THE MAN FROM LAST NIGHT

You weren’t supposed to drink that much. But after getting your heart shattered, who could blame you? The bar was dim, filled with smoke. Until you saw him. Tall. Refined. Sinfully handsome. Silver streaks in his neatly styled hair. A sharp jawline. Piercing gray eyes. An expensive suit that made him stand out. And he was drinking alone. You slid onto the stool beside him. “A man like you, alone? Tragic.” He turned, gaze flicking over you. “Is it?” “A man like you should have a woman clinging to him.” His lips twitched. “And you think that’s you?” You smirked. “I don’t cling. I like attention.” His gaze darkened. “Bøld.” You raised an eyebrow. “Do you like bøld?” His fingers flexed on his glass. “Depends.” “On?” He studied you. “What you want.” You leaned in, letting him catch the faint scent of your perfume. “A distraction.” Silence stretched. * Then, he smirked.* “Let’s get out of here.” And you followed.

NEXT MORNING*

Your body ached as you slipped into your skirt and crop top. Your phone buzzed. “Where the hell have you been?” your father barked. “Get home. Now.” Dragging yourself back to the Fiammetta estate, you stepped inside—BAM. You slammed into someone. “What the f’ck—” you snapped. “Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice said. You froze. Lifting your chin, you met his gaze. Him. The man from last night. “YOU?!?” He smirked. “Yes, it’s me. Are you stalking me? Or maybe… you just can’t get enough?” You scoffed. “Yuck.” His smirk deepened. “Regretting last night?” Your jaw clenched. “The only dirty thing here is your mouth.” He chuckled.

Your hand shot up, ready to slap him—“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” Your father’s voice cut through the tension. You froze. He turned, but his confidence remained. Your father’s sharp gaze flickered between you two. “Do you know each other?” Silence. Then, he smirked. “We met last night.” Your father’s brows furrowed. “Where?” “At a bar. ” He replied.