The Meeting

Alexander's POV

"Hire someone?" Alexander asked his friend Matt, confused.

"Hire someone. Come, think about it. You don't have a girlfriend, or you know love, but you know what you do have? Money and power. Two things everyone wants but most people don't have. You simply find someone who needs one or the other, and you strike a deal. Everything is done on your terms, and when the need for a wife is done, you both divorce and go your separate ways, never to speak of it again," Matt explained.

"When is the need done?"

"You know when pops—may his soul rest in peace in advance—you know, and when you gain the trust of the board and they no longer doubt you," he explained. Alexander could not believe he was actually considering this. Matt has been his best friend for the longest time, and they always give each other advice. So far, Matt hasn't given him a bad one or any reason to doubt his advice, but on this one, he's not so sure. 

"I don't know, man," he was voicing his concerns when he heard movements outside the door. He signaled to Matt not to make a sound. He went quietly to the door and opened it. A woman in the skimpiest skimpy dress he has ever seen came tumbling into the room.

"Fuck, uh, hey...hi...hey," she said, lifting herself off the floor and dusting her dress. Looking down at the floor sheepishly.

"Who are you, and what were you doing outside the door?" Alexander asked, irritated.

"Um, I was just looking for a bathroom; I thought this was it, but I heard voices from and_," she started.

"And instead of you leaving like every decent human being, you decided to eavesdrop?" 

His tone made her annoyed, and she lifted her head.

"I know what I did was wrong, but you don't have to be rude about it. I got curious like every 'decent' person would." Alexander, however, could no longer hear what she was saying. She had to be the most drop-dead gorgeous woman he had ever met. How can one woman be this beautiful?

Matt tapped him on the shoulder, and he stepped out of his reverie.

"What?" He asked; it seemed like someone spoke, and he missed it.

"I said I was sorry for eavesdropping; curiosity doesn't give me the right to do that. I really am sorry," she apologized.

"It's fine; just don't do it_" He started but was interrupted by a squeal.

"Oh my God, I know you; you're the cousin that helped Anabelle Corelli out of her brain block and gave her the first design for her last fashion show. Oh my God, that dress was so heavenly. What I'll give to have worn it on the runway It was a heavenly dress," she said, referring to the dress he sketched to help his cousin. It was just something he did on the whim. He didn't know it was going to cause such an uproar.

"Thank you; it was really nothing major. Wait, you said on the runaway, Are you a model?" Now that he asked the question, he could see that her tall frame and slender build made for a very good model. As a matter of fact, he'd be disappointed if she wasn't now.

She started to nod, but her eyes grew sad, and then she shook her head.

"I was, but um, something's happened. Long story anyway, I'm sorry again for listening in on your conversation. I'll be on my way now." She left the room, but Alexander could still smell her vanilla fragrance, and it was clouding his senses.

Matt snapped his finger in front of his face. "Earth to Alex?"

"That woman was breathtaking," he said before going back to sit.

"She really is a beautiful woman," Matt chuckled. "But don't forget, Alex, the real problem you have at hand."

Alex wasn't in the room anymore; all his thoughts were focused on the mystery woman.

Stephanie's POV

Stephanie all but ran from the room, completely aborting her mission of finding a bathroom.

She went downstairs and saw her friend sucking the lips off the strange guy she was dancing with earlier.

"Hey, can we leave?" She asked when she got close, and they let go of each other. Kate excused herself and dragged her to the corner.

"Can you go without me? I have...unfinished business. You can take my car; I won't need it. Here's the key." She handed the car keys over to Stephanie and looked at her expectantly.

"Babes! Are you sure? Are you drunk? He's a stranger. This doesn't seem safe."

"Yes, I'm sure, no, I'm not drunk, and I know he's a stranger, but we have a connection, and I'll share my location, I promise. I'll be fine. I'll call you to tell you I'm safe. Pleaseee," she pleaded.

"I don't know; I mean, if you say so."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She hugged Stephanie. They went back to where the guy was, and Stephanie collected his number from his house and made him show her his car to write down his number plate.

"Okay, that's enough now, goooo." Kate pushed her into the car and went back into the club with the guy.

Stephanie sighed and drove back to her apartment. The moment she arrived home, she stripped and couldn't be bothered with showering or wearing something else. She blacked out the moment her head touched her pillow. The guy from the club was on her mind.