Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall; you just fall.

Nine years later...

"Enrico! Enrico!! Enrico!!!" A few people chanted in support of him as they watched him gulp down his sixth and last shot of alcohol served in little glass cups while his competitor was not even anywhere close to him.

He raised the last cup victoriously.

"I win!" He exclaimed at the same time and everyone cheered him on before he brought it down.

"Drinks are on me tonight everyone!" He offered loudly and their cheers for him grew louder. He sighed as he turned to his competitor. A smile grew on his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I never lose. Always remember that before challenging me again." He told him with a brief smile before getting up from his seat. His eyes turned for a second as he slightly felt light headed. He lightly brushed his fingers through his chestnut coloured hair stopping at where he bundled up his pony tail.

The dance floor beamed with red, blue and white rays more like the disco lights. Everyone at the dance floor moved and grooved their body to the music the DJ played through the throbbing loud speakers. It felt packed and hot but they cared less as their main aim was to get high and have a good time.

Enrico nodded his head to the jam emitting from the speakers as he headed back to his original seat in the club, the VIP lounge. There, he had the best view of the dance floor, a comfortable seat and had the waiters serving him at his beck and call. He was living the life.

He slumped on his seat as soon as he got there. He crossed his legs as soon as he brought it up on the table in front of him. He felt more comfortable this way.

"Hey, handsome!" A woman with an ebony skin called.

He looked up to her and did the first thing he usually does when a beautiful woman approach him. He takes a good look at her body while a flirtatious smile carves on his face. It was as if she knew what he was doing as she stood still herself. Slowly, his eyes scanned her body from head to toe and then back up to her face.

She stood with a drink in one hand. Her red, skimpy body-hug dress showed all her curves in the right places. She was more like an hour glass figure and her skin shone beautifully in the dim illumination of the club.

Not bad. He told himself but took it upon to remain calm.

"You seem alone. Can I join you?" She asked, her voice sounding a bit rough, yet flirtatiously sexy.

He stared at her for a second observing just how desperate she wanted to get close to him. As far as he could see, she passed.

"Sure." He accepted while nodding his head to the music before looking away from her and unto the dancing bodies on the dance floor. She smiled to him as she had her seat beside him, gently crossing her legs afterwards on purpose to flaunt her exposed thighs and long thin smooth legs. He noticed and for a second couldn't help staring at them. His eyes went back up to her face. It was a crazy game they were playing. He knew she knew exactly what she was doing but he was going to play along. After all, that's what he came there for. Drink to stupor or get laid.

He watched her gulp down some of her drink a bit seductively., gently fluttering her lashes as she drank down. He noticed and her little crazy attempt to seduce him brought a smile to his face. Afterwards, she left the cup on the table in front of them.

"So...you're Enrico Vos." She started and his smile broadened.

"I see, you've done your homework." He replied getting a closer look at her face.

She wasn't bad at all. She was actually beautiful although he couldn't quite tell if it was because of the makeup she had on or it was all her.

She smiled.

"Not really... The whole world especially people at this club knows exactly who you are. Enrico Vos, CEO of Edoardo Vineyards. I have to admit, I'm a fan of your company's wine. The price, however, not so much." She narrated and he just stared at her intensely with a pair of icy blue eyes.

"I'm Kerry." She introduced and he smiled.

"Nice meeting you, Kerry." He replied although he felt the pressure that she was wasting his time.

"I'm a model. In fact..."

"Can you go straight to the point with why you're here? We don't need to know each other anymore beyond our first names." He rudely interrupted her. He was starting to get the sense that she wasn't serious with what she came for. He was trying to have fun and not build a relationship.

He saw the surprise written across her face for a second before she managed to put up a smile.

"I see, all I heard about you is true." She stated as she kept her gaze on him. He sat up, bringing his legs down, off the table.

"What exactly did you hear about me?" He asked with a mischievous smile and a bit sense of concentration. He watched her hand leave her own lap and unto his shoulder.

"That you're rude...that you're a ladies' man." She admitted as her long thin fingers seductively caressed gently from his shoulder to his firm biceps threatening to escape from his shirt.

She raised her eyes up to him. A smirk grew at the corner of his lips. Now, she was finally stating her course. His strategies always worked. Letting them come to him was the best. His money did all the talking needed.

"Then, you probably know that I'm a one night man." He told her as his eyes kept staring into hers. He just let his looks work its way.

"Sure...all I need is a night with Enrico Vos...a beautiful night." She finally admitted and his smirk broadened. This was it. Ladies and gentlemen, that's how you picked up a lady.

* * *

She pushed the needle through the material she was holding and drew till the thread showed and closed up the little space. She cut the thread off with a scissors before dropping the needle on the table in front of her. She knotted the sticking thread up till it was unable to loosen on its own.

A young red headed lady walked out of a room into the cubicle like sitting room putting on a bum short and a singlet. She stopped at the sight before her.

"Ana?" She called and the young woman turned her head to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she drew closer.

"Sewing." Ana responded.

"I know. I can see that. What I meant is, why are you sewing?" She asked once more as soon as she stood in front of her.

"Because it's torn..."

"Urgh!" The young woman exclaimed before she slumped on the couch behind her.

"I can also see that. My question is why you're sewing that now... Wait, no...don't tell me that you plan on wearing that tomorrow." The red headed asked and Ana continued stared at her.

"No!" The red headed exclaimed as she stood to her feet.

"No, just no. Give it to me." She demanded as she tried to drag it from her but Ana wouldn't let her.

"Stop it, Mel." Ana tried her best to take it away from her and succeeded.

"This is the best I have."

"No. You can't wear that tomorrow to the interview. We need to get you a new skirt." Mel suggested as she tried to walk back to the room.

"I don't need a new skirt. This is perfect, and besides, I have to save money and you know it." She defended as she got up to her feet and Mel turned back to her.

Mel was speechless and just sighed staring at her friend slash roommate.

"Seriously, you need to pay off those debts as soon as possible so you can start treating yourself. It's really becoming annoying." Mel stated before turning to walk away once again.

"Mel." Ana called and she turned back to her.

"I need a favour from you." She stated, as she endeavored to put up a cute but yet pleading smile. Mel knew that look and just sighed as she knew she was going to give in anyways.

* * *

Enrico's black 2017 Bentley Continental GT Convertible came to a halt in front of the tall building visibly made out of the mirror glasses. He gently emerged out of the car dressed in dark blue Armani suit, shoes and a new edition of Ray-Ban dark sunglasses. His hair was neatly brushed backward into his usual ponytail but this time, he endeavored to hide the tail within the band. He looked just as handsome as he always did in a neatly-kept short facial hair.

"Not a scratch on it." He warned the security guard, as he handed the car keys to him before stepping further towards the building.

"Yes sir." The guard replied as Enrico walked away. He climbed up a few staircases towards the main entrance.

"Good morning, sir." The guards by the entrance greeted and he reciprocated it.

"Morning." He replied with a smile as well before a guard pushed open the glass door and he walked into the building. The entrance never ceased to amaze him. The architectural work was beautiful. Everything was mainly in form of white and grey; the walls, decorations and even the furniture. Everywhere looked bright, clean and sophisticated. He was impressed.

He went straight towards the reception, where a huge block writing of EDOARDO VINEYARDS in Italics was imprinted on the tiled wall behind the receptionist.

"Good morning, Mr. Vos." The receptionist greeted enthusiastically as she got up on her feet with a wide smile as soon as she caught sight of her boss. He flashed a brief smile.

"Morning, Vera." He replied as soon as he stood in front of her.

"Any parcel for me?" He asked and she nodded before turning away for a second and then returning back to him with a small packaged box.

"This came in, this morning." She told him as she placed it in front of him.

"I see. Are the applicants ready?" He asked another question.

"Yes, sir. They're waiting in the room over there." She explained as she pointed to her left. His eyes followed and he got a glimpse of within the room as someone was at the verge of stepping out and the door was open for a few seconds.

A young woman stood dressed in a black knee length office skirt, a short sleeved cream-coloured shirt and a black pair of three inches shoes. Her blonde hair was neatly packed behind into a bun. She held a brown leather bag over one shoulder and her arms folded across her chest. She looked nervous as she lightly brushed her hair at intervals with her hand. Her eyes lurked around a bit restless. Enrico looked away satisfied enough at the candidates presence.

The image of the woman suddenly flashed across his mind once more which stirred up an old feeling within him. He ceased up his brows.

It can't be. He told himself as he refused to believe what he just saw.

"Let me have the list of applicants." He told the receptionist in front of him and she nodded with a smile.

"Sure thing, sir." She stated before getting the list from under the counter and putting it forward before him.

He began to slowly go through it while his pulse heightened by the second. He was being careful enough not to miss the name he was searching for. He couldn't find the name at first but shut his eyes for a second. He decided to go through the page once more to be sure her name wasn't listed.

He suddenly stopped. He stared at the name.

Kiana Stuart.

There it was. Nine years later and he gets to read that name once again. He gulped down hard as he looked away from the page trying his best to look normal. He wasn't supposed to feel this affected. This was no one. She was just a person from his past. He assured himself that he was normal and that everything is okay. It had been long over. There was nothing to get so worked up about.

He turned back to Vera and put up a convincing smile.

"Have them come upstairs one after the other."

"Yes, Mr. Vos." She replied before he took one more look at the door in which the applicants resided, then walked away towards the elevator.