A/N: new story to be shit at updating. Shoot me, science degrees are hard, and if I'm gonna write, its gotta be a lil bit of what I fancy. Don't know where to take this, gonna be a lot of twists, so bear with it. C&A will be together... ideas are welcome aha.
Chapter One:
Her perfectly rounded bum was cupped by her sleek black dress, while her boobs were accentuated perfectly by the opening at the top of the dress. Her stomach was flat and flawless, shown off by the clingy material.
The dress was a simple black one. The straps on the shoulders were thick, and travelled along what would have been her bra line, showing off a seductive but classy amount of cleavage, without making the look cheap. Her arms were bare, except for the bracelets that hung loosely around her wrist. The plain black material went down to knee level, hugging her skin along the way, while the back didn't start until just above where he knew her bum began. Her legs were bare, and never ending. It felt like he had to search for the black court shoes that enclosed her feet.
It took all of his will power to draw his eyes away from the creamy bare skin exposed on her back, banishing memories of him kissing it as he lost himself in her. He watched her lower herself elegantly into a barstool, and rest her head on one of her hands, lost in thought, void of emotion. He was glad people were too busy enjoying their meal to notice his sudden distraction.
He kept watching her, his eyes unmoving. He watched as a male placed his hand gently onto her shoulder, dragging her from her thoughts, causing her to turn to him. She smiled at him, and he took a seat. He watched as the male took her hand in his, raising it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there, causing the brunette to blush and giggle slightly.
It was painful but he was unable to turn away, frozen by the crushing realization. Of course she wasn't here alone; nothing in her line of work would cause her to come here, and neither would personal interest. Well she had personal interest in the charity, but not the bank balance to warrant her attendance to this particular fund raiser. This was a chance for rich men and women to show off their disposable income and feel good about themselves in the process. It was ideal for an early date; show her you are rich but yet charitable. Seems she had attracted herself another millionaire.
He frowned slightly, wondering why she had agreed to come to this benefit. He had told her in no uncertain terms to stay away from him, for her safety and his sanity. The guy she turned him into was not who he really was, and it was just a matter of time before he hurt her. Him telling himself that was what had kept him away from her these last months.
But yet here she was, at a benefit she knew his parents were holding. He cursed her inability to do as she was told. He was a man that practiced self-control, but had none when it came to her; and she knew that just as much as he did. He was a selfish man, and what he wanted he got.
And right now what he wanted was her. These last few months without her had been hell, but he couldn't trust himself. It was only going to end in heartbreak and pain; and he couldn't inflict that pain onto her, not a gentle and nurturing soul like her. Not someone as innocent and trusting as her, he couldn't be the one to ruin her. He wasn't that much of a monster, even he knew that.
He couldn't keep her safe, so he pushed her away.
But yet here she was, so beautiful, and just like he remembered her. So captivating, that even when she was with another man, she consumed all his thoughts, demanded all of his attention.
Still watching her, he watched as the man draped an arm around her. He was watching so intently that he saw the momentary hesitation before she responded; he saw the look of disgust on her features that barely had a chance to settle before being replaced with a smile as she leaned into the man. He felt his heart beat quicken as he realised he could watch no longer.
Something was happening behind the scenes in her life. Seems she was just as incapable at keeping herself safe as he was.
Excusing himself from the table, he made his way to the nearest male restroom he could get to without her spotting him. He had a phone call to make.