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apartment,
Sierra decides to go for a drink.
    As she sits at
the bar drinking her martini, she notices him. He’s impeccably dressed with
knife-sharp bone structures that generate lust in her mind. His eyes are almost
fiery in their coldness as he quickly glances in her direction.
    He is wearing a
fitted black suit, with a pristine black shirt, black tie, black shoes and
socks. His style is impeccable and so is his physique. She gasps as she watches
him intently. His dark and angry demeanour evokes desire within her. She watches
as he roughly runs his fingers through his hair. His icy-blue eyes quickly
spark once again in her direction and she gets to see how deliciously handsome
he really is. She slowly bites her lips and laughs quietly to herself. She can tell that his physique is the envy of men and
the desire of women.
    He pays no
attention to her while he engages in a heated conversation on his mobile phone.
    It’s a late
evening on a Friday night and all the rich folks of the city are out enjoying
the pending freedom of the weekend ahead. She has no job yet, but she’s not
exempt from having a drink or two in one of the most exclusive bars in New York.
Once you have money you are always welcome at the Liberty bar, where half a
glass of rosé is priced at twenty dollars at the cheapest. Being rich is not
cheap.
    Sierra stares at
Chad Perry, hypnotised by how dangerously handsome he is. He intrigues her with
his conspicuous mysteriousness. The blue in his eyes and a very slight touch of
tan are the only colour he has on him. The black compliments his well-built
frame, which Sierra can see as he frequently moves position during his phone conversation.
    His attitude is
nonchalant with a controlled anger that spews out from the veins in his neck.
Every now and then he takes a sip of the brown drink in his glass. Sierra
admires every action he takes as she continues to inquisitively watch the
movements of his lips. His ice-blue eyes spark in her direction. However, she
knows he’s not looking at her but rather the vague character sitting a few
spaces behind her with his face shielded by the New York Financial Times .
    The man behind
her is also on the phone but he’s almost inaudible to her sensitive ears. All
she knows of him are that his eyes are some shade of green. Her swift glance at
his eyes sends chills down her spine. His eyes may have been beautiful but the
ugliness of his brief stare was enough to show the monstrosity of who he might
be.
    She notices that
Chad glances at the man behind her and hangs up on his mobile, before leaving
a hundred-dollar bill and exiting the bar.
    Enthralled by
him, Sierra knows she has to follow him and make a female excuse as to why she
happens to bump into him. Not wanting to be outdone by him, she too leaves a hundred-dollar
bill for the waitress and exits in pursuit of him.
    The irony and
humour of her chasing after a man she does not know makes her laugh at herself
midway to the car park.
    He finally catches
her eye. She stops in her tracks as he investigates her with his cold stare.
    “I presume your
car is situated right next to mine, because it seems uncanny that a beautiful
lady like yourself would be following me,” he says in a cold, deep and sexy
voice.
    Her voice loses
its tone as she immediately becomes mute, knowing that he has figured out her
intentions. He smiles mischievously and introduces himself to her while his
driver waits in his Rolls Royce.
    “I may be
mistaken. You could just be a beautiful crazy lady, but I like crazy. In fact I
love crazy beautiful women.”
    She laughs as he
eases the tension with an acquired sense of humour.
    “My name is Chad,
Chad Perry. To what do I owe the pleasure of your witty pursuit on such a fine
evening?”
    Sierra finally
regains her voice with an awkward smile drawn across her mortified face.
    “Umm … I … I
thought you were someone that I knew.”
    She knows that he sees
right through her lies, but as she tries to