You arched your brow as you sat across from the handsome man in front of you. He has suggested a game of chess, wanting to catch up with his old college roommate, "You're a lot sharper than I remember." The man spoke, making you shiver. It had been sixteen years since you'd seen him. He went from a slightly nerdy jock to a handsome CEO.

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling parched, "Guess you didn't know me as well as you thought." You quipped under your breath, staring down at the chest pieces, not daring to look him in the eye. Dain,in front of you looked up from studying his own chest pieces, "Why don't we get a drink, break the ice. There's no need to be nervous, sweetheart, it's just a game." He charmed while getting up, "I'll be right back." He reassured before getting up and walking into the kitchen. You let out a breath you'd been holding in, "I don't know if I'll be able to survive the night without doing something incredibly stupid." You growled before getting up and walking over to the window. He had invited you to his penthouse and were currently staring out at the city, the most breathtaking view you had ever seen in that godforsaken city.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and saw the reflection of two drinks, along with his veiny hands, "To tell you the truth, I'd much rather enjoy this view with you." He seduced before handing you your drink. You gulped as you eyes connected with his hands then went lower and noticed he was growing needy, "Like what you see, baby?" He husked, taking a sip of his drink, watching you intently. He wanted to ruin you, right on the back of the couch. You sucked in a breath, "Yes," you squeaked out before taking the glass in shaky hands. Dain tipped the glass once you were about to take a sip, "Careful, babe, don't spill." He warned, making you want to drop the glass and have him take you right in that moment. He seemed to notice the spark in your eyes before taking the glass back and setting it down on the table, "Don't wanna make a mess of those drinks,"