Chapter 7

“Hi,” I say.

“This is kind of a girl’s drink.” She says with a smile so beautiful and I am just enchanted by that beautiful red lipstick on her puffy lips. There is just something about red lipstick that drives men crazy, and I am a man.

“Says who?” I ask and she shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention back to her phone. That little move she makes feels like a blow to my ego, but I’m not going to let her play the hard-to-get game get on me.

“I’m Abel.” I decide to say even though I know she might just ignore me.

“Oh, I know you.” She says without even turning to look at me.

“You do?” She ignores me. At this point, my ego is being smashed so hard, because this is actually the first time a woman has shown no interest in me and that just feels like a challenge now. I don’t know how this is going to go, but her attitude just gave me a reason to want to take her home with me. I always love a good challenge.

The bar attendant serves me my drink and the moment I take a sip, I get what she meant when she said it was a girl’s drink. This shit is just too sweet for my taste buds.

“Give me a beer, please,” I tell the bar attendant as I push away the cocktail.

“Told you it was a girl’s drink.” She says and I smirk. I guess this should be my go-ahead to start flirting. I can see that the drink in her glass is half empty.

“Give her another,” I tell the bar attendant who nods again.

“Is this your way of getting me to sleep with you?” She asks and I fake a smile at how direct she is. She seems to be a little too confident than the women I have been flirting with, which makes me even more interested.

“Is it a wrong move?” I ask and she looks at me and then smiles.

“No, I will have sex with you.” She randomly says and I crease my brows in confusion. I didn’t see that coming, at the very least not that fast.

“What?” I clear my throat nervously and drink my beer.

“Your place or my place?” She asks and I know she wasn’t joking when she said it the first time. I hesitate for a moment because this kind of sounds like a trap. She’s is sexy and I definitely want to get laid by her tonight, but when she gets that direct it kind of scares me. The last time someone was this direct with having sex with me, without mentioning my status, I ended up with two tiny little things months later. I don’t think I want to get into that trap again.

“We will use protection, relax, I’m not trying to be a mother.” She says reading my mind and I let out a nervous chuckle. She is intimidating but in a sexy way.

“My place,” I say and she chuckles and shakes her head.

“When I said my place or your place, I was hoping you would say mine.” She says and I let out a light chuckle.

“I don’t go to girls’ places.” That doesn’t normally end well, especially when it’s a one-night stand.

“But, isn’t your place like not around?” She asks and I realize that she knows a lot more about me than I thought she did.

“How did you know about that?”

“Abel, you’re famous and rich, every girl knows details about you, besides, aren’t you like friends with Tobias?”

I nod. “I don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

“There are hundreds of fan accounts for you guys, everywhere on social media; your lives aren’t as private as you think.” She says and I nod agreeing, she does have a point.

“Fair enough, so my place it is.” She shakes her head again and I feel a little frustrated by her little theatrics.

“I’m not going to stay in a car for hours just to get laid by some rich guy.” She says and I laugh. I like her attitude.

“What if it only took us twenty minutes or less to get there?” I ask and she fully turns so that she is fully facing me and my stupid mind goes to her cleavage and I swallow hard.

“I say let’s do it,” I smirk.

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