1 Kayla's P.O.V
F**k!
Fuck fuck fuck! i kept saying these same words over and over in utter frustration as I had to accept the fact that my search for my phone was completely hopeless. Thinking I could enjoy my night a little at the bar after my hell of a work as an ordinary waitress but thanks to my demonic boss who derives pleasure in making your life a living hell, my work seems a lot more tasking than it's supposed to be and now I am currently spending close to an hour paying for my carelessness. Spunning around I headed towards an alley leading straight to God knows were. What had come over me i asked myself for the millionth time? I kept moving and just great it! It kept getting darker. Turns out it became an advantage to me as I was saved from seeing people making out shamelessly which makes me cringe in disgust. I yelled in frustration in an attempt to see where I was going not until I felt myself being knocked down my a wall in form of a man or a man in form of a wall. Trust me I wasn't exaggerating. He was at least 6'3 inches tall from my look as a petite figure that I had thanks to my mum of course.
Hi' I managed to say in a whisper. From the corner of my eyes I could see him checking out my features. God! he was a definition of a Greek god. His huge muscles bulging out of his very tight T-shirt supported by very cool black jeans and a nice sneakers to match. In fact, everything about him screamed wealth.
He finally got himself and replied saying ''hey''. Looking up at him for the first time I could've sworn I had never seen such beautiful and alluring green orbs before. It seemed he had many emotions screaming through them at the same time. ''Get it together Kayla!'' scolded my inner voice. Realizing my self I began to stutter shamelessly and hastily ran to continue my search. I then noticed my breath had become quite stable than it had before. What could be wrong with me I asked myself? Why did I feel this way just seeing him? Suprisingly, this crazy guy had the nerve to follow me. Turning around I almost yelled in shock save for his large warm hands that quickly covered my moth turning my attempted screams into muffles. Gaining myself I asked ''what the fuck?'' I yelled.
Calm down feisty mouse he said making my cheeks suddenly heat up which was something that has never happened before for as long as I could remember. Am sorry ok i just felt the urge to know you more. Oh i said becoming more calm. Well I'm Kyle Davies and you are?
Woah woah hold on sec don't tell me you are the famous Kyle Davies that owns the Dave. Industry I asked putting on the most shocked expression. Yeah in the flesh and blood he said chuckling obviously amused at my expression. Well I'm Kayla Knight I said awkwardly completely aware of who he was now, I could not even find my tongue.
Kyle Davies, the multi-millionaire who used and dumped girls after a single night-stand with them. A cold and heartless man that never gave two shits about peoples feelings so how come I am I'm in an ongoing conversation with this guy. As if sensing my unenthusiasm in the discussion, he opted to have my phone number. Yes! my phone number. Making a small wave I dashed out almost immediately to continue my search. I finally found my phone with the bartender, Max. Nosey asshole I muttered under my breath. This guy has been trying ways and strategies to really get my attention but I've not really had the nerve for any relationship as I was still recovering from one 5 years ago. I quickly grabbed my phone and dashed out of the club but not before texting my worried sick mum who send up to 40 messages asking where the heck I was. I hurried straight to my house but not before preparing my mental self for a very long and tiring lecture form my mum. Luckily she was already heavily asleep in the sitting room. I tip toed quietly to my room careful not to slam the door. I quickly heaved a sigh and went in to take my shower and head to bed thinking about one thing: My encounter at the club.
