AN- I am still waiting for someone to beta for this story, guys if you want me to keep posting this story then you gotta help me. The reason I updated this chapter because, last one was not that exiting so I hope after reading this chapter you will get to know more about the story and its plot.

Disclaimer- I do not own these characters as much as I would love to neither I own this song which is one of my favorite by the way.

"Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

Take me, take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction"

E.T, by Katy Perry

28th June 2011

"Hey Ren, I think that guy is checking you out."

"Really?" I asked my best friend Rose as I slowed down on the dance floor to take a look in the direction she was asking me to look.

"Where?" I asked.

"Wait, don't look now!"

She was too late I already caught him. He was standing in the far corner with some other guys. He was having a drink and laughing and talking with the guy next to him.

"Oh he's the perfect Greek god Adonis type, Ren you should go for it."

"Yeah he's good."

'Good' was really an understatement on my part. He really was model-esque; appearing to be not too much older than I was, he looked like a native with dark hair, tan skin from hours spent in the sun rather than artificial tanning booths, and a toned figure that was nicely emphasized in a black button-down.

"What? No I think you are misunderstanding here, maybe he was checking you out and you got the wrong assumption that it was me." I told Rosalie.

You see Rosalie my friend cum cousin was all that men wanted. She had a great figure, blonde goddess looks perfect curves at all the right places, and flirtatious attitude and well endowed bosom. Even the Victoria's secret models wouldn't stand a chance in front of her. So it would be embarrassing if he was actually looking at Rose and go there and talk to him.

"Trust me Ren, it's your call. I am good at this I can easily tell what's on a man's mind." She was right she was good at this but I had no such experience. I was really very shy around opposite sex and maybe that's the reason my ex Nahuel dumped me in the first place for not having sex with him.

I mean we had just been dating for 3 months and I was not ready for that yet. Sure I was not a virgin; I lost it on prom to Nathan, my high school boy friend who turned out to be a douche bag and left me for college.

My relationships have not been good so may be that was the reason I feared commitment but today was an exception. I wanted to get over that asshole Nahuel and I wanted to enjoy our vacation to the fullest. I mean it's not every day that your cousin's rich parents pay for your holiday trip to Brazil right.

I was at one of the top ten beaches of the world and dancing on the dance floor in one of the most heated, popular and A listed party, where all the millionaire come. I wanted to enjoy all of it.

I looked in his direction again, He was talking to a couple of guys sitting by him at the bar, and as I turned to see if he was actually 'checking me out' (one can never be too sure), I caught him confidently catching my gaze as if he knew exactly where I was and was making sure I didn't disappear on him. He caught me looking, and his smile grew before he looked away. After a few seconds, it happened again… and again… and again.

I stopped dancing altogether. "Okay I need a drink!" Walking over to the bar I grabbed the first glass of drink that was in my reach and gulped it down. Turns out it was tequila. It was rough but I drank it. After all Rose's parents were paying for this. I didn't know the drinking age here but as long as no one stopped me I was going to drink myself to oblivion.

Then I asked for 3 shots of vodka to the bar tender that smiled a flirtatious smile at me and took my order.

"Renesmee, what're you doing?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow as she trailed me to the bar where I was already downing my first shot.

"Preparing," I said, squinting as I shook the searing taste out of my mouth.

"For?"

"Him, duh. I'm going to get over Nahuel once and for all," I answered thickly through my teeth as the Smirnoff burned its way down my throat. Nahuel was a lost cause, and I was not going to waste my life on him any longer.

A grin made its way to my best friend's face. "Don't tell me my shy little Albino is finally deciding to come out of her shell and approach Mr. Greek-god."

I grinned back and her smiled widened as she understood my look!

"Whoa. You actually might be serious… we definitely need to mark this day down as a milestone then." She tapped her fingers on the counter. "Bartender, I want a cosmopolitan, please."

I noticed that the bartender gave her the same flirty smile that he gave to me. ASSHOLE I thought.

"What made you want to walk on my path, huh?" she asked me smugly grinning. Behaving a bit over dramatic. "Is it the sexy short dress I made you wear, the fuck me heels, the sexy tousled bronze curls of your? What?" She asked.

"Maybe," I said, reaching for the third shot as the bartender set down her cosmopolitan on the counter with a wedge of lime and a napkin, "it's the fact that a guy like that has never checked me out before, ever."

"Or maybe it's the tequila!" Rose added.

"It's the alcohol," I agreed, and we raised our drinks towards each other.

Looking down the length of the bar, I saw that Armani Model's eyes were now securely locked on me. I pressed down my inhibitions for a second and leaned against the slick black bar counter, staring boldly back at him in a rather saucy manner for possibly the first time in my almost-20-year-lifespan, a nice little numb humming of alcohol buzz droning in the corners of my head. I did not pride myself on my sensual—or rather, lack of sensual—characteristics, but I was game if he was up for playing tonight.

We just stood there staring at each other, his warm brown eyed gaze taking me in and lingering on my curves for a while longer than necessary. His bold gaze set my whole body on fire and I was no longer thinking but I just wanted to cross this distance between us and ravish him.

Rosalie was standing next to me looking between us, she was growing impatient and as she finished her drink, she elbowed me in ribs.

"Will you already go for him." She hissed and I broke our trance and looked at her. "Stop undressing him with your eyes and go over there."

And just like that my self conscious, fear of commitment side was back. "What if he is not my type?" I asked her. By the looks of it I was surely not his type. He looked like that hunky guy who plays football who would go for a Rosalie instead of Renesmee like me. But alcohol in my system pumped back, and urged me forward.

"Okay then let's get this show on the road." I said more to myself than rose and started making my way towards him.

"Yeah, go for it Darling! Make the best of it." She called after me and blended back into the crowd.

When I started the walking towards him, his eyes lit. He reached for his own drink, finished it off, broke the glass on the floor, and started for me too. Ah, so he had been checking me out all along.

Well, either that, or I was about to be told off for stalking the hottest man in the hottest beach of the city of Rio.

In the next instant were both in the middle of the dance floor, my heart beat got faster as he closed the small distance between us and sank his hands around my waist and encircled it. The music was pounding high in my ears and heat was emanating off the skin of everyone dancing around us.

And here we were dancing with each other without any sort of introduction. His hands around my waist pulled me even closer if it was possible. I know its cliché but we kinda fitted together. I didn't even know this guys name but somehow I knew that we were meant to be.

My body knew exactly where to slide against his chest, his left hand was entangling perfectly in my tousled hair, pressing against the base of my neck, and our bodies were a reflection of each other to the beat of the strangely American hip hop bass. I could smell the whiskey in his breath and his shirt.

And I didn't even care.

And suddenly, it started raining; I could feel the little drops on my face as I gazed up at the sky. We were both drowned but we didn't care, we just kept on dancing unlike some of the people around us who started making their way towards the shed.

His left hand made its way to my tousled hair and the other hand grabbed my ass bringing me closer to him. His lips made its way to my neck as we kept on swinging to the rhythm of the music around us. Where did the little shy Renesmee go? I ask myself!

We made an eye contact and I noticed that he had some of black in his dark brown eys. Then in the rain he leaned in towards me and kissed me.

Okay, so …..was this really happening? I was kissing the hottest man on earth! He tasted like alcohol but underlying there was taste was cinnamon in it, his natural taste I guess. How can this guy kiss ME? I mean I was not ugly or something I am pretty sure that I fall in pretty category but still, this guy was so out of my leage. To be more apt, I was so out of his league! I don't know how to handle these type of men! This had never happened to me before—I felt flattered in a way that he considered me hot enough to want me so badly. His lips felt exotic, good next to mine, so soft yet with a pressing desire beneath the tenderness.

I was beginning to pull out of his arms but then his tongue made entered my mouth and I lost all the sense of the world around me. Aww…Hell! I thought and gave into the temptation.

My arms apparently had their own thoughts since they were now thrown around his neck, pulling me even more closely to him. That seemed to be his go-ahead signal, and his kisses became more demanding, passionate… almost rough. And the scary thing was, I liked those even more.

I didn't remember much about that night. I could vaguely remember holding hands, him taking me to his car and then entering the -Hotel, taking my heels off at the door of the room. The sound of my dress ripping off my body, and the click of the belt on his pants as I opened it. then I remember moans, skin on skin, sweat, pants.

And that's it, that's all I could remember.

AN- I need a beta!

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