Prologue.

It starts, as fucked up things often do, on a Friday night.

I'm having drinks at this club uptown.

Unwinding.

Prowling.

It's been a shitty week and Friday couldn't come soon enough. We just got a new CEO at work and he's one of those overacheiving twenty-something year olds who always seem to have something to prove. I swear he's driving me crazy with his new rules and regulations and what the fuck ever. Add that to the fact that I haven't been laid in four days, mostly because I get home so exhausted I can even think let alone go to town on a girl, and you have an extremely edgy Bo Dennis.

But that's all going to change tonight.

I'm not trying to be vain, but I look hella good. I mean, I better look good. It took me like an hour to choose my clothes and an extra thirty minutes to do my make up.

So yeah, I'm feeling confident.

Plus, there's a tone of girls here and a least one of them has to be horny and gay. Usually I'm not so choosy. Because gay, straight or otherwise, as long as a chick has fingers and a mouth, I can deal. But tonight I'm highly strung and straight girls are usually so- how do I word this nicely- freaking clueless.

You basically have to teach them everything and I'm really not in the mood to play teacher tonight. I want quick and expirienced.

It takes thirty minutes or so of being in the club to spot someone who fits my criteria. (Hot,Hot, Hot, pings my gaydar, Hot) She's seated alone at the very back. Sipping something that looks fruity and bobbing her head to the music.

I adjust my jacket and check my breath before I make my way to her.

"Excuse me. Do you come here often?" I say to get her attention.

She stops twirling her little umbrella in her drink and arches a brow at me as if to say 'really?'

I internally do a victory dance. She isn't the desperate type to fall for just anyone. And, she's even hotter up close.

"I'm sorry." I shake my head and pretend to shyly look at my boots. "That was lame."

"A little." She says around a chuckle and hello sexy voice with slight accent I cannot place but still manages to turn me on. I clearly struck gold tonight.

"I'm sorry." I raise my eyes a little and look at her through my eye lashes. "I'm not so good at this."

This is a lie. I'm an expert at this. I've used that godawful line about a million times. Sometimes on the same girl twice. The thing is, girls love a girl who's hot yet isn't aware of her hotness. They fall all over themselves for such shit I swear.

Not that I'm one of those girls. God no. I've been aware of my hotness since I could see.

But I'm pretty darn good at playing the oblivious girl.

And as usual, it works because she smiles softly at me. "That's okay. You uh-" she looks at the seat next to her suggestively.

"Yeah. Of course. If you don't mind I mean."

"I don't." She gives me that smile again.

I sit and look around a bit as I feel her eyes on me. After I'm satisfied she's looked at me enough I turn to her and bite my lip. "Can I- I mean, may I get us another round of whatever it is you're drinking? It looks delicious."

"Oh you don't-"

"I want to." I nod and raise my arm to signal for a waiter.

She looks down to hide a smile I've already seen the beginings of behind her blonde hair.

"I'm Bo by the way." I whisper, leaning low so she can hear me so much that I smell her perfume.

"Lauren." She says back.

I smile and bite my inner cheeks.

This is too fucking easy.

...

Lauren is a lightweight.

Three of those fruity things and she's laughing easier and smiling wider and getting touchy with me. All these are things I welcome with open arms.

Now, I won't have to wait till midnight to take her home.

"So, Bo. That's a unique name." She observes. Sipping on her fourth drink as I go through my second one. Usually, I would have drunk like fifty of this and not felt much. I've been having alcohol since I was thirteen. I've biult a tolerance.

But I'm playing innocent shy girl tonight. And innocent shy girls don't drink like Jack effin Sparrow. So I'm taking it slow.

"It's short for Isabeau. I was named after my grandmother."

"That's cute." She gushes. "I wasn't named after anyone." She pouts a little and it's so adorable there's no other way to describe it. So I peck her cheek.

That was unplanned. But I recover quickly and pull away fast. Looking down as if to hide a blush. "I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"It's okay." She lifts my chin and I look into her brown eyes. She really is bloody hot. No denying that. "You're so beautiful." She whispers. Like it's something she doesn't even beleive is real.

This time I almost blush for real. But I don't. 'Cause blushing isn't for me. "Thanks."

"I've never done this before you know." Her fingers are still on my chin.

"Told a girl she's beautiful?" I joke.

"No." She rolls her eyes, but there's a smile playing on the corner of her lips. "Well, yes, actually. I've never-" she takes in a breath as if to steel her nerves. "I've never been so bold before."

For a moment, I feel bad. But only for a moment. "I'm glad you've chosen now to be bold."

She smiles and places her hands on her laps. "Me too."

...

I stop drinking at my third drink 'cause I tend to be a little too honest when I'm drunk and tonight honest Bo isn't welcome anywhere near me.

I maintain my shy girl act pretty well throughout our time at the club but I up my sexyness level when I refuse Lauren's attempt to split the bill in half. Women like a woman who's assertive. And now I'm shy but assertive when I need to be and I pretty much just bought myself a ticket into Lauren's pants.

Like I said; I'm good at this.

I slide my hand slowly until I'm holding hers while we're in the cab and it takes a moment for her to lace our fingers together.

And when we finally get to my place and finally -finally- get naked, I manage to still maintain my act.

I lead her to the bed gently and kiss her cheeks before kissing my way all the way down. I don't do lip kisses, too intimate.

"Bo-" she calls softly, almost scared. I lift my head up.

"I-I've never done this before."

It takes a moment for it to sink in then, "the fuck" I whisper under my breath. She's hot as shit. How is she still a virgin. And fuck it this is basically like going with a straight girl. I wanted expirience damnit.

Still. She's hot. Even hotter without her clothes on and she seems like a smart girl so I guess she'll take instructions well? (God I hope so) Plus she smells so good and I'm already halfway there. There's no way I'm going to just stop now.

"That's okay." I half lie. "I don't have that much expirience either." That right there is a full lie but whatever.

"Oh." She smiles. "Okay."

"Okay." I nod and go back to business. Or I mean to before she calls my name again.

what now?

"I'm glad I met you."

Okay. I'll admit it. That was cute.

...

I was right, as I often am, Lauren is a fast learner.

A few instructions here and there on what to do with what and she's working me like I'm a guitar she's had all her life.

She also says something that sounds like 'the one'and maybe the word 'waiting' features in that sentence more than once? I don't know. She's saying all these while her head is between my legs and need I remind you it's been four days?

So no, I didn't listen to a word that she said.

She also asks me something that has together in it and destiny or what the fuck ever and I scream out a yes. Although to be honest that was me seeing stars but my answer seems to satisfy her because she's asking me if I want to go at it again.

Hell yes.

...

An; so, this is the last LG story I have pre written. It's in first person and I think everyone knows I hate that style but I have to be honest, I've loved writing this story so far.

So uh, yeah. If it doesn't suck I'll post the rest (which is a lot) and if it does I'll try finding some time to re-write. So please be honest, even brutal if you have to be.

P.S; this will have shifting POVs and a lot of characters. Some of them OC. Hope that's okay