FAZER LOGINKayden's POVI woke up to the feeling of something wet trailing down my neck. Opening my eyes fully, I saw Kayla in my bed, fully naked and concentrated on what she was doing. “Fuck, no I didn't.” I muttered to myself, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't remember much from last night, but apparently a night was had. “Hey baby.” She said as she got on top of me, licking and sucking all over my neck, her boobs grazing my chest in the process. “Care to show me what magic you can do in twenty minutes before I leave?” Tempting, but I was definitely not in the mood. “Get off me.” “Come on now,” she whined, rotating her hips slowly against me. “You're not gonna leave me hanging, are you? Okay ten minutes.” “I'm not in the mood to fuck you right now, Kayla. Get off.”She stopped moving as a frown formed on her face. “You don't want to fuck or you just don't want to fuck me?” I rolled my eyes, pushing her off me as I got out of the bed and headed into the shower. I felt my muscles rela
ARYA’S POV“Are you lost?” Kayden asked, eyeing me up and down as a smirk crawled onto his face. That damn smirk. I wanted to slap it off. Realising I didn't have much of a choice, I closed the space between us, guiding his hands to my waist as I placed both hands behind his neck. “Dance with me.” I caught the look of surprise on his face, even though it only lasted for about a second before he was back to factory reset. “What's in it for me?” “Why are you standing alone on the dance floor? Are you lost?” I ignored his question, mimicking his statement from earlier. He raised an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same, cupcake.” “It's Arya.” I retorted. I hated the idea of pet names, and most definitely not from someone I didn't like so much.“And I'm not alone,” I continued. “I'm dancing with you.” “No, you're forcing me to dance with you.” He said. “And you don't want to dance with me?” I was playing mind games. I knew I looked gorgeous in the dress, the countless stares I got
Arya’s POVI tried not to gawk so I won't be discovered, but it was almost impossible not to. The hall was insanely breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling like frozen fireworks. The entire room was quite literally covered in gold. The tables, chairs, silverware, everything. Who the hell was Kayden’s father and what did he do for a living? The marble floors were polished to shine, such that you could see your reflection in it. White flowing curtains spilled from tall windows that revealed the city glittering in the distance. Guests moved around in their flowing gowns and tailored suits, their laughter and conversation blending with the soft live music playing in the background. I spotted a few famous faces. I wasn’t much of a social person, but even I could recognise a few prominent ones. This was a gathering of high profile people. I couldn't be more out of place. “What the fuck are we doing here Jules?” I whispered to Julia, pinching her arm lightly. “Shut up an
Arya’s POV“And then he drove you home?!” Julia squealed “After you spilled whisky all over him?” “Yes ma'am.” I nodded, seated in front of my best friend's vanity as she curled my hair, running her through the events from the other night.“Damn girl, don't let that man go.” She said in a warning tone.“Jules, please,” I laughed. “Is everything a fairytale to you?”“If he saves your ass from a scary man and drives you home after you ruined an outfit that probably costs more than what you earn in a month, then yeah baby, it's a fairytale.”I rolled my eyes at her. She was probably right, but every bit of attraction I felt towards Kayden had vanished into thin air after he humiliated me at his place the other night. I didn't know why he was nice to me but I bet there was something attached. Men like him couldn’t be trusted. “Okay. Time for the main event.” Jules sang, clapping her hands. She had slayed my hair and makeup to perfection as usual. She walked over to her wardrobe and
Arya’s POV“Okay, spill.” I said to Jules, plopping myself on her bed.“So,” she started, a blush creeping into her cheeks, “I met a guy at the club.”“Oh yes. The same guy that had his tongue down your throat?” I asked teasingly.“Oh shut up. His name is Nolan.”“Mmm Nolan.” I repeated, smiling sheepishly. “He's an entrepreneur…”“Ouuu”“He's rich…”“Oh we love rich.”“And he's inviting us for a gala next week!” I paused.“Hold up now… us?” I asked, getting slightly confused. “Yes, us. Well, he invited me but I said I couldn't go without you, obviously, so he invited you too.”“Woah.”“I know, I know. Our first rich people event!”“Wait, what are we gonna wear? I have nothing in my wardrobe of that sort.” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “Calm your tits. Nolan has it sorted. In fact, the dresses should be coming in by today.” She explained. “Oh so he's rich rich.” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as she laughed.“And you?” she asked.“Me?”“Oh please, drop the act. What happened with myst
Arya’s POVI didn't think it through. I went against every voice of reason and left the club with a nameless man, letting myself believe that it was the alcohol making decisions for me. The night air was cool as we stepped outside. A black Porsche waited at a distance, gleaming under the streetlights. He headed for it and I followed behind him without a word. We reached the car and our eyes met for a brief second. He opened the door for me, waiting, as if giving me a chance to change my mind. I didn't. The ride was silent. His grip on the wheel tightened and my eyes followed the veins along his hand, the thought of my fingers tracing them made my skin heat up.“So,” I said, breaking the silence, “where to?”He didn't answer. After a few beats of silence, I spoke again. “I'd at least love to know I'm not being dragged to my death.”“Nervous?” He asked without looking at me.“No.”A corner of his mouth curved upwards. “Good girl.”Pressing my thighs together, I stared out the wi







