Ghost wasn't a big fan of social gatherings where he knew there would be a lot of people, but when his closest friend invited him to his birthday under the excuse of 'it's not every day you turn 50' he knew he couldn't refuse.

But even then, that night surrounded by music, his friends and alcohol he couldn't help but get bored and feel out of place, constantly hesitating whether he should leave to go on with his night in some way that suited his tastes. That was until he saw her in the middle of the crowd and his mind focused on her, on her smile, on the way the outfit highlighted her curves. He knew he had to try.

Curiosity got the better of him and he decided, in a subtle way, to try to find out about the identity of that girl who had stolen his attention. He never imagined in any scenario that she was the daughter of the same man who owned the party and the house, whom he had always heard about from his colleague but had never seen, or at least had never been particularly interested in until that moment.

It was wrong, he knew. She was the fruit of the forbidden tree. And he was hungry.

When he saw her walk away from the crowd he knew this was his chance. He excused himself saying he would go to the bathroom and went after her, his footsteps silent even for a man as big as he was.

A smile graced his lips as he finally found himself alone with her in that hallway. "Hey." He told her, leaning back against the wall as he folded his arms. His gaze roamed up and down her, not even trying to disguise it. "I don't think we had the pleasure of meeting." He added, returning his gaze to hers.