His true intentions [Part 2]

STEPHANIE STAYED SILENT, HER head aching and the burning sensation in her throat still there. She groaned quietly, a silent question that asked him to leave. "What secret?" She slurred, "What's going on?"

"Secret is…I've had my eyes on you almost since I witnessed your stunning entrance. It would have been rude of me to say this at the time but right then and I there I wished to just take you for granted. Sin a little, no one's a saint right?" He pressed his lip to her ear and despite her being completely wasted, she shoved him off, cringing at the wet touch of his tongue.

"Get away from me, you fucking pervert!" She cursed, a tendency she did when she was drunk. She wiped her ears with her palm and furrowed her brows when the man arched his and started toward her again. Her vision was cloudy and all her senses seemed to be heightened. She squinted her eyes to examine his appearance but her effort was lousy.

She made out the mushed together colors of his skin and his blue suit as well as straight surfers cut dyed blonde hair.

"Listen here, babes, your struggling is only making things worse on your behalf." He growled out and grabbed her wrists, "Now I'm a man who gets whatever the hell I want when I want it without problems and when I don't I tend to get really mad. You understand that sweetheart? Now don't fucking try and—"

Before he could finish Stephanie kicked him right in the nuts, her knees situated below him enough to get the perfect angle of his manhood.

"Fucking bitch." He released his grip when he clutched between his legs. He then narrowed his eyes at her, pointing a finger. "This isn't over sweetheart. You'll see me again." He turned his back to her and Stephanie made sure that he disappeared through the crowd of partying people before she turn toward the alcohol table again.

She picked up another glass but it didn't reach her lips because someone's hand dipped over her shoulder and snatched it.

Assuming it was the same person, the girl swung around with her palm raised, reaching for his face but once again she was caught. "What do you want from me?!" She asked, her brows arched but then she paused. It definitely wasn't the same guy.

This person happened to be much taller and as her eyes wandered up his body, her words got caught in her throat so much that she felt like puking. She followed up his stomach and his chest that was covered in a loose black shirt, two buttons down to reveal his chest. His strong hard chest.

"Nothing that you give or is willing to give in that matter." He spoke and she almost flinched. He sounded different—meaner and frustrated, and his eyes hadn't met hers for longer than a second. He was looking over her shoulder and he still had her wrist held tightly. "Who was the guy here a moment ago?"

"Some pervert." She pushed her hand down and broke his hold, "I'm hoping your not one too." She tiptoes reaching for her drink in his hands but he lifted it over his hand and pushed her down by her shoulder.

Finally, he seemed to have acknowledged her. His gaze went from her face to her body meanwhile Stephanie felt as though she had been completely exposed. Naked to the likes of him. Something flashed in his eyes, something dark and for a slip second she swore she saw a smirk on his lips.

"You look terrible." He stared inside the glass and smelled it right before he poured it down his throat. Licking his lips, he set the glass down on the table and pressed his lips to her ear, "Yet better." He traced his finger down her dress strap, "Much better."

He was close, so close that Stephanie could have almost taste the vodka from his mouth. It burned her nose yet somehow she remained planted in place.

"I didn't take you for the vodka type."

"Well…you," She swallowed and poked his chest, "You…" She bit her lip, "You don't know—" Suddenly she snickered and her words got lost when she felt bile burn up to her throat, spewing on herself as well as the man in front of her. Her eyes widened when she looked back and forth from the wet clear vomit on his shirt and at the horrifying expression on his face.

"So upon our second meeting and you've already managed to shower me in your mess."

Finally Stephanie was able to put a face to his voice despite her blurry vision and aching head and once she did, her heart sunk.

"Oliver Black?" She had almost forgotten the last days and him along with it.

"You never expected to see me again, huh?" He questioned, "Have you finally came to your senses that I could simply ruin you with a single snap of my finger. You were real stubborn then."

He was right. Stephanie made a huge mistake at that interview. She made him see right through her. How weak she was, and with him known to be one of the most feared persons in New York she was frightened but not because she was acting off of the alcohol in her system. She knew what he was capable of.

After all, the name she saw on her grandmother's card was his company. He was apart of her Granny's reason for selling her home.

He remained still but the  his eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrist, "Come with me. I'm not asking."