Chapter Three—The Lady In Red

Chapter Three—The Lady In Red

“Who’s that?” Theo gestured to the woman in the red dress down the club minutes earlier, clearly looking miserable as she was on her fifth drink of the night.

He’d wanted a quick lay, however none of the women in the club excited him as he watched the rest of the partygoers from above, his section in the VIP area giving him a wide view of the whole area. He was bored, irritated, somewhat tired and ready to go home—that is, until his eyes caught a glimpse of her.

He’d never seen her before, and he was a man of the observing eye. She was gorgeous. Lost. Sad. He watched intently as she ordered more than a few whiskeys to count, ignoring the rest of the men who’d come over to her side of the bar. He smirked, feeling somewhat possessive over the new catch, as she only spoke to his bartender with a smile on her face.

“Should I ring her up for you, boss?” One of his men asked and he frowned deeply.

“Ring her up?” He turned around, “What do you think I am? A trafficker?”

“No, boss.”

“Idiot.” He grunted. “Is she a customer?”

“First timer.” The manager of the club and his cousin, Addario muttered from beside him, “You’re clearly barking up the wrong tree, Theo. She’s not your type.”

Theo’s brow arched, he could’ve feigned the act of being insulted, but then again Addario always spoke the truth and that annoyed him deeply. Sure, she wasn’t his usual type, but she was still a beautiful woman regardless and the red dress she wore was very much pleasing to the eye. He loved them flashy, his damsel of the night reeked of sophistication in a simple way, almost like she was meant to be at a fancy restaurant instead of the bar.

And so he adjusted himself and rose to his seat. He didn’t care go prove Addario wrong, he was intrigued by this woman. Obsessed even, but it was too early to say. He made his way down the stairs and towards the bar, right as the bartender was talking about the club being in an uncanny territory….his territory.

He could’ve sworn his heart almost stopped beating the moment she turned around right after he said the words. Green—her eyes had a mesmerizing shade of green which felt laminated under the club lights, and how he longed to caress the silky lips in front of him, the color of ripened strawberries from her lipstick.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Ana…the…the name’s Ana.” She stuttered which had him all the more intrigued.

Take that, Addario. He thought as he propped himself right on the stool next to her.

She was nervous. She had every right to be, after all he was none other than Theo Vitale, the soon to be head of the Vitale group. She probably knew who he was, hence the fright in her eyes.

“So,” He took her hand in his, “Why so glum?”

“Glum?” She snorted a laugh.

Oh he liked her.

He smiled, nodding, “I’ve been watching you, Ana. You’re well on your way to being stoned.”

She laughed nervously now, clearly unable to meet him in the eye, “I just….i don’t know. It’s..it’s probably a mistake to be here.”

“It’s not.” He said.

Ana cocked her head at him , now she was pretty sure she was already past halfway drunk to be this bold, “It’s not?”

Theo shook his head, “I’m here, aren’t I? There’s no mistake when it comes to me, Ana.”

She laughed again, clearly he was hitting on her, and she was too shitfaced to care. Why should Zachary and his evil cut off ruin her night? Or Sebastian and his bailing self? There was a more dashing man in front of her whose eyes clearly had the want of eating her whole.

“You’re bold, Theo.” She leaned closer, the smell of his cologne permeating through every rational barrier in her brain, “I like it.”

Theo brushed her cheek with a thumb, “I like you.” He got down from the stool, taking her hand in his, “What do you say Ana? Care to spend the rest of the night with me?”

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As the night progressed Theo had learnt three things about his damsel of the hour;

She was a financial auditor for a company which paid a really shitty wage.

Her boyfriend of Nine years had brutally dumped her hours ago.

And she kissed like an ethereal goddess.

He grunted against her lips as she shoved a hand into his hair, grasping for whatever as she just wanted to get a feel of his body. They were in his private room now. Unsure of how the night had progressed, all he could remember was being mesmerized by those eyes of hers and crushing her words with his mouth.

He’d never felt like this before. Whatever was happening between him and this woman, he could not place a finger on it but he knew it was different. She was different.

She wasn’t just looking to get pleasure from a man like himself for the sake of it. She wanted to explore him, with her hands skimming right under his shirt and over his pecs. She let out a moan as he grabbed a hold of her waist, she was straddling now, grinding, wanting to taste as much as she wanted to touch.

He almost swore as she cupped the bulge in his pants, wanting to sink his teeth right into her skin as punishment for making him so….speechless.

“God, you’re killing me,” He panted heavily, “What are you doing to me?”

Ana whimpered against his mouth. She started to reach for his buttons, unwilling to let her mouth from his as the intoxicating taste of his cigar mixed with her whiskey did things to her brain. She wanted him, she’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Theo….not even sex with Zachary made her this tenacious.

“I want to see you.” She pleaded, “Let me—

“Patience.” Theo nipped her jaw, “We can do this all night. I have nowhere to be.”