Her angel eyes
saw the good
in many devils.

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"Is this where you'll meet your fiancé?" Cassy asked, blinking. "Are you sure? I think we have reached the wrong place."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for dropping me off. Now, you should go because you have an early day tomorrow. Go and revise on your case," I told her, pushing her towards the car.

"Are you sure?" Cassy asks again, her face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes! This is where my fiancé chose to meet me."

"Bar?"

"It's a club."

"But there's not even one sane person here. How can I leave you here alone? You may end up closing this bar," she drawls, giving me a dramatic look.

True!

Shut up!

I grinned. "Don't worry, I'm an angel. I would never harm anyone."

Devil!

"Goodbye angel! And yeah, kindly avoid sex today. It might not end up well if you have sex with some stranger today." She waved her hand before walking away.

I waved back before entering the club. I immediately spotted my fiancé none other than Mr. Daniel Avery. He's sitting near the bar talking to some guy who's equally as handsome as him but my eyes were completely focused on Daniel.

I wait for half an hour before I slip onto the empty bar stool beside Daniel who looks drunk. He has a sharp face blessed with mesmerizing blue eyes which can melt anyone. He was blessed with high cheek bones and his lips were pink and so perfect that you could spend hours on kissing them. He has a nice built body and thick dark hair. His beard, however, overpowered his handsome face and made him the least approachable person in this whole bar. His scowl would bring shame to a serial killer. And yet, here I am, sidling up next to him.

He glanced at me but his focus moved quickly back to his half empty glass as if that's the only purpose of his whole life. Based on the slump of his shoulders and the clumsy way he picks up his glass and tips it toward his mouth, I'm guessing he's pretty hammered. I order a soda. I should be in my home watching my favorite TV series, but instead, I'm sitting next to a drunk man who will probably be my husband soon. My life is reaching heights, no doubt.

Though I should admit he does look gorgeous. Makes me want to eat him. 

Do you like the idea of him pushing you against the wall and kissing the hell out of you?

"One of those days?" I asked, nodding to the almost empty bottle. It was unopened twenty minutes ago. Yes, I spend the last thirty minutes admiring my soon to be husband and his out of the world drinking skills. While he's been sitting here, he's turned down four women, making my brain think faster than usual to find the best way to approach him.

"You could say that," he slurs, his focus moving back to me. Despite being drunk, his blue eyes blinks to focus as assess me from head to toe. He places his elbow on the bar and props his head on his palm while I admire his vibrant blue hues. They move over me, assessing. I'm wearing a conservative blue dress with a high neckline and a hem that falls just below my knees.

You could have worn something more provocative then he might have kissed you and maybe something more.

I could have but don't worry, it's not really required.

"That helping you?" I give him a wide grin and tip my chin in the direction of his bottle. His gaze doesn't move from me.

"Nah, but it helps to not think. Shuts down your brain." He taps his temple. It does. I definitely have some experience but the pounding pain that comes next morning is not worth it.

"He doesn't want to get married but his parents are forcing him to get married otherwise he might lose his inheritance," the guy sitting next to him says. "By the way, I'm Ryan Avery, his cousin." He holds out his hand for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan," I tell him with a grin.

I put a hand on Daniel's forearm. "I'm so sorry."

He glances at my hand but I don't hurry to remove them. "Women are heartless. First it was Annabelle and now a new doll," he spats. I try my best not to punch him after hearing him call me a doll.

He doesn't know that the doll he's talking about is none other than the gorgeous you. So, you better continue the drama so that he can spit out the truth.

"I'm drunk," he mumbles.

"Of course, you are," Ryan snapped. "Why don't you stop drinking? That girl is not even here. I'm sure we can convince her to back off from the marriage and about Annabelle, we'll do something." Who is Annabelle? Does he have a girlfriend?

I guess it's his wife. He might have a wife who may kill you when she finds out about you.

She will? But I didn't do anything.

Wives are always violent when they find out that their husband is planning to cheat.

"Who's Annabelle?" I find myself asking him. 

"Annabelle is his fling who's blackmailing him with some photos and videos for more money. She's kind of obsessed with him. She might kill his doll when she finds out about the marriage," Ryan replies, gulping down his drink.

Oh my God!

All the best, Allison. Your funeral is going to be soon. Anyway, how do you want to die?

I want a painless one.

Point noted.

"I hate Annabelle. I hate Allison. Did you notice? Both names start with an A which means both are blood sucking bitches," Daniel says, glaring at the bottle. I wince slightly. I have different names and blood sucking bitch is certainly one of them but I didn't expect to hear it from him.

What kind of logic is he using?

I have no idea.

"Would you mind taking care of him for a few minutes? I need to use the washroom." I nod my head. Ryan walks away giving me a thankful grin.

Time to attack your fiancé. Just kiss him.

Shut up!

I place my drink in front of him. He frowns at my glass, looking as curious as an eight year old boy. "What is that?"

"Soda."

"It's doesn't help."

"It does. Go ahead." It was an order and the one that he decided to obey.

He picks up the glass and pauses when it's an inch from his mouth. His eyes crinkle, telling me he's smiling under that beard. "Does that mean I'll wake up with you beside me?"

Oh my God! He's propositioning you. C'mon, accept it before he takes back the offer.

I raise a brow. "Is that an invitation?"

"I'm kidding. Besides, I'm so wasted, I can barely remember my name. You might have to do al the work. I should stop talking." He scrubs a hand over his face and then motions to me. "I wouldn't invite you."

He thinks you're ugly!

Shut up!

"Okay."

"Wouldn't want you to get involved in my mess. You look hot and I think you're gorgeous." He tips his head to the side and blinks a few times. "What's your name?"

"Ally," I offer avoiding my full name.

His face scrunches. "Again, it starts with 'A'. Are you like them?"

Yup!

I smirk slightly. "What do you think?"

He frowns. "You're nice, sweet and nothing like them. You're my pretty, hot girl." My breath hitches slightly.

Are those butterflies dancing in your stomach?

"You have nice eyes, all four of them are lovely."

I laugh, warmth filling me for the first time today. "I think you might want to get back to your bed."

"Okay but will you join me?" he asks, leaning towards me. He smells like alcohol mixed with the smell of his cologne. He tugs the loose hair strand behind my ear, his eyes on my lips.

He's going to kiss you. Just lean in a bit and you get all the hot stuff.

"Time to go home," Ryan says walking towards us which causes Daniel to move away from me.

Cock-blocker...

He blows out a breath and nods. "Yeah, time for sleep." He makes an attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet hit the floor, he stumbles and grabs the bar to steady himself. "Whoa. Definitely drunk." 

"I think I'm going to help you." I slide off my stool. He's incredibly unsteady, swaying while standing in place.

"I need to call for a cab. I can't drive," Ryan says, typing something in his phone.

"I can drive you," I offered him. His eyes brighten.

"You don't mind? How'll you get home?" he asks, frowning.

"Don't worry about it. My friend will pick me up. C'mon, let's get him to the car." I take the opportunity for what it is and thread my arm through Daniel's, leading him away from the bar.

After half an hour of driving, we reached his penthouse. "Come on, let's get you to the elevator before you pass out right here," Ryan says, while holding Daniel.

He nods, then wobbles a bit, like moving his head has set him off balance. "That's probably a good idea."

"Which floor are you on?" I ask.

"Penthouse." He drops his arm from my shoulder and flings it out, pointing to the last button. I see it is a sensor pad to get access to the penthouse floor.

I take Daniel's hand between mine. The first thing I notice is how clammy it is. "Your hands are small," he observes as I line his thumb up with the sensor pad and press down.

Time to make a move.

"Maybe yours are abnormally big," I reply. They are rather large.

"You know what they say about big hands"

Jesus! C'mon girl, this is the biggest hint you'll ever get. Just get laid!

I fight not to roll my eyes, but for a brief moment, I wonder if what's in his pants actually matches the rest of him. I cut that visual quickly because it makes me want to gag. "And what do they say?"

His eyes crinkle again, and he slaps his own chest. "Something about big hands, big hearts."

I bite back my own smile. "Pretty sure you're mixing that up with cold hands, warm heart." His brow furrows but he doesn't say anything.

He slides down the wall, massive shoulders rolling forward as he rests his forehead on his knees. "Tomorrow is going to suck." Ryan tries to hold Daniel but he ignores him and leans towards me. We made it to his penthouse floor. He's beyond sloppy, using the wall and me for support as we make our way to his door.

He leans against the doorjamb, once again fighting to find the coordination to get his thumb to the sensor pad. I take his clammy hand in mine.

"Your hands are really soft," he mumbles.

"Thanks."

The pad flashes green, and Ryan turns the handle. "Okay, here we go. Home sweet home."

"This isn't my home," he slurs. "This is just a place where I stay sometimes but this isn't my real home."

I scan the penthouse. It's an eclectic combination of odd art and modern furniture, like two different tastes crashed together and this is the result. Aside from that, it's clean to the point of looking almost like a show home. The only sign that someone is staying here is the lone coffee cup on the table in the living room and the blanket lolling like a tongue over the edge of the couch. I'm still standing in the doorway while he sways unsteadily. He tries to shove his hand in his pants pocket, but all he succeeds in doing is setting himself off-balance. He nearly stumbles into the wall.

"Thanks for your help," he says.

Ryan heaves his arm over Daniel's shoulder and slips his around Daniel's waist again, leading him through the living room towards what seems to be the kitchen. There's a sheet of paper on the island, but otherwise it's spotless.

"What're you doing?" Daniel asks.

We pause when we reach the threshold. "Which way is your bedroom?"

Daniel looks slowly from right to left. "Not that way." He points to the kitchen. It's very state of the art.

Ryan guides him in the opposite direction down the hall, until he stumbles through a doorway, into a large but simply furnished bedroom. Once we reach the edge of the bed, he drops his arm, spins around—it's drunkenly graceful—and falls back on the bed, arms spread wide as if he's planning on making snow angels. "The room is spinning."

"I'll get him some painkillers and water for his headache tomorrow and maybe some for me," Ryan says, heading towards the kitchen.

"Might be a good idea," I mumble.

I follow Ryan and grab a few painkillers and water while Ryan takes some for himself. I move back to the bedroom. I tap Daniel's knee, crossing my fingers he'll be easy to rouse. "Hey, I have painkillers for you." He makes a noise, but doesn't move otherwise.

"Daniel, you need to wake up long enough to take these." I cringe. I called him by his name, and he didn't offer it to me while we were down at the bar. Here's hoping he's too drunk to notice or remember.

One eye becomes a slit. "Every time I open my eyes, the room starts spinning again."

"If you drink this and take these, it might help." I hold up the glass of water and the pills.

"Kay." It takes three tries for him to sit up. He attempts to pick the pills up out of my palm, but keeps missing my hand.

"Just open your mouth."

He lifts his head. He tries to focus on the pill and then my face. I have my doubts he's successful at either. His tongue peeks out to drag across his bottom lip. "The cameras in the hall will catch you if you steal my wallet."

He realized your actual behavior.

Shut up!

I laugh at that. "I'm not going to steal your wallet; I'm going to put you to bed."

"Hmm." He nods slowly and opens his mouth.

I drop the pills on his tongue and hand him the glass, which he drains in three long swallows. He holds out the glass, but when I try to pull away, he covers my hands with his. His shockingly blue eyes meet mine, and for a moment they're clear and compelling. Despite how out of it he is, and how much he resembles a mountain man, or maybe because of it, I have a hard time looking away. "I really wish I wasn't this messed up. You smell nice. Your hair is pretty." He flops a hand toward my loose bun. "I bet if you took it down, it would be wavy and soft. The kind of hair you want to bury your face in and run your fingers through." He exhales a long breath. "I had sex a few days before but I hated every second of it. Annabelle sucks at it now. Would you like to try? We could have if I wasn't so drunk to even kiss you."

I smile and turn away. In the time it takes for me to refill his glass, he's managed to get one arm out of his suit jacket. He's made it most of the way onto the bed, feet still hanging off the end, but he's on his back, which is not ideal. I set the glass on his nightstand, along with a second set of painkillers, which I'm assuming he'll need in the morning, and give him another nudge. "Hey." He can't sleep on his back with how drunk he is. He needs to be on his side or his stomach with a wastebasket close by. I can't in good conscience leave him like this. My options are limited. I shake my head as I kick off my shoes and climb up onto the bed with him. This is not at all what I expected to be doing when I brought him back up here.

I stare down at his sleeping form. His lips are parted, they're nice lips, full and plump, even though they're mostly obscured by his overgrown beard. His hair has started to unravel from its man bun, wisps hanging in his face. He has long lashes, really long actually, and they're thick and dark, the kind women pay a lot of money for. His nose is straight and his cheekbones—what I can see of them—are high. With a beard trim or complete shave, and a new suit, I can imagine how refined he'll look. I shake my head. "I need you to roll onto your side," I say loudly.

Nothing.

I pull on his shoulder and turn him over. Damn he's heavy. I pull him slightly to the side and rest his head properly on the pillow. I don't know how I ended up here but I'm sure it's going to be a wonderful journey being your wife. I don't know why but I lean in and place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Your doll will be here tomorrow, Daniel. Goodnight."

I move towards the hall to find Ryan standing there. He smiles at me. "This evening was a waste of time except meeting you. That doll stood us up. I'm sure she's just so high headed that she couldn't show up on time. I hope she leaves him alone. Anyway, would you like to stay? Maybe we could talk or something." He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't think your cousin will like that," I point, my lips curving upward revealing a smile.

He frowns. "You both are already a thing? I mean...you just met him and that doll is already in the picture," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"I forgot to introduce myself," I told him. "I'm Allison. Allison Hart." Ryan smiles.

"Nice meeting you, All-" he stops when he realizes who I am. His eyes widened. "Allison? You..you're the doll?"

Hit him! He's calling you doll again.

I chuckle. "Tell your cousin that I'll be here in the morning when he's sober enough to discuss things." Ryan closes his eyes and sighs.

"Goodnight, cousin in-law," I muttered before walking out of the penthouse.

You didn't get laid today...

No more random hookups. I have a fiancee who thinks so highly of me. 

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Allison ;)