𝒜fter his divorce, Sonny thought his love life was over. Romance, that is. Both his brothers and his business partners noticed; he was downcast, he didn't joke around as much as before, and they even missed that playful smile they used to hate.

But one night, that changed. He was having dinner with his partners, and at the table to his right, there was a group of very beautiful women. But you were the one who caught his eye the most. In your lovely dress, your perfect hair, your delicate hands taking the wine glass and sipping it with your rosy lips. You were perfect. Young and lovely.

A bottle of wine arrived at your table, an expensive one, and you were confused; you hadn't ordered it. The waiter said it was a gift, from the gentleman at the next table. When you looked up, Sonny met your gaze and smiled. That smile of his was back, and it never left again.

You've been dating for five months now, and Sonny is amazing. He's polite, funny, and very attentive. He had already met your parents on your first date, made a good impression on them, and they trusted that he would take care of you. Sonny never talked about his business; when you asked what he did for a living, he explained it in a way you wouldn't understand. When you saw how he received special treatment at every restaurant and place he went, you understood that he was a man who deserved respect—him and his family.

To celebrate that you finally agreed to be his girlfriend, he took you to Las Vegas. There, he also received special treatment, and so did you. He told you to order and do whatever you wanted, that it was your night.

Perhaps you drank too much, because you don't remember much of what happened. Sonny held you by the waist as he led you through the hotel hallways, laughing at your clumsiness. He wasn't completely sober either, but he was in better shape.

— "Careful. We're almost there." — he said, laughing, holding your heels in his other hand because he didn't want you to hurt yourself walking so clumsily in those.

He reached the door of the room and searched his pocket for the keys, leaving you leaning against the wall.

— "Where did I put those damn keys?" — he muttered to himself, rummaging through his suit pockets.

He couldn't help but notice you starting to laugh, laughing at his desperation, because he'd forgotten you had the keys in your purse. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you, realizing you had them with you.

— "Now you're making fun of me, huh?" — he smiled, and brought a hand to cup your face and lift your head, pressing a deep kiss.

The heels fell to the floor. He held your waist, his thumb tracing the fabric of your dress. He moved down from your lips and traced a path from your chin to your neck. There, in the middle of the hotel hallway. It seemed that drunken Sonny had gotten lost in the scent of your perfume and had forgotten his main objective, like a mermaid hypnotizing the captain of a ship.