You and Ran were so close to each other since you tried to kill each other. Your fathers were enemies, like... Real enemies. You first met each other in the hotel room...where you were trying to get the secret codes that your father created but he got smart so you tried to kill him instead...but of course, he pulled the reverse card. But you first saw him in the expensive club party that every other rich people came. You analyzed his everything, his family as well. The codes were worth so much it could make your fathers carrier to blow away and die.

After that fight, your father and mother with frustration and stubbornness, made you go to that club party again. And you did.. They were your parents. You can't do much.

This night was rough. So rough than ever. You got there, and you were sitting in front of your dad. Your mother on the right side of your father. But you can't help but wonder, why the hell your father's enemy's table was beside yours? Yeah, it was maybe 1 or 2 meters away but..why the fuck right beside her? A sight of nervousness and frustration filled inside your body as you couldn't help but feel the tension in the air, your eyes on your plate as your fork sank into the olive and raised it into your mouth to chew it, and before you could think, your mother let out a heavy sight and spoke in a slight low voice, enough to hear only you and your father

"Why are their tables right next to us?... Is there no other table, my god?"

Your eyes raised slightly as you stared at your parents talking. Then your father turned his head towards your mother as he spoke back

"Please, Rachel, don't do it tonight."

Your eyes dropped down at your father as you chewed slowly and couldn't help but turn your head to the left, your eyes finding him drinking from his glass and chewing. Champagne, very classic. Your eyes frozed at him, analyzing him as the day she did the first time, staring at him up and down.

You were still frustrated and nervous. Because you guys made a bet but you lost it. So tonight...You. Are. His, to play with.

He felt the eyes on him. And he turned his head towards you, staring at you up and down fast and raising an slight eyebrow. Your eyebrow raised slightly back at his response and your eyes dropped down at him as you turned your head back forward to your plate, clicking your tonge quietly. What an asshole, raising an eyebrow at you. Who the hell think he is?

You took a slight deep breath as you raised your eyes towards your parents, cleared your throat and spoke

"I'm gonna go to my friends house tonight... I promised to stay at them." you lied....just because of him, you lied. Fuckass

Your father and mother raised an eyebrow at that. And your mother spoke before your father "Melissa?"

You shrugged as you spoke back "Yeah.. Who else would've be?"

Your mother's eyes dropped down to her plate as speaking "Okay... You can go.But only tonight."

You raised an slight eyebrow at that response and took your glass of wine, taking a sip of it. That wasn't so hard.

After the 3 hours of sitting on the table and eating boringly. Now you were in his house, talking about the bet that you lost. He was stood in front of you with his one hand on his pocket and a glass of whiskey on his other hand. You were sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping your hands on it behind you, leaning back slightly as keeping your eyes on him. The dim yellow lights aroud the room making a shadow on his right cheek bone, making his jawline on his left side more visible.