Whispers of an Enchanting Night

Lucas Blackwood: Standing at 6"5 feet with short dark wavy hair, his build possessing athletic chiseled features and deep dark eyes, he exudes a commanding presence that demands attention. As the heir to a powerful empire, Lucas has been groomed to uphold the family's legacy and adhere to their expectations. He normally dresses in a tailored Dark suit expressing his apparent dominant nature. He's inseperable with a good cup of coffee as he is with charm and sweet talking.

Whispers of an Enchanted Night

Amid the twinkling stars of that enchanted night, a luxurious gathering unveiled itself before me. A world of elegance and sophistication where laughter danced and conversations hummed in a harmonious blend. I walked around aimlessly, gazing at the overly expensive food and wine served around by waitresses and waiters.

"What sort of cheap wine is this? Even though I told you to provide the best wine I can only experience in New York, what sort of an insult are you trying to ensue?"

One of the managers suddenly screamed at a waitress holding a long bottle of wine now cowering and on the verge of tears from his sudden burst of rage.

"I'm very sorry Sir, I thought–"

"You thought what??" She tried to clarify herself but he immediately cut her off with his deafening roar.

"Troublesome people are always everywhere" I rolled my eyes and muttered. He felt insulted by the caliber of wine she brought him, when there were other people who wouldn't even dream of tasting such sort of liquor. His loud voice had drawn the attention of some other guests who had now turned to observe the spectacle.

But I thought to myself, Wasn't this my chance?

With an overly calm demeanor, I stepped into the heart of the brewing storm and turned the manager's attention toward me, my voice laced with calm assurance. "Please pardon the intrusion" I said calmly, my sudden entrance stopping the man's attempted shout. "This wine, though appearing different, is one of the city's cherished selections, renowned for its exquisite flavor." My words carried a hint of serenity, urging him to see the situation anew.

"Is that so..?" He questioned for a bit. Without sparing a second I quickly seized the bottle from the maid, shifted my falling hair behind my ears and gestured to pour some wine into his glass.

His features softened gradually until it turned into a full fledged smile. He poised his glass until it was full and tasted the wine. A glimmer of newfound understanding in his eyes made him accept the glass with gratitude, he nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for enlightening me. I may have misjudged the situation."

As tranquility replaced turmoil, the eyes of the onlookers now shifted back to their respective businesses, a few smiles came my way and some shot jealous gazes at the now flustered manager I served. My heart silently rejoiced; I had learned from all my previous jobs how to lighten the anger of an angry man, no matter the caliber. My gaze found the waitress, conveying unspoken encouragement. Of course I didn't know what wine that was, it was liquor I had never seen in my life, but a little white lie never hurts anyone.

Amid the shimmering night, a figure materialized from the shadows, drawing my attention. A handsome man slowly strode towards me with a warm smile. His presence alone was captivating enough to demand attention and judging from his attire, he was probably one of the richest persons present.

He extended his hand with a wide grin. "I'm Lucas. Your intervention was nothing short of enchanting. What branch did you come from? Did you know that waitress before now? How did you know it was one of the best wines? How old are you?" He sent a barrage of questions all while keeping his stretched out hand. His eyes glistened with curiosity.

I finally shook his hand, my own smile playing on my lips. "Calm down, one at a time. I'm Roseline, and thanks, it was really nothing. I'm from the Amsterdam branch. From your looks…" I moved my gaze around his attire and tilted my head a bit. "You must be a manager right?" I concluded.

He let out a little laugh, slightly covering his lips. This guy, if he weren't as handsome as he is, I would've punched him in the gut just now. After gaining composure, he continued. " I guess you could say I'm something like that. You just be a secretary then. I never knew we had excessively beautiful women generous enough to work for us"

He gave a slight complement, which for some unknown reason sent ripples in my body and made my cheeks flush.

My response was daring, yet tinged with curiosity."You seem to be good with your words, big guy. What branch could you be from that makes you say that?" Two could play at that game. If he wanted to use smooth words, then he best be prepared for a good battle.

As if reading my thoughts, Lucas's eyes held a glint of interest. "I'm from headquarters, and it's not that there aren't any ladies there, you're just too extraordinary to be put on their scale" he smirked and responded cheerfully.

He's good. Besides the occasional gazes some other figures gave us from time to time, I felt like I was in my own world with him– like I had my own little scuffle with the only other alluring figure. I really had never felt this way before. My body just wants to keep engaging Lucas. Is this..?

"Hmph, don't be too impulsive. You don't want to sound like a casanova now do you?" I finally had a way to become even.

His smile cringed a bit but after clearing his throat he smiled back at me, his words thoughtfully chosen. "You really did see through me. How did I never see you all this while Roseline?"

As our conversation unfolded, a voice interrupted, calling Lucas away. He left, leaving a puzzle behind. The abrupt departure lingered, merging with the night's mystique.

As the night drew to a close, fate reasserted itself. My boss, already fleeting drunk, confronted me. "Roseline get over here damnit!!" He shamelessly yelled after recognizing me. I had hoped to completely avoid any interaction with him but fate wasn't that nice.

He demanded a shared room, revealing my fabricated friend's lie. He had apparently tailed me on my way back from my outing earlier in the day. Shock turned to unwavering resolve as I rejected his demand bluntly, met with his vice-like grip on my wrist.

Summoning inner strength, I broke free, my resolve burning bright. Swiftly turning, I fled into the rain, my heart echoing the downpour. Each step away from that dark confrontation felt like a stride toward liberation, a testament to my unyielding spirit.

Emerging into the rain-drenched night, I was met with a symphony of water and my own heartbeat. Every footfall became a declaration of autonomy, a melody of empowerment that guided me forward. The path ahead was uncertain, yet my steps were firm, a reflection of my newfound determination.

As the night drew to a close, my boss's face twisted with arrogance and inebriation. His demand hung heavy in the air, a shared room he insisted upon, revealing my carefully constructed lie about having a friend in the city. A rush of shock and defiance coursed through me, my voice unwavering as I rejected his audacious proposition.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grayson," I replied, a firm edge to my words. "But I have already made arrangements to stay elsewhere."

His laughter, smug and condescending, pierced the air. "Arrangements? How charming. So, you thought you could pull off this little act? A friend who doesn't exist?"

His mocking tone ignited a fire within me. "I don't see how my personal matters concern you, Mr. Grayson."

A dangerous glint entered his eyes as he leaned in, his breath heavy with alcohol. "Oh, but they do, Miss Palmer. You forget who's in charge here."

The room seemed to close in around us, his words a suffocating reminder of my vulnerability. Yet, in the depths of that vulnerability, a reservoir of strength surged forth. My voice grew steadier, laced with a determination I hadn't known before. "Mr. Grayson, I will not share a room with you. I have my own arrangements, and I intend to stick with them."

The mask of civility slipped, revealing a man driven by arrogance and entitlement. His grip on my wrist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. "You really think you can defy me and get away with it? You're replaceable, Miss Palmer. Remember that."

The sting of his words only fueled my resolve. "I won't be coerced, Mr. Grayson."

With a sharp jerk, I wrenched my wrist free from his grasp, my heart pounding as I retreated with a sprint from his presence. His anger filled roar, a chilling echo, followed me as I rushed through the door and into the night's embrace.

The rain, an unrelenting downpour, welcomed me as I stumbled out onto the wet pavement. Still running and trying to escape from the approaching footsteps that tailed me on my way out. As my steps echoed in the solitude of the night, I was acutely aware of the mix of emotions churning within me—anger, fear, defiance, and an overwhelming need to escape.