Hannah

"Okay, all set."

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I really have to get going now, or I'll be even more later." I say, rushing them out of the house.

I was beyond late for the party. Which was mostly my fault. While one of the makeup artists was trying to apply mascara on me, for some reason I found it very ticklish. Then it began to hurt, so I rubbed my eye like an idiot. Moral of the story, never rub your eye in the middle of a makeup session.

When they are finally gone, I reach for my bag. My phone begins to ring just as I am about to walk out of the door.

I groan and answer it without looking at the contact name. "Who is it now and what do you want? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

I walk out of the house and lock it behind me. Jules wasn't here, so I had to take a cab to the party.

"Hannah, where are you?" A familiar voice asks, and I wince.

Why do you always do this to yourself, Hannah?

"Micheal?"

"Yeah, this is him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry I um didn't know it was you."

I think about him touching me again and smile. But the smile quickly fades as I remember he couldn't anymore. I had called the fuck buddies thing off it off on Wednesday. Everything was going so fast and it felt wrong.

I got tired of having to hide underneath his desk whenever someone walked in, sneaking around. It all just felt wrong. Luckily he didn't get upset about it, only told me it was fine and he understood which was a surprise to me.

After that day, it's been a little awkward and filled with tension. Occasional glances, flirty conversations, but I always check myself before it goes any further. I told myself I was protecting my heart, but my mind was only consumed with thoughts of him.

"It's fine. Where are you though?"

"I know I'm running late. It was a little accident with the makeup bu-"

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just telling you, that's just why I'm late. But I'm getting in a cab right now, Mr. Capone."

"Hannah, you don't have to call me that. Besides, I've seen you n-"

"Okay, bye, sir!" I hang up before Micheal can continue, knowing what he is going to say.

I finally spot a taxi and after paying him, I get inside. It isn't long before we arrive.

"Woah," I say staring at one of Micheal's hotels. I had seen him working on it a few weeks ago, and that hard work paid off for sure. It was one of the most beautiful buildings I had ever seen.

As I step inside, I notice there are only fancy people, very different from what I am used to. They were all wearing expensive gowns and tuxedos, with even more expensive jewelry. I was looking mighty fancy myself compared to what I usually wore, so I didn't stand out thankfully. I know Jules will freak out when I show her my outfit later tonight.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to a blond haired man. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you have a reservation or room?"

"No, I am looking for Mr. Capone. I'm his assistant and I'm supposed to attend the party he is at."

"Right this way," he replies, walking down a hall and I follow behind closely. When we reach a door and he opens it, I gasp. A ballroom stood in front of me and to say I was shocked was an understatement.

Holy motherfucker, this guy is a goddamn millionaire. What is he, a prince or something?

"You may enter, ma'am."

Michael

"Seriously, where is she? What did you to her? I swear I-"

"Oh relax. I did my job, that's all. You know shrimpy is very clumsy, she might have fallen or something."

"Shut the hell up. What did you say to her? You probably said something stupid and now she doesn't want to come."

"Wow, you really like her, don't you? All worried and shit. She'll be here soon man goddamn."

As I am about to reply, a beautiful woman walks in. Dressed in a spaghetti strap, long, sparkly dress with a small slit, Hannah was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was also in an elegant bun, making all of her face that she usually kept hidden visible. Her beauty was unreal.

With her coat in one hand and a small bag in the other, I watch her as she walks towards her. Her hips move gracefully as her heels clack against the ballroom floor. I was sure I was probably drooling as I stared at her.

David jogs to her as she comes forward. He whispers something in her ear that I don't hear, but it ends with Hannah kicking him.

"Here she is, your highness." David says sarcastically.

"Hi, Micheal." She greets me with a small smile.

"Hey."

David rolls his eyes before speaking, "I'm going to go entertain myself with a beer while y'all act like two cringy high-schoolers." With that said, he walks off to the bar.

I grab Hannah's hand and lead us to the small balcony. When she steps outside, she exhales a deep breath.

"You look so goddamn sexy in that dress, Hannah." I say and face her.

She turns away, trying to hide her blush. "Thank you, you clean up well too."

"I know."

"You could have just said thank you like a normal person. But you're not normal, so nevermind." She says and rolls her eyes. She physically relaxes and a small smile forms on her face. Hannah moves closer to me and pulls my tie a little. "Thank you for forcing David to send designers. That was very kind of you, Michael." She whispers and I hold back my smile at her, finally saying my name.

She had been so formal and professional since she called off the fuck buddies thing, I didn't know how to act.

"Anything to get you to look like this," I reply, placing my hands on her waist and moving her closer.

"So I don't look good with just my regular clothes?" She says with an adorable looking frown.

"You would look better with nothing on.

"Than-"

"In my bed." I finish with a smirk.

"Micheal, they need you." David interrupts us, peeping at his us on the balcony.

"Now?"

"Yeah now, come on. Shrimpy, you can come too."

Hannah lets of go of my tie and I let go of her waist. We follow David back inside the ballroom as everybody waist for me to give my speech. Which was actually the speech David had written for me.

Hannah and him stand never to the important people and I make sure she is in my eyesight as I take a spot on the stage.

Hannah let go of my tie, and I let go of her waist as we started walking back inside the ballroom, behind David. David gave me my speech that he wrote for me to read tonight and, he and Hannah went over to stand next to all the important people. I made sure she was in my sight as I stood upon the stage.

"Good Evening, thank you each one of you for coming tonight. We are very pleased to be able to welcome those of you who have been with us for a long time now, as well as those who are new to Capone Industries. We are more than excited about improving this hotel. With your help, we can make this better for everyone, and more money in all of our pockets. I plan on reducing the price, expanding the security, and many other things. All you have to do is sit back, and get paid."

I finish the short speech and everyone applauded as I walk back to Hannah and David.

"Good job, man, you did well. Whoever wrote your speech is amazing."

"Yeah, you did a good job, Mike." Hannah says, and I face her. She never called me that.

She grins, and all I can think about is standing between her legs again.

Why does she have this effect me? It's like she a spell on me or something.

" David, did you take care of everything? Am I done?"

"Yeah, you're good. Get out."

"Good, come on, Hannah."

"Bye, David."

"Piece, Shrimpy."

I grabbed Hannah's hand and lead her out of the hotel as she speaks, "Thank you for tonight, Michael. I really enjoyed it."

"No problem. Come on, I'll get the car."

"It's okay, I can just catch a taxi."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Hannah. I'm taking you."

"No you're not. I have to wake up early and I don't need your help regardless, but thank you anyway."

"Why do you have to wake up early?" I respond, confused. It's not like she had to go to work tomorrow.

"I have a date, if you must know."

I stay silent and she smiles. "Now let me go. Good night, Mr. Capone." She says, rushing inside the first cab she sees.

"We'll see about that." I reply, getting inside of the car after the taxi drives off.