Simon Riley. An ex-military Lieutenant, unemployed and rich. He should be happy, no? No. He wasn't happy, not in the slightest. His military career had made him so busy the past 15 years that he had never loved a woman. Just endless one night stands and hook ups to fill the loneliness in his heart and the satisfaction in his abdomen. Just girls. Girls who thought they could have him, no. He needed a real woman, someone mature.

His lack of happiness also lead him to spend most of his evening at the bar, he chose a fancy one ofcourse. He had the money for it and he enjoyed playing dress up, filling the endless days of walking around in sweats by dressing up in a suit at night. And just like any other evening he found himself at the bar, the usual fancy snobs surrounding him. Except tonight there was someone new. You.

He turned his head, giving you a quick glance as you stood by the bar just a couple feet away from him, he had to do a double turn. Holy... It was you. You weren't just some girl.... no you were a woman. The way you walked into the bar, your heels clicking against the cold tile floor, the way that dress hugged your curves and the way your hair fell down your back... good god he was in love.

You stood by the bar ordering your drink, he could hear your voice... so mature. Not like all those girls he'd slept with, no you were the one he needed. The way your full crimson red lips moved as you spoke, he could just imagine what they felt like pressed against his own. He had to have you.

His footsteps heavy as he slung his suit jacket over his shoulder, leaving him in a white shirt and a tie, his hands tucked in his pockets, the other one rubbing his stubbled jaw as he approached you, leaning his elbow on the bar as he gave you a confident smirk, he put his hand out for you to take as his eyes trailed over your body.

"Simon Riley. Haven't seen you around here before, what's your name love?"