Jacob's POV

     I gulp as the woman gets up, her dark make up making her look even more mysterious and enticing.

   In her heels, she stands two inches above me, and instead of making me feel short and inferior, looking up into her eyes makes me shiver, causing me to almost miss what she says as she leans in.

   "Always remember." She tells me, just loud enough to be heard over the constant music and chatter of the club. "Women were made to tame men."

    Before I have time to react, she's already pulling away with a sly smile and a nod, before turning away to walk towards what seems like her friends who are staring from her to me wide eyed. After standing there like an idiot for another moment, I finally get the sense to go back to the bar where I find Devin looking at me with rides brows.

   "What the hell happened and why aren't you still over there?" He asks me and I shake my head, sitting down on one of the stools as he follows suit, but before he can, a girl waves at him from the dance floor. He turns to me with a pained expression, and back towards the dance floor, and I laugh before giving him a slight push in her direction.

   "Go for it man. I'll tell you later." I tell him, and he winks at me and drowns the drink he had been nursing, before heading towards the girl who's hips are swaying seductively.

    After a few moment of watching them dance, I turn my head to see the woman I was just talking to, laughing with some men standing guard by a door along the side wall before heading through the door with her two friends she walked towards before.

    Thirty minutes go by, and I try talk to Devin and his newly acquainted friend, and a few other people that come to the bar, but I find my mind inexplicably preoccupied with that woman.

    I think about trying to follow her, but her complete shut down from less than an ago before stung. And it stings harder than I thought it would.

    Not only is it rare for a woman, any woman, to completely disregard everything I say from the beginning, but she judged me and challenged me without knowing one sliver of information about me. It irritated something inside of me that she didn't see me as someone she would entertain, as if she was too good for me.

    And maybe she was.

    But I have a bad habit of being stubborn. Just as I finally decide to get up and head towards the door to see if I can get inside, someone sets their cup down beside me and I turn my head to see a man dressed in leathers. His build is strong, but lean and fit instead of bulky, and his dark features play against his golden skin perfectly making me jealous for a moment before he turns his head to looks directly at me.

    "What's your name?" He asks me and I frown before giving it to him, knowing he has to at least recognize it. Some people would say that that way of thinking is cocky and maybe even a bit brazen, but in reality, all it is is honest. I've worked hard and sacrificed a lot at a young age to make sure that people would recognize my name when they heard it.

    "Jacob Renner." I answer and he narrows his eyes at me before the look goes away, guarding me from reading his expression. 

    "Listen. Quit now while you're still ahead. My sister is still healing from a lot of shit. And I know that what she's going to have in store for her next partner is going to be rough because she's still healing. I'm telling you now to forget about it and move on. I know my sister, man. Don't let the challenge entice you, because I promise if you dive into this without all the information, this night will be on replay in your mind, and you'll ask yourself: Was it worth it? Usually? The answer I hear at the end is always yes. Followed later by a no." The mysterious man drowns the shot in front of him that he ordered before turning to look at me straight on once more.

     "What's the information I don't know?" I ask. I've always been fairly good at taking warnings, but for some reason, this one only entices me more and more despite the man's best efforts. Who is that woman?

    He laughs and shake his head. "That's not my place to say. And there's the dilemma. Either you can take your chances and find out yourself, or you can take my word and walk away. It's up to you, kid." He tells me and before I can ask another question, he's already walking away, the people around them parting to let him pass without too much bumping.

     I watch him as he makes his way towards the same door I saw the woman disappear into, and I turn away, deciding then and there to put it to rest and forget about it.

    Devin flops into the chair next to me, his lipstick and  hickies covering his neck. I look on in amusement as he orders a water and downs it all in one huge gulp. Once he's caught his breath a little bit, I laugh and shake my head. He turns to glares me as he as attempts to weave down the bartender again. "You can laugh all you want. These woman are different here. I just can't put my finger on it. But oh do I love it."

   I roll my eyes and pretend to gag at his antics making me laugh and pout. After about another thirty minutes of me still nursing the same drink from an hour ago, and Devin almost falling asleep, we finally decide to call it a night.

    I call a cab for the both of us, and for members of our security team to drive our cars home for the morning.

    In the cab, we rib each other and laugh, pushing at one another, as we get to my place first, a penthouse apartment five minutes away from the heart of the city.

     Most people believe that I'm up here because I believe I'm above everyone else and this is only me enforcing that belief. In reality, it's the only
place in the world where I can't feel lonely. Everyone on the ground looks like ants, insignificant little beings who's opinions and life doesn't effect my own. At least that's what I've been trying to convince myself.

   I worked hard for my money, and everything that comes with it, but that makes trying to find that perfect someone next to impossible. As I get undressed and ready for bed, I get a text from Decker saying the cars are on their way.

    I turn off all the lights and get into bed in only my boxers, looking up at the smooth blank ceiling. Maybe the man was right. I shouldn't go after someone I know nothing about.

    Maybe it's better of I let the mysterious woman i saw in the club out of my mind for good. I don't need any more bad relationships and gold digging girlfriends to give the press a field day.

    With my newly steeled resolve, I close my eyes as sleep comes to take me away.

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If you saw your friend in a toxic relationship or friendship, would you tell them, or would you mind your business.

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