Right guys, this is a new one. It was requested by a follower (to a degree, all will be revealed) and it WILL be full of angst, but ultimately ARILIZA will be endgame...obviously *rolls eyes*
The description states angst and drama, so please...if it's not your thing, don't read it. Please don't leave reviews commenting on the angst because that's how it will be. As I say, it will all come good in the end, but until then...it will be full of broken hearts and tears!
I own nothing. All characters/storylines belong to Shonda. I'm simply 'borrowing' them.
Chapter One
ARIZONA'S POV
I'm tired of this. I'm tired of sitting in these bars every weekend and trying to find the woman of my dreams. I mean, maybe I'm not supposed to have a soul mate. Maybe I'm not supposed to settle down and fall in love. That's how it seems lately. How many times do I have to go on god awful dates and sit through them because I'm too much of nice person to cut them short? Maybe it's the desperation, I don't know. Like, I try my very best to like the women I meet. I try my best to listen, and take in their beauty, but no…I still go home and throw their number in the trash. I've just never felt that connection with any of them. I've never felt that spark. That flutter. That…well, anything.
My last serious relationship was almost eighteen months ago now. It was great, awesome even, but it turns out we didn't want the same things. It turns out she also liked the idea of an open relationship and well, that's just a no. A huge no. I don't share. I'll never share. Sure, some people are into that kinda thing, but not me. So, I ended the relationship. What's the point in torturing yourself and wondering if it's ever going to go anywhere? Especially when we both knew that it wasn't. It's the right thing to do, right? It's the right thing to do even though all I've done since leaving is think about my ex.
Sighing, I lift my glass to my lips and knock back the contents. The burn feels good. That kinda burn always feels good. Glancing around the room, there are a few women who've caught my eye, but none of them have given me that feeling. Butterflies. When your stomach flips at the sight of them. None of them have seemed remotely interested in me, either. That's okay, though. I'm not looking for a quick lay. I'm not looking for someone to take home for the night. I'm looking for someone who is ready to settle down.
I have a great job. An awesome condo. I mean, for the age of 32, I'm doing pretty well. Sure, the fact that my mom has helped me a lot plays a big part in it, but I've worked for what I have right now. I've worked my ass off and now I'm more than comfortable. Way more than comfortable. I just want someone to share that with. I just want someone who I can spend my time with, and someone I can spend my money on. I'm all about the gift giving and then expensive dinners. It's just who I am. I'm not cocky with my wealth, but I know good food when I taste it.
The bar filling up a little more, I silently pray that my future forever will walk in here tonight and give me the life I've always wanted. The life I want to give to her. She has to be out there somewhere. She's just got to be. Catching the bartenders attention, I hold up my glass and signal for another large white wine. Giving me a thumbs up, he moves about behind the bar and walks my way. "Thanks, Joe."
"Still nothing, Arizona?" He gives me a sad smile and I shake my head, a slight shrug of the shoulders following. "I am the best bar in town so if you are going to find a woman, you are going to find her here."
"Yeah, you keep saying this, but here I am…still sitting here."
"Patience, Arizona."
"Jeez, you sound like my mother." Giving him a smile, he throws me a wink and moves to the other end of the bar. The sound of the bell signaling the arrival of more customers, I don't even bother to turn around and check them out anymore. What's the point?
Sipping on my glass of white, I narrow my eyes a little and take in the beauty of the woman sitting over the other side of the bar. Okay, she's hot! I'm not getting those butterflies just yet, but Jesus, she could make the coldest of hearts burst into flames. Her eyes finding mine, I drop my gaze and try to hold back the smirk on my face. Yeah, super hot! My eyes closing as I can feel her own burning into my soul, the first image that comes to my head is her lying naked in my bed. I don't know why I'm suddenly so attracted to this woman, but I am. Like, if she dragged me out of this bar right now...I wouldn't hesitate to sleep with her. She has that something about her.
I know New York holds many beautiful women, but this woman is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Her dark smokey eyes give her that intriguing look, and honestly, I can feel myself about to undress her with my own eyes. Stop, Arizona. I'm not here for a night of fun, I'm here to find something more. I'm here to find that woman who I can spend my life with.
Glancing back up, I've never been so disappointed in my entire life. She's gone. Sighing, and internally chastising myself for not going over to her, my shoulders slump and I decide to finish my drink and head home for the night. Just my luck. Turning on my stool, my purse in my hand, I'm met with those eyes. That body. This woman. "Hi." She smiles, her voice low and sultry.
"Hi."
"Headed off?" She asks.
"Um, yeah." I shrug. "Busy day tomorrow."
"Shame." She smiles as she sips on her neat whiskey. "I could have sworn you were disappointed to see me not in my seat."
"Mm, maybe."
"No maybe about it." Okay, she's a little head on. I like it. It's hot. "So, what kind of busy day are you in for?"
"Nothing you'd be interested in." I smile. "It was good to meet you, um…"
"Eliza." She holds out her hands and I take it in my own. "And you are?"
"Arizona," I state, my stomach flipping. There it is. That's the reaction I was looking for. I haven't felt that flutter in a long long time, and probably never that intense.
"Mm, interesting." Liking her lips, my eyes focus on her tongue and all thoughts in my head suddenly turn x rated. She's talking, but I'm not hearing any of what she is saying. Arousal pooling between my legs, I try to suppress the urge to kiss her, but I'm really struggling. "So, that's why I'm here."
"Awesome." I smile. "It was really good meeting you, but I should go." The sudden nervousness I have around this woman hitting me square in the chest, I stand and straighten myself out. Her low cut blouse doing everything to my body, I shake myself from my thoughts and step away. "B-Bye."
Leaving, I throw Joe a wave and head towards the entrance of the bar. I have to get away from her before I lose all control. I will drag her back to my place given half the chance. I will have her scream my name if I don't distance myself. Quickening my pace as I hit the sidewalk, I can still smell her. That intoxicating scent all around me. Stopped mid stride, I turn around and find Eliza gripping my wrist. "Where's the fire?" Her brow furrowed, I drop my gaze and she lifts my head, her fingers curled under my chin and setting me on fire. "Huh?"
"I-I can't, I mean…I have to go." Trying to remove her hand from my wrist, she only tightens it and steps even closer to me. Her breath washing over my face, her lips inch closer to my ear.
"Do I make you nervous, Arizona?" My name falling from her mouth in that low husky tone causes fresh arousal to flood through me. How can I possibly get away from this woman and how she is making me feel. I mean, I know I felt that connection, but she's pretty intense considering we've only just met. How do I know she isn't going to give me what I want and leave? She is certainly making me perceive her that way right now. "I'd like to get to know you a little better."
"Really?" I scoff. "Why? You don't even know me."
"Exactly." She smiles. "Any chance we could go somewhere a little quieter?"
"It's New York. We don't do quiet around here." I state. "Not on a Friday night, anyway."
"So…" She bites her lip. "Your place isn't quieter, no?"
"I guess so." I nod. "Did you want to come back for a drink?" What the hell are you doing, Robbins!
"Sure. Lead the way." I don't exactly know what the hell I'm doing, but this woman is intriguing. I know I'm only setting myself up to get hurt, but everything about her is screaming for me to take her home with me. I'm no stranger to one night stands, but that isn't what I'd planned for tonight. It's not what I wanted for myself. I hate that I've broken my promise to myself, but honestly, she is too hot to pass up on. Way too hot.
Stepping off the elevator, Eliza follows closely behind me. The fact I have a private landing has often meant sex before I've ever stepped through the door, but this woman makes me nervous. This woman makes me wonder what my life could become. I want nothing more than to rip off her clothes, but I can't. I can't because I don't know what her intentions are. I doubt she is here for my money because I don't show that I have money…but now that she knows where I live, and the fact that she probably knows how much these condo's go for, I'm not so sure. "Holy shit!" Her breath catching as I swipe my key card and allow us both access, I step inside but she doesn't move.
"Are you coming inside, or?"
"Y-Yes." She nods, her mouth hanging open. Moving further inside, she makes her way towards the floor to ceiling windows and simply shakes her head. "Well, you definitely have the most amazing view in the world."
"Yeah, it gets a little repetitive when you see it every day." I shrug. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"That would be great, thank you." Turning to face me, she steps a little closer and leans against my kitchen counter. "You said you have a busy day tomorrow." She's back to that sultry look and I narrow my eyes as I take in her absolute beauty. "What is it you do?"
"I doubt you would be interested, Eliza." I smile. "Why are you here?"
"I told you. I wanted to get to know you a little better."
"How old are you?"
"25." She smiles. "Does age matter or are you just trying to get to know me?" A smirk forming on her face, I can't help but be drawn to her. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help myself. My eyes running up and down her body, she clears her throat. "Whilst I love the fact that you are checking me out, I get the impression that you don't like me."
"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't have you in my home." I raise an eyebrow and give her a knowing look. "I just don't know what you are about."
"I don't understand." She shakes her head and rounds the counter. Handing her a glass of wine, she gives me a thankful look and her fingers graze my own. Again, that feeling. "Why does there have to be something about me?"
"Eliza, you are younger than me, and you were pretty forward a little while ago. Forgive me if I think you have your reasons for being here."
"So, we can't spend the night together?" She asks and I'm a little taken back. "And see how it goes from there?"
"Whilst I think you are incredibly beautiful, I'm not looking for that. I'm not looking for someone who will be gone before sunrise."
"I don't wake before sunrise, so you won't have to worry about that with me." Yeah, that doesn't give me much comfort. I can see she isn't the kind to settle down and live a quiet and peaceful life. She's too young for that.
"Mm, something tells me I'm getting myself into trouble here." I smile as I distance myself and rest against the frame of one of the windows. Glancing out over Central Park, her heels hit my marble flooring as I sip on my wine.
"Well, why don't I show you what you are missing and then you can tell me if I'm going to be trouble?" Her breath washing over my ear, I shudder as her lips attach to the skin of my neck. Her soft hand dipping down the front of my thigh, it slowly disappears up my skirt and my legs almost buckle from beneath me. "Your call…" She breathes out and I swear I'm about to drop dead.
My hand placed flat against the window, I arch my back as she skims my center with the back of her hand and my eyes close. "Fuck…" My words giving her all the confirmation she needs, her fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties and I know I cannot stop this. I don't know who this woman is, or why she came to the bar tonight, but she is in my home and she is about to rock my world. I know I'll be the one who is left hurt by this, but she is pulling me in closer, and I've never felt a touch quite like it in my life.
This is a bad move, Robbins. Abad bad move!
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