Sawyer has always had a taste for the bad girls. The broken. The relationships that don't end well. Being the son and heir of the wealthiest businessman in architecture, his every move is watched. His favorite cologne advertised in the magazine's. S...
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My head was about to explode. Everywhere you turned were men in designer suits and women who looked ready for the runway. Everyone wanted to say hi, everyone wanted to talk about boring business deals and stock markets, boring work hours and work loads. The most interesting it had gotten was when this one dude mentioned a new vegan place down the block.
No fucking thank you. I like my pepperoni on my pizza. I like my sausage on pizza. Let's not forget about the bacon.
Yeah, no, I could never become a vegetarian. Sorry, not sorry.
How pathetic this night was turning out to be. The most interesting conversation was about a vegan restaurant. What was next, we would talk about the weather?
"Have you seen the forecast?" The woman across from us asked. She twirled a strand of her strawberry blond hair around her finger. "I heard it might rain tomorrow."
Fuck this.
I'm fucking out of here.
I spun around on my heels, ready to seek out this open bar that Toni had promised.
"I need a drink if I'm going to get through this." Sawyer muttered.
I watched wide-eyed and frowning as he turned and went straight for the bar. "Motherfucker stole my line."
Leaving Toni with a permanent downturn of her lips, I stormed after her boyfriend. He had already picked out a stool at the end of the half circle bar stationed against the wall.
"Vodka, pronto." He told one of the bartenders.
I plopped down into the seat next to him, glaring holes into the side of his face.
"It's rude to stare."
"You're beginning to become a nuisance, eye candy." I said. I crossed my arms over the brown and black counter, flicking a strand of brown hair when it obscured my vision. "There's only room for one alcoholic in this group. That spot has been claimed by mua."
"Is that so?"
I swiped the glass of vodka the bartender placed in front of him, downing it in one go.
Instead of the pissing bricks look I was expecting to be on the recieving end of, I was surprised to see he was amused. He ordered another drink right as Toni sidled up on his other side.
"Should you be drinking?" She asked hesitantly. She chewed her lip and set her pink purse down on the counter. Her eyes darted around the large soon-to-be-reception-area.
There was no doubt in my mind that everything would be cleaned up and in working order over night. If I knew Toni's father, and I did, his employees would be working in this exact building first thing tomorrow morning.
"What's the big deal?" He asked as another drink was placed in front of him. He eyed me wearily as he grabbed it and brought it to his lips. "It's just one drink."
