Music boomed from the speakers on stage, sending vibrations throughout the whole club. Colorful lights of every color flashed over the pool of drunken bodies.

Darcy danced on the dance floor next to her friend, Erin. The two danced together in the most sexual way possible, hoping to catch attention from the opposite gender.

The world around them seemed to slip away with the more alcohol they drank. The music in the nightclub blasted out so loud, it was difficult to hear anything else.

Darcy Hale never liked the taste of alcohol but rather the sensation it gave her. The sensation was exhilarating, finally letting go of everything and pretending that nothing else mattered.

She had just recently moved to New York only a few weeks ago to finally get away from her dad. Her overprotective dad had tried to control everything she did in the past couple of years and wouldn't ever let her go anywhere without two bodyguards with her at all times.

Around Darcy's early teenage years, her dad opened a casino in New Jersey, and not too long after, money started to roll in.

The young girl had no idea where her dad had even acquired enough money to open a casino so big. If she ever asked, he would brush it off or try avoiding the question. Her dad never liked discussing business matters with his daughter.

Unbeknownst to Darcy, her dad had borrowed $50 million from the son of an old friend and he had yet to pay back the money. It had been years and his debt was long overdue.

And because of the abnormally large amount of money he owed and the fact that he had no intentions of ever paying off his debt, his daughter's life was thrown into jeopardy.

Vincent Ferraro, the man Darcy's dad was in debt to, was also was a rich businessman. But compared to her dad, Vincent was much wealthier. And he had become impatient after years of waiting for her dad to repay him and knowing the type of man he was, Darcy's dad knew he had something up his sleeve.

There had been rumors going that her dad hadn't failed to miss. There was no doubt that Vincent would try something on his precious daughter and so her dad began changing things.

He hired bodyguards, increasing security around the house, and controlling her daughter to a point it was suffocating. Although he only wanted the best for his daughter; it didn't seem like it to her. Especially not when he kept everything away from her and was always dodging or avoiding her questions.

So when Darcy saw an opportunity to leave, she did. She moved to New York, where she met Blake and Erin who were now her newest roommates. The three lived together in an apartment and had immediately got along with each other and became close friends.

Now all three of them were at one of the biggest, most popular, and packed nightclubs in New York, drowning themselves in alcohol.

Darcy was underage but they managed to sneak her inside the nightclub successfully without getting caught.

She took a large swig from her glass before she continued dancing in the most erotic way possible. She could feel sets of male eyes watch her and she couldn't help but smile.

"NICE MOVES DARCY!" Blake managed to shout to Darcy over the music.

Blake Billings was a 22-year-old psychology major who planned on becoming a therapist. He was the result of a drunken one-night stand and because of that, neither of his parents gave him any attention a kid would need growing up. They preferred to bury themselves in work and pretend the son they had was non-existent.

Because of the lack of love and affection growing up, he slept around, hoping that it would make him feel wanted in some type of way. And it did.

Darcy gave Blake a drunken smile before flicking him off. She liked this version of herself. Where she was out of her dad's reach and free to do whatever the hell she pleased.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an older man approach them.

"Heyy." Erin slurred to the man in front of them. Her eyes dragged along the man's body before licking her lips. She flashed him a flirty smile in appreciation.

Erin was horny and it was obvious. That was the main reason all three of them came to the nightclub. In hopes to forget about their stress for one night and get laid.

Except for Darcy. None of her past sexual relationships seemed to work. Most of them liked receiving more than giving and were horrible in bed. Her sex life had never been good, and at this point, she had pretty much given up on it.

Darcy ignored the man and continued dancing. He wasn't her type anyway. She wasn't too picky about her men, as long as they were nice to look at and respectful but this guy was just too... she couldn't explain it. Besides, Erin had already claimed him.

Erin Williams was the type of girl that made people turn heads when she walked into a room. Like Blake, she was 22-years-old and had just received her degree in political science. She was hardworking, independent, and everything she got, she earned.

Her looks were just a plus. From her beautiful black hair and big brown eyes, she was the girl everyone wanted to be.

Blake and Erin were friends in high school and ended up going to the same college. They bought an apartment together and became roommates before Darcy came into the picture.

"Let me get you a drink." The man offered to Erin. She reluctantly agreed before walking off and sending Darcy an apologetic smile for leaving her alone to fend by herself.

Maybe if Erin was sober, she would've realized that was a horrible idea. But alas, she wasn't.

And Blake was somewhere off with another girl like expected.

Darcy, who now that she had no one to dance with, got bored and walked off the dance floor, pushing past all the sweaty and drunk bodies.

She walked towards the booth that was theirs. She could feel a slight buzz in her head from the alcohol. It made her feel good. Made her forget about her dad and everything else.

When she slid into the booth and when was about to sit down, she heard a noise from the booth chair underneath her.

"As much I would love to have that ass in my face, now is not time,"

Darcy screamed in surprise but the music was too loud for anyone to notice. Even if they could hear, everyone was too drunk to even bother.

She jumped out of the booth and off his ridiculously handsome face that she couldn't help but notice.

His voice was surprisingly deep and husky in a way it was almost sensual. It made her feel a certain type of way she didn't expect to feel. The way his voice seemed to shoot right to her—

Shaking her head, she came back to her senses and tried her best to ignore her sinful thoughts. Blaming it on the overconsumption of alcohol, she focused on the situation in front of her.

"WHY ARE YOU LAYING DOWN HERE?" She shouted at him, over the music, hoping he could hear her.

The man got up and sat up properly before looking at Darcy. He looked tired as if he hasn't slept in all week but he managed to pull it off the rugged sexy look.

His strong masculine jaw clenched for a second before relaxing. She felt intimidated by the strangely irresistible man. He looked way out of her league and seemed like he lived a completely different world from her.

The expensive suit he was wearing was the cherry on top. She knew that she would never be able to afford anything that was on him, especially not with the minimum wage job she had now.

Darcy had a weak spot for men in suits. And the sight of this incredibly sexy man in a perfectly tailored suit sitting before her didn't make it much better. He could've been an idiotic psychopath who didn't believe in climate change but she would still swoon on the inside.

Even though she was drunk, Darcy tore her eyes away from the man, knowing she had stared for too long.

"I don't know, why are you here?" He shot a question back at her. Her mouth dropped the slightest in surprise before she immediately closed it, desperately trying to find a response. Her face was red, not from the booze but embarrassment.

He narrowed his eyes, before setting his hands on the table and cleared his throat. The light stubble on his jaw made him appear a lot more intimidating than he should. He was practically oozing with authority and power.

Stop, Darcy said to herself in her head. She had to stop staring at this man like he was a piece of meat.

"This is my booth," Darcy replied, slightly puzzled, still not sure why this extremely sexy man was in her booth. Not that she was complaining.

"You're not on the VIP list." The man simply stated before glancing at the crowd.

Her eyes widened, realizing she'd been caught sneaking into the VIP lounge. All three of them had snuck in, hoping to not get caught but now here she was.

Even though they were in the VIP area, the place was still packed.

"Y-yes I am." Darcy stammered, trying to deny what he had said. She usually wasn't so bad at lying. But she was drunk and that completely screwed up her speech and her senses.

How did they get caught? And who was the man?

"The VIP lounge costs more than five times as much as the regular section and you didn't pay for the VIP lounge."

She gulped and her teeth bit down harder on her bottom lip with every word that came out of his mouth. The alcohol was kicking in and he seemed farther and farther away.

"W-who are you?" Darcy managed to stutter out. She was starting to regret drinking so much.

"I own this club." He replied, not missing a single beat. Her drunken state refused to let her react or even think clearly.

He owned this club? She searched for any signs that gave him away but his solemn expression remained the same, giving no sign that he was joking.

She stared at him, admiring his beauty until he cleared his throat to excuse himself.

He slid out of the booth effortlessly, standing up to his full height. For a second, Darcy stared in shock at his hulking height. He stood at a whole six-foot– she couldn't tell. She just knew that he was tall.

"I'll let you slide this time." He said before walking away.

Darcy continued to stare at him as he walked off until he disappeared. This was out of character for her. She was never so dumbstruck in her life. She blamed it on the booze once again.

Ignoring the pulsing heat between her legs, she went back onto the dance floor. The rest of the night seemed to fade away as Darcy soon forgot about the man and started dancing and drinking. Before she knew it, hours had already passed.

She drunkenly took another sip of the drink in her hand, finishing it. How much did she have to drink? She had no idea.

"Go home, " An exasperated voice said.

Turning her head, she saw the same man from before who apparently "owned the club". A smile spread across her cheeks at the sight of him.

"No," Darcy replied boldly before continuing to dance to the music that had quieted down. It was late and the club was empty as the last few people began to leave.

Her ignorant and childish behavior seemed to provoke him. He clenched his jaw before speaking again.

"If you don't go now, I will have to escort you out myself."

Darcy swiped her tongue over her upper lip. Now that seemed like something she wanted to see happen.

Knowing better, she made a funny face at him before she stopped dancing.

Even in her drunken state, she pulled down the hem of her dress aware that her ass was going to slip out any second if she didn't. It was a short dress.

Turning her body, she met his dark eyes. How was it possible to look so devilishly handsome?

She jabbed a finger at his chest. "Why do you make me feel like this?" She slurred out her thoughts before hiccuping. She was embarrassing herself but she didn't seem to care.

The same emotionless expression on his face didn't change. He simply wrapped his hand around her wrist before gently but firmly pulling it away from him.

Darcy frowned.

"Do you like me?" She asked suddenly, tilting her head to the side, waiting for his answer. She tended to ask weird questions when she was drunk.

She reeked of alcohol and sweat. It was amazing how he could even stand to be near her.

"No." He replied almost immediately. She frowned again, her lips forming into a pout.

For a second, the two watched each other in silence before Darcy threw her head back and then laughed.

She stopped herself, grimacing at how dry and coarse her voice was. All the yelling and the alcohol also seemed to screw with her voice. She had never been so wasted before.

"You're drunk." He stated, his face stayed solemn.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "No duh, Sherlock." She said sarcastically.

She took a wide step in his direction, closing the space between them. He didn't move and instead, he continued to watch her every move as if he was studying her.

"I think I have a crush on you," She admitted, unashamed. She was a confident girl and her current state only boosted her confidence even more.

"I know I just met you today but my body craves for you."

He tensed at her confession. A crush after not even a couple of hours? He had plenty of girls confess their love to him before but yet Darcy's words still took him by surprise.

Darcy tilted her head up, meeting his eyes. From the proximity they were standing, they could practically feel each other's breaths.

"It's late, you need to go." He finally said, ignoring what she had said. He stood at a tall height, a good 8 or 9 inches taller than her.

"So you don't feel anything towards me?" She whispered, lowering her voice an octave lower. She leaned towards him, her body pressing up against his.

Darcy was a persistent woman and didn't give up easily.

She expected to see some reaction, anything at all but he didn't seem phased and she was starting to get impatient.

The short, skin tight dress she was wearing was usually enough for any guy but he just wouldn't crack. Maybe it was the stench of alcohol that drove him away.

"Is it that hard for you to believe that I simply don't like you?" He questioned. She gritted her teeth together before pressing her lips together.

"Yes." She gritted out. She wasn't going to give up just yet.

Darcy usually wasn't so desperate. She was usually the one being chased, not the chaser. And yet here she was, chasing a guy that she had only met tonight.

"Are you gay?" The thought slipped out of her lips before she could stop herself.

Although his expression didn't change, Darcy didn't fail to notice the glint of amusement at her sudden curiosity.

"Don't get me wrong. I give you my full support if you do but-" She started to ramble but he cut in.

"I don't see why my sexuality is any of your concern."

Darcy pursed her lips at his comment, unsure what to say.

"T-then why-" She hiccupped, cutting herself short before continuing once again. "-don't you like me?" It was shocking that she was even able to form words at this point.

It was quiet at a few moments while he debated on answering her question or not.

"I'm not gay." He finally said. She didn't say anything but on the inside, she felt almost relieved by his answer.

He glanced at Darcy for a second before sighing. Pulling out his phone from the pocket of his dress pants, he dialed a number. He had taken a step or two away and turned away from her before lowering his voice to speak into it.

Darcy couldn't hear most of what he said but once he was done he hung up the phone turned back to face her again.

She could already start to feel a slight throb in her head from all the alcohol.

"Follow me." He instructed her, his voice demanding. His voice sent a pool of arousal in her panties but she tried to hide it as she followed him towards the exit.

"I called you a cab home," He explained as they walked out the door. She didn't think much of it at the moment.

The autumn breeze blew by as they walked out the door, causing Darcy to shiver. The skimpy dress she had chosen to wear didn't cover much. Her legs were exposed to the cold weather and her teeth chattered in response.

On the other hand, the man Darcy had only met tonight as nicely dressed in his suit, warm enough for the cold temperature.

"Can I use your jacket?" She asked meekly, offering him a small smile. Darcy felt pathetic asking a guy for his suit jacket but she was cold. And drunk.

He looked down at her again before checking the expensive silver watch on his hand and gazing off on the road, waiting for the cab to arrive.

"No." He said, not meeting her eyes again. She tried to scowl but her teeth were chattering too much.

He was such a... such a... ass. It was his jacket but Darcy was freezing and she had expected him to be a gentleman and say yes.

"Please?" She begged again. She was a pathetic drunk but she didn't care at the moment.

"No." He responded again, his voice firmer now.

Darcy sighed loudly before crossing her arms together and staring at him. She was going to continue staring at him until he caved in. He glanced over at her before raising a brow and looking away again.

He could feel the burning gaze of the stubborn girl on the side of his head. She was trying to annoy him and it was working too damn well. He shifted his weight to his other foot before clearing his throat.

Maybe he was feeling extra generous today or he just hated to be stared at but he caved in. He cursed in another language under his breath before he took off the suit jacket he had on with ease.

Darcy punched her fist in the air, pleased. He handed her his jacket and she excitedly took it and put it on.

She fit her arms into the large sleeves of his suit jacket and wrapped it around her body, snuggling into it. She inhaled the cologne scent coming off of the piece of clothing, closing her eyes. The expensive silk felt amazing on her skin.

He was now only wearing the white long sleeve button top that made his bulging muscles even more obvious. Darcy's lips watered at the sight but she quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring at him again.

"What's your name?" She asked, wrapping the jacket tighter around her body. Although it did provide warmth, it didn't stop her from shivering.

"Vince." He answered and Darcy nodded in response. The stranger now had a name.

Not long after, an expensive black SUV pulled up in front of them. Vince opened the back door and gestured to her to go in.

"Oh wait," Darcy said, starting to take off his jacket. Sliding it off her shoulders, she handed it back to him. She gave him a drunken smile, half expecting one back but he only curtly nodded.

Darcy climbed inside the back of the car before looking back up at him again.

"Are you coming?" She asked. His hand was on the door, ready to close it.

"No," Vince uttered, shaking his head before closing the door.

She watched him through the window as the car engine started. Was she ever going to see him again? She felt the wheels of the car began to move as he went out of sight.

Maybe if she wasn't so drunk, she might've had some common sense and not gotten in a random car. But unfortunately, she was. Now, she could only hope the cab would take her home and not kidnap her.