SEBASTIAN

''Young man, you seem to be more into business than your father was in your age. I am sure he's proud of you'' The old man lightly patted my back, making me chuckle.

''Thank you Mr. Mendez'' I smiled, but I knew that was not true. No matter how much I worked hard, everything I do will always be inferior to him. I will always be a spoiled brat in his eyes.

''Years of friendship and this is what have to you say to my son, Johnny'' Dad playfully glared at Mr. Mendez standing beside him.

He was never playful with me.

I nodded my head stiffly as a greeting, he did the same.

I knew Mr. Mendez from a very young age, he was always one of dad's closest friends. While Uncle Terry was more preserved and sophisticated, dad loved to be friendly and outgoing, with his friends.

Uncle Terry is my dad's younger brother and my only cousin's dad.

While the old men spoke I glanced around at the hall. They had done an excellent job arranging the venue and organizing the event in such a short period of time.

When Ella asked me about how I knew about the event, I dismissed it, but little did she know how much involved I was with this company, and now, let's keep it to the fate to unfold.

Businessmen and women were classily dressed in their rich attires; I had always been a part of this life and somehow I always knew the fucking plastics.

While my eyes swept the hall, I knew they were searching for a particular someone. I knew she was here, and I hadn't seen her after our kiss. No matter how much I hate it, my heart childishly somersaults whenever her thought crosses my mind. It's as if she has cast a spell in my mind, in my fucking heart, that nothing else seems to outshine the brightness she has caused.

The way her doe-like brown eyes innocently stare at something but hold fierceness whenever meets mine. I will not say, I love making her furious but that fucking state is the sexiest state I have ever seen in a woman.

Fuck, what am I doing?

Amidst a thousand businessmen and beautiful desirable women, my fucking thoughts kept going back to hers.

''Hey, handsome'' someone purred in my ears making me turn around with a smirk.

Bethany Michelson is the daughter of one of the country's leading wine businesses. She donned a crimson glittering one-off-shoulder gown with a very deep V neckline that showed off her cleavage and left little to the imagination.

Bethany was my age, she was always one of the gorgeous women I had met, but she was also one of those people with whom I never had any sexual connections or, you know, anything else.

I am might be an Asshole- just like she says- but I am not a dumbass to lead one of the biggest investors of our company; heiress to nothing. Now, looking at her I cannot help but compare her with the female in my mind. That's what I have been doing the whole fucking night, comparing every woman with her.

While Bethany had huge hips and a curved figure, she was appealing, but the lady in my head had seductive curves and hips that were juicy enough for my rough hands to push against, and she was exquisite.

''You want a drink?'' Bethany whispered stepping closer to me. She was wearing a really strong perfume, which immediately stung my brain.

Her smell is always light and alluring.

I should stop.

I have never thought about another woman whenever I was with a particular one, so what was going wrong?

''No, but I can get you one'' I smirked and winked stepping closer to her, she smirked back. This was how our relationship worked, we always have useless flirts and banters.

''So get me-one'' She whispered stepping closer, her perfume was too strong. She took a hold of my hand in hers and started walking towards the bar. My eyes still scanned the arena but she was not there.

Did she decide not to come?

I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't get her image out of my mind since the kiss. The kiss. Which meant nothing to us more like her. I knew it meant nothing because the next day she behaved pretty normal as if we hadn't kissed, as if I didn't get a hard-on just by kissing her, as if she wasn't the most different yet the most enticing kiss have ever had.

I knew I was an asshole to leave that night but that is what I always do, I walk off. Feelings are not my thing and by just kissing her, something within me stirred, something I never felt.

I was going crazy that time, I just wanted to go back to the kitchen and kiss her again. But I couldn't, she was off-limits, she was my best friend's little sister for fuck's sake.

In the morning, the least I expected her to be was to be angry, to be at least a little bit sad, hell I even wanted her to be disappointed in me but she didn't, she didn't fucking care. On the other hand, she fucking asked me, if I wanted Tylenol.

Fuck. If I didn't lose my mind that time.

I knew, she would never waste a single breath or thought on a person like me, she knows me as a fuck boy, an asshole just like she calls, so why would a stupid kiss bother her. Because for her, it was just a kiss.

But for me, it was everything I have ever wanted.

Fuck, I didn't just think that.

''So now that you have taken over the company what's your plan?'' Bethany asked sipping from the glass of red wine she held. I slid into the seat next to hers.

''Nothing'' I shrugged, ''more responsibilities, I guess'' I added.

''' Hmm, you know your 'player' reputation is not good for your image right?'' She asked tilting the glass of wine and smirking at me.

''Businessman at day and player at night'' I smirked looking back at her and went back in scanning the hall. I saw that fucker Maver and Jace's chick sitting in two of the chairs but where the fuck was she?

''Plus, I am careful with whom I sleep with'' I looked back and winked in her direction.

''Of course'' She rolled her eyes.

I am sure my father would now want me to act like a monk, which is not possible.

''What's your plan? You're taking over the company as well'' I asked taking a sip of water.

''Well I know, what type of plan you're asking about'' She giggled, ''but at the moment I am fucking my assistant, my pussy doesn't like to rest'' She added drinking again.

''And your dad's fine with that?'' I asked, raising an eyebrow in interest.

''No'' she rolled her eyes, ''he wants me to get married to some 35-year-old billionaire, and I am like, 'sorry dad, his dick won't satisfy my pussy' '' She mumbled while I laughed.

This is what I liked about her, it was so natural to talk to her about things. Maybe it was because we both were similar. Quite similar.

''Hey, pussycat'' Two hands enclosed her waist which instantly brought a smile to her face.

''Hey, you'' She whispered turning around and kissing his cheeks.

The man wore a dark green suit and a red bow tie matching Bethany's dress, so this was the assistant.

''I missed you'' She whispered in his ears.

''I missed you too'' He whispered trailing his hands in her lower abdomen, ''but did it miss me?'' He huskily asked.

Fuck, are they gonna have sex in public?

I loudly cleared my throat, ''I will let you two be'' and I awkwardly walked away. Bethany called my name, maybe to introduce me, but picked up my pace and lost them to the crowd.

Fuck, they were worse than Jace and his chick.

I stood in the middle of the hall and scanned the arena again, fucking hell what is wrong with me?

Just as I thought I wouldn't see her tonight, she emerged from a little room on the opposite end. There was a young boy accompanying her and the way she shifted her hands and moving her lips so fast, I knew, she dictating work. She was dictating the work as if she owned this as if she was the queen. Her posture professional and her expression soft-like bold-fiery queen.

She wore a navy off-shoulder gown which hugged every curve of her body and the cut from her knees revealed her long milky legs, her silky long strands flowed over her shoulder making her look even more breathtaking than she already was.

Fuck.

Watching her after days felt like an eternity. She didn't seem to notice my gaze on her; she was that immersed in her work, which was in a way good for me.

''Hey Cuz'' Someone patted my back from behind, I turned back only to meet my annoying little cousin who was two years younger than me.

''Luke'' I grumbled hugging him.

''Aww, why do you look sad? Aren't you enjoying yourself'' He asked with a smirk.

''I am'' now.

She walked towards that Fucker Maver and Jenna, who were still sitting and talking about something. Luke stood beside me and continued to bicker about his day.

I and Luke grew up together, though I was two years older than him, we got along. He was the annoying little brother I never had. He was also the lucky one amongst the two of us; always got the best of everything. His father, Uncle Charles never missed an occasion to shower his love for his son, while my father, he scarcely remembered my birthday, let alone shower me with love.

My eyes seemed to be glued on a particular woman wearing a navy blue gown, who was now laughing with that fucker Maver.

What was going on between them?

''Fuck'' Luke loudly cursed beside me with widened eyes.

''What?'' I warily asked, moving my eyes back to her.

''What is she doing here?'' He exclaimed looking in the direction I was watching. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

Jenna?

''You mean Jenna? She's-'' He cut of me off.

''No, Elli'' He whispered, while sadness swirled in his eyes,

''Elli?'' I muttered warily looking back at him. There was no Elli there, he's behaving like he's drunk. Unless he actually is. Before I could ask him if he was drunk, he took the name which made my heartbeat stop.

''Arabella'' He whispered staring at her. I froze and my expression hardened.

How did he know her?

''You know her?'' I asked stiffly, yet stared back at her, how her hair bounced with laughter for whatever fucking joke that fucker was sharing with her.

''Yes'' He whispered and I nodded.

''A friend?'' I asked, keeping my eyes on her.

''Ex''

AUTHOR'S NOTE.