BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE

Chapter One. 

Tris. 

"So what are we having? Whiskey? Soda? Wine? You look like a wine person, do you need a minute? The bartender asked me , as i settled into an empty chair. 

"Any chance i can get a cosmo?" i asked looking around,it was a little too quiet for a Friday night. 

"Nope, but i have all the hard stuff."

"Make it a shot of Jack Daniels." i said looking around the empty bar. Its a little past midnight now. And that's when i spotted him. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He had tattoos that slide all the way up to his shirt sleeves, his shirt was purple in color which complimented his skin well.

He was about ten feet away from me, but there was enough light that i could see his eyes as they slowly dragged over my body without revealing a single thought. This guy holds his cards well.

I though to myself as I caught him lick his slips slowly, such a guy move! 

The bartender came back to me with my drink and I lost concentration of the guy i was watching watch me for a moment.

When I looked back up, he was standing up and looked like he was about to leave. 

I could now see his face clearly, he had a beautiful face to look at. 

His hair was fluid like his movements. Long, dark strands that hang in his eyes and moved whatever direction he moved. He didn't touch his hair once the entire time I was watching him, even though it was in his face. He just let it get in his way, but then he would flick his head every now and then. I watched him as he disappeared slowly and I was left there alone with my thoughts. 

As soon as the bartender walked away and gave his attention to someone else, i took the shot of tequila and closed my eyes and cried because life can be so fucking cruel and hard. I had wanted to quit living for the longest time now, but then moments like this reminded me that happiness isn't some permanent thing we are all trying to achieve in life. It's merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are substantial enough to keep us going. 

I took a joint from my bag and stepped outside on the patio of the bar. It took me a second to realise the man, the beautiful man with thick hair was standing at the ledge of the patio. He let out a rush of air, as if seeing me had him actually holding his breath. I couldn’t help how unfortunately cute he was upclose.

No, cute is an insult actually.

This guy was beautiful, well manicured, and smelled like money, he looked to be several years older than i was. His eyes crinkled in the corner as they followed me, and his lips seemed to frown even when they weren't as he took me in. I could tell he was the type of guy that people respected and were easily impressed by. I took a hit of my joint as he continued to watch me.

Tony. 

The girl from the bar stepped into the patio with a joint in her hand. She looked fearless in that moment. She didn't see me at first, until she took her firat joint and our eyes locked as she was freely blowing out the smoke. 

She slowly stepped into the patio hesitantly, like she was unsure and she stood firmly next to me. Suddenly my whole body felt trapped. I could almost smell the arousal in the air as she continued smoking right next to me. 

But it wasn't just her feminine fragrance that reached hlme, her body was divine and the dress she was wearing was doing it justice. 

She looked divine. Especially blowing out smoke through her nostrils, unbothered by the world around her. 

Her pale blonde hair was sleeked back from an elfin face, vivid green eyes were surrounded by thick eyelashes and that awful lipstick she had been wearing only moments ago in the bar had been nibbled away now revealing dark, full red lips, lips that were almost too plump for her delicate face, and i found myself wondering if she had, had some work done on herself, for not a single line marred her pale features, her delicate, slightly snubbed nose absolutely in proportion to her petite features. She was certainly a woman who took care of herself. Her eyes were heavily made up, her hair fragranced and glossy clearly the sort of woman who spent a lot of time in the beauty parlour.

Perhaps a few jabs of collagen had plumped those delicious lips to kissable proportions, maybe a few units of Botox had smoothed the lines on her forehead,

I thought as i found myself scrutinising her face more closely than i had a woman’s in a long time.

A very long time.

I knew that it was wrong to be staring this hard, to be feeling this stir of lust for a woman i had never met before , a woman whose name i didn’t even know. A woman who was smoking cigarettes so publicly. 

A woman who wasn’t my wife.