Killian

Milah sat by me in the bar stand. She placed a hand on my shoulder. "There's Jimmy Hopper. His one of the top donator in the fundraiser. I'll be right back." I nodded my head, and watched her walk away.

I ordered another shot of a double martini with extra shot of vodka, and lime peels. I took a sip; savoring the sweet, bitter taste. I looked around the room. 'How could anybody have such a splendid time here? It is so dull, and quiet. No matter how loud the music is, or no matter how much I drink this party is a funeral to me.'

There's no excitement, or any grand scene happening. I rather lay in bed, and sleep early, other than being here. I took another sip of the martini, and stared at the glass dully. I tilted the glass, letting the lime peels slide against the glass. The reflection of myself is someone I still cannot recognize. Ever since, I was sixteen, I spent five years sailing with my friends. I lived on my sweet baby as long as I could remember...Also, a girl who I treasured with all my heart. Before, she left me broken hearted to another rich man. Her abandonment led me to who I am today. But no matter how many buildings I own, the numbers of fancy suits I buy, or how big my house is it'll never bring my girl back to my side again. I guess that's one of the reasons why I force myself to desire the presence of women. To reassure my fear once women respond to my pleasures. But, it just never seems to enough for me...

I stared at the glass for a long moment, until something caught my eye. The reflection of my glass turned to a slight red color. I lifted my head. I turned my head, following the red light. A woman dressed in a gorgeous red dress took her entrance down the stairway. She's a goddess. A dream that I never thought I could see with my own eyes. The skirt of her smooth dress made a wave from the cool breeze. Her golden blonde hair in a careful loose bun, a few lock of hair touching the side of her curved white neck. Those lips...Those lips painted like the kiss of death, a dark blood like red. She is an absolute illusion, an illusion no man could ever create in his own mind.

My legs forced itself to stand up. I pushed the stool back, and walked over to her. I never felt this way to a person in my life. Mostly, it is the women who experience this toward me. I now know how they feel. The beautiful goddess stopped at the dance floor, getting a glass of champagne from a waiter. I walked over to her side. 'She's very unfamiliar. I never seen her in any of the guest list. Milah couldn't possibly forgotten to write down all the guests' name. That'll be absurd. Milah never forgets things.'

She took a slow sip of the champagne. I stood impatiently beside her. She stared at the dance floor with a dull look. I guess I'm not the only one who agrees about this disagreeable party. I reached my hand to touch her shoulder, but a man came up to her. I quickly turned around, and listened to their conversation. "Emma. There you are? I was looking for you." 'Is she taken? Hopefully, not. This man looks like she randomly picked in a library.' "I was going to find Professor Cain. But I just couldn't seem to find him. And the dance floor distracted me a little." Her melodic voice is a sweet, and a little low tune. Such heartwarming it is to look at her, and listen to that lovely voice.

"If you find the dance floor more interesting. Would you like to dance?" 'Please say no. Please say no.' I could feel her blood red lips curved to a smile. "Oh, Jimmy you always been the gentlemen. I love to. Let's go." 'Crap.' Once I heard the two of them walked their way to the dance floor, I turned around. I watched with such high satisfaction at her smile, her arms slowly waving in the air, and her hips dancing along with the loud music.

I need a distraction to this man. I looked around, and luckily found Milah still looking for this Jimmy Hopper. Well I found him for her. She usually hates me using her to capture women's attention. But this is strictly an emergency.

I rushed my way over to her. I wrapped a arm around her shoulders and dragged her to the dance floor. "Killian, what are you doing?! Let me go?!" She hissed with a low voice. I hushed her. I whispered to her my plan. She stopped me, and faced me. "I'm not going to be your little back - up again Killian. I thought we discussed this." "Just one night." "Killian." "I found the man you were looking for. So can't I not be rewarded with this one request." "You been using those words for ten years to me. Your thirty - one Killian. Learn to grow up. And get your favorable girls with your effort, not others'." She turned around. I looked at Emma. She's smiling, and twirling around with that Jimmy guy. I turned my attention back to Milah in desperation. "Please Milah. I'll give you a raise." "I don't care, Killian." "I'll remodel your office." "Again, I don't care, Killian." "I'll invite your ex - husband to our club for the rest of your life." She finally stopped. 'The ex - husband thing apparently seems to be very effective on her.' She turned around and walked forward. "You owe me one. Give me a big fat check after this." "Deal." She walked to the dance floor. I followed her from behind.

Milah walked toward Jimmy and Emma. As Jimmy twirled her around, Milah tapped his arm, and shooed him away from the dance floor. In a quick speed, I grabbed Emma's hand, and twirled her around close to me. Her back facing me. I grabbed her hands, making an X with her arms. She craned her neck. "Who are you?" "The question is, who are you? I'm the owner of this building. And I never seen you in the guest list." "Oh. You're Killian Jones. I heard a lot about you." "Well, I'm pleased to hear that. Were they all good things." "Sort of. Now what did you do to my friend?" "Well, my friend led him away."I couldn't help to lean my face closer to her delicate skin. Her scent is so comforting, and sweet. Nothing like strong, intoxicating perfume or deodorant. I could feel her flinching a little as I leaned my face so close to her shoulder.

"Your a delicate creature." "I'm not. And I could prove it to you if you could let me dance facing you." I whispered in her ear. "Now that's no fun, darling."

Hey, guys I love music. But I don't know your favorite music. So just imagine with one of your favorite music as you read this. Wait for the next chapter that'll I'm going to write next tonight.