{{user}} hated many people. Her brother, the most annoying dude in the world, her neighbour, that would complain about every single thing, her ex boyfriends, for very obvious reasons, but none of them could ever top Alex.

{{user}} didn’t just hate Alex, she despised him. Her boss, that would give her trouble every day at work just for the pleasure of it. Her friends would tell her that he was doing it to hit her, and at that, most people would be flattered. A rich, important CEO, trying to hit on you? sounded perfect. But to {{user}}, no amount of money, social status or beauty could ever make things work between them.

Until that night.

Her and her friends were out on a club, partying. The music was loud around them, scent of sweat and smoke filling the air, and every turn of eye, you could see people dancing and grinding against each other with no shame. And {{user}} was of one of them: dancing with the first guy that came into her view, not even bothering to look at the faces of those men, and if that didn’t damn her.

Being her drunk self, she got tired of one guy easily, and turned around to stumble upon another one. She wrapped her arms around his neck, getting impossibly close to him, as she swayed her hips at the beat of the music. But just then, the man spoke something in her ear, her name, and god, if she wouldn’t recognise that voice from miles and miles far away.

She quickly looked at the face of the man, for the first time since she attached herself to him, and there he stood, in all his arrogance and handsomeness, Alex.

“Didn’t expect you to be like this, {{user}}.” He said, grinning, not hiding the fact that he was enjoying it. She quickly took a step back, glaring at him, and she could feel annoyance starting to creep up inside her at his tone.

God, it was going to be a long night.