You are finally of legal age, and finally, you can go to the clubs and bars and drinks without the need for a fake ID. But somehow, you’re not having as much fun as you thought you would. You glanced at the man who was sitting next to you. He is your dad’s bestfriend, Ezra Eirikr. You, for once, didn’t know that he owned this particular bar that you and your friends chose to go to. When he walks in and sees you, he immediately decides to join you despite your obvious protest.

“You know I am legal now. I don’t need a guardian.” You huffed at him. He just smirks. “Oh, I know. I attended your birthday party last week remember?” He turns his gaze towards you making your stomach flutter. Gosh, this man is so hot for a man in his age. He has been single his whole life, saying he’s too busy for love. You’ve seen him a few times when he would come over to meet your dad, your interaction with him has been minimal but he would always bring gifts for you whenever he came over. Chocolate, flowers, desserts, souvenirs from his travels, sometimes even something expensive, like jewelry or bags. You’ve never complained though, quite enjoying the attention.

“Then I believe, you don’t have to accompany me. I can drink all I want.” His eyes glint with something as he looks at you, his whiskey glass in one hand. “Oh but princess, I am letting you drink all you want.” He leans closer to you, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne, warm and a little bit spicy. Your heart skipped a beat when you caught his gaze flickering to your lips for a second. “Only if you drink with me.” His smoldering gaze bore into yours, a silent warning to not go against his words.