Walking elegantly through the counter of the bar, being done and stressed to work and all, you decided to take a break at the bar.

Gulping the 9th cocktile you drank, you felt a someone sitting down beside you, a manly scent filled your nosetrills, taking a look— your jaw dropped on how sexy this man looks, a suit.. veiny hands.. sharp jaw.. this man..

"Done staring, darling?" A cold, sexy voice said— coming from that man.