulders, "I don't mind spending the whole night with a wonderfull woman in my apartment. Nothing's wrong with that, now is it?"
I shake my head, unable to find any words which describe the charming effect he has on me. An effect only a couple of men already had over me - but his effect is the strongest of them all. "You may have the whole night, but I don't." I say and take another sip of the delicious red wine. "Unlike you, I have to be at work the next morning." I say into his sparkling blue eyes. Gosh, what a color!
"Do you think I'm unemployed and inherit this apartment?"
I shrugg, "You surly could stop working according to this apartment. I believe you've worked already enough in your life. But you're definitly not unemployed. A man like you, has to work. Surely you are in position in which you decide when your working day starts."
His lips form a tiny smile. Lips, which I wasn't able to kiss yet. Lips, I'd love to kiss. He surely is as amazing as he was at cooking, when it comes to kissing. "Seems like you already know me well enough to say those things." He places his crystal wine glas on the table.
I shrugg again, "Maybe I just guessed right." I brush through my dark brown locks before I sigh.
"What's wrong?" he asks me concerenced.
I shake my head and place my glas next to his. We're sitting on his beige buckskin couch. The view of the Central park is on my right, on my left is the open fireplace, coating the room in a romantic atmosphere. "Nothing's wrong, Mr. Mysterious."
I have no idea why he is trying so hard and yet he hasn't kissed me yet.
"Mr. Mysterious?" he asks me back with one raised eyebrow.
"I still don't know your name. I know where you live, where you were born and that you like expensive red wines. But your name... your name is still your secret, I guess." And you haven't kissed me yet, I add silently.
"I like to take things slowly."
"A name is the first step in 'taking things slow'." I answer back, really trying to get his name.
"I've taken it too fast too many times. I'd like to do it the right way this time."
"Is that why you haven't kissed me yet?" I ask him out of the sudden. I bit on my lip right away. First think, then talk!
He grins, "Maybe."
"Are you trying to provoke me?" I ask him back. I could leave this date right away!
He shruggs.
"You're pushing my limits." I remark, without thinking again before I unlace my fingers from his. "You're pulling out all the stops to test me."
He is silent, showing me that I just hit the bullseye.
I nodd, "Okay, I think this date is over, Mr. Mysterious." I say as I lift myself from the comfortable couch.
"Wait!" he says sighing as I walk out of his pompous living room.
I turn around, eyeballing his muscular figure. Long muscular legs, an upper body every man would die for and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. What a man.
"Christopher." he says simply. Yet it seems like it cost him quite an effort to say this simple word. This name.
"Christopher?" I ask him back. Is that his name?
"It's not my full name. It's not even my first name. But it is a name. Part of my name."
"Christopher..." I mumble as my eyes stare into his.
"Yes. I'm taking things slow because my life is anything but slow. I've taken things fast once, I did it twice and I did it even a third time because I thought that these women were worth it. But they weren't. They betrayed my trust. One after one, was after my reputation as soon as they knew who I was. And what I stand for." he starts explaining, walking over to me.
With every step he takes, I feel his effect on me growing. "Maybe I'll turn into Cruella de Vil as well. What makes me so special in your eyes that you want to take it slow?"
He chuckles, "You won't be after my money."
"Maybe I will." I answer back, catching my breath as he stops infront of me. I have no idea how we made it so far without any body contact. Suddenly the heat between us is overwhelming me.
"You have enough money yourself. I believe your record company is writting pretty nice black numbers since some years now."
Wait, what?! I stare back at him with more than just a shocked expression. "H-how do you... who told you that I am... You've googled me." I thought out loud. "You've googled me, although you prohibited me to google you." I say with my chin on the floor. I can't believe he did that!
"I had no other choice." he answers with a shrug, "But getting into details here would go to far."
"Go to far?! Oh no, Chrisopher, you're telling me right away why you had to google me or I'll be out of here faster than you can think of an explanation which you want me to buy!" I hiss at me.
He sighs, remaining silent.
I nodd, "Okay. Guess this date is over. So is your chance. I'm not giving second chances." I say into his eyes before I turn around.
His hand on my wrist stop me, "Trust me when I say that this information would ruin whatever this is between us."
"You betrayed my trust already."
"Please don't let this get between us."
"It already got between the both of us. An us which hasn't even come into existence yet." I say, freeing my wrist from his grip.
"Ella..." he says as I start taking a step away from him.
I close my eyes, it's been ages since someone has called me that. I feel his muscular body behind me, I feel his body temperature warming mine. I feel his muscular chest behind me.
"Don't leave..." he whispers into my right ear, touching my bare shoulders with his fingercups, giving me chills right away. "Don't leave me just because my job requires some things..." he whispers into my ear again. His hot breath touches my arroused skin, setting it on fire within a milisecond.
"Give me a reason to say." I say back, feeling his fingercups wandering down my décolleté.
"The reason is..." he stops, giving me goosebumps with his fingercups, "me." he says into my ear before his hands turn me around.
I stare into his bright blue eyes. Am I able to resist him? I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He has me completely under controll. I am a puppet and he's pulling the strings. Making me do things I don't want. And he knows it.
Just as he is leaning in, letting me touch his lips for the first time, I regain my strength. "You want to know my story." I say in one breath.
He smiles, surprised by my reaction. "I do."
I walk back to the couch, feeling his eyes on me. Maybe I should have chosen to wear something else. Something more... not me. My bare back is facing him as I hear him following me. I sit down on the couch. "Please don't judge me." I say after taking a sip of the red wine. I don't even know if it was my glas or his - I don't care.
He sits down across from me, placing his arm on the back of the couch. "I won't."
"You already did. But I'm asking you to not judge me when I'm telling you my story." I say, placing my arm on the back of the couch as well.
His fingercups touch mine, before he laces his fingers with mine. "Okay." he says, giving me chills again.
"It all started in High School when I moved to Manhattan with my mother..."
The first chapter of my new story! Ah, I'm so excited!
I hope you enjoyed reading it - although I know that it's not a long chapter. But it will get better... and even better than that, trust me. :P
Xoxo Nic