Twisted (A Bodyguard Romance)

chapter one

.Austin's POV.

    "Austin, my man!"

    I turned around while sitting in my bar stool and smiled widely when I saw one of my close friends calling me. I was having my drink when I heard him.

    "Fresco," I grinned and stood up. He walked up to me and laughing seeing me after so long. We slapped our hands with each other and I pulled him to me for a hug, patting his back hard.

    "It's so good to see you, man. After so long." Fresco said.

    "It is." I said, "Oh, Happy Birthday." I said when I remembered the main reason why I'm here.

    He laughed, "Thanks. Make sure to enjoy rest of the party. I know it's a bit crowded but trust me; it's one of the best clubs in the entire Montreal. I know, you don't prefer this much crowd but, for me, stay as longer as you can."

    I chuckled, "Okay, don't worry. I will."

    "You want to come upstairs? You know, the entire VIP section is ours for tonight." He smirks giving me that smug look that always meant nothing but trouble...with fun.

    "I know, you rich brat." I said and he laughed, "But I'm okay here. I'll have my drink." I said.

    "You sure?" he asked.

    "Yes," I nodded. I took my glass of brandy and drank from the glass a bit.

    My friend looked at the bartender, "His drinks are on me," The bartender smirked and saluted.

    He turned to me and continued, "Okay, meet me before you leave," He said and I nodded with the drink in my mouth, "...with a girl." He smirked. I slightly choked and smirked at him. He winked and got away.

    I shook my head smirking and sat back on my stool.

    I completed my drink and gestured to the bartender for another. He nodded and I smiled softly nodding back.

    Fresco is having a small birthday party at this famous club in Montreal. I will say it's anything but small but whatever floats that jackass's boat. The entire club is full of unknown people while the top VIP section is the only place where I know some of my friends.

    I try to avoid as much as socialites because I'm not a people person. I tend to get irritated when people ask about my personal life.

    Even though my personal life is normal as hell with no drama, I don't like to talk about it. I like things private.

    Privacy is my first policy.

    The bartender bought me another drink and put it on the table. I smiled giving him a small salute. He nodded and went away to attend to other customers.

    I sipped my drink and looked down at the amber liquid. After a few minutes, the bartender came and slipped a paper in front of me. I looked up at him in confusion and he eyed me in a direction which led to a beautiful girl.

    I would be lying if I say that I didn't feel the urge to fuck her.

    She was gorgeous.

    She was wearing a tight silver dress that hugged her body in perfection. The length reached her mid-thigh as her caramel brown hair was open and curled, with dark smoky eye makeup and dark brown lipstick.

    Kill me.

    "She asked about you," The bartender whispers.

    "Hmm," I nodded and dismissed him. I opened the paper to see what was inside it. Maybe it's her number. But looks like, I was wrong...

    'I like your pants. Mind if I take it off?'

    I slowly, swiftly look up at her and saw her already looking at me, with an unknown expression that I couldn't detect. She was a mystery to me at the moment.

    She seems fiery and...a bad one.

    I like it.

    I smirked and put the paper inside my pocket as I don't think throwing it away would give a good impression. I picked up my glass and drank my drink while keeping my eyes on her.

    Suddenly she sipped her drink one last time and put her glass on the counter and...made her way...towards me?

    What the...?

    She walked closer to my side and stood just in front of me. My glass was in the air, in the direction of my mouth as I took her presence.

    "So, are you planning on fucking me or should I find another guy?"