CHAPTER ONE

Violet studied her reflection in the mirror. Her new silk ivory dress was top of the line. It enhanced her hourglass figure and matched her honey-colored hair perfectly. She smiled at her beauty. She knew she'd snag a rich man tonight. This was her only shot. The rent was due in two weeks and she only had a twenty dollar bill in her purse.

She leaned forward, placing another attractive layer of gloss over her plump lips. Once done, she silently whispered comforting words to herself. Her goal for tonight was to find a rich man, a man who would spend his riches on her! She didn't care any more about love. The only person she loved had died a month ago...Jesse. Violet felt the tears forming in her eyes.

She knew she had to do it. She hated not being able to have a roof over her head. Her family had died when she was young, and so she spent her time moving from foster home to foster home. She shuttered, remembering Billy. He beat her every day, to the point where she was admitted into the hospital with a broken leg.

Walking out the front door, she whispered,

"wish me good luck, Jesse."

Jazz music filled the air, the singer tapping his foot to the tune. Waiters rushed around the room, catering to the rich. Violet hated people like these the most. People who don't appreciate what they have and make fun of the poor...Violet smiled to herself. She'd make them want to be her--a girl with nothing left but her appearance.

When Violet walked further into the room, women glared at her. But the men, on the other hand, stared at her admiringly. She saw the arousal in their expressions. It pleased her greatly. It only added to her ego, like a succubus draining life from a kiss. One look is all she needed to snag a man. She'd let him nibble at first, but his bite was what she wanted most. A great catch.

Across the room, Jeremy Shaw could not believe his eyes. He saw her when she came in and hadn't stopped staring since. She must be an angel. How can anyone of this world be that beautiful? He felt his member stir. He noticed her mouth pucker out, as well as her sensual hips and large breasts. He imagined sucking each one, licking, kneading, nibbling.

A voice interrupted his perverted thoughts. Miss Lee stood beside him smiling. She was a greedy woman who didn't give a damn about anyone but herself. He had a reputation to hold, to tell her to screw off would damage it. He wanted to go see the goddess across the room. It burned at him like a flickering flame.

Violet knew he was watching her. The dashing blonde man with the short woman at his side. He looked agitated. She noticed other incredible handsome parts to his build. His stature stunned her to the point of extreme fascination. He had long legs, wide shoulders, and she could clearly see his muscles bulging out of his suit. He looked godly! She didn't understand why all the women weren't over drooling at his feet? How she'd love to roam her hands over his long body and taste his mouth.

"Good evening, beautiful," a seductive voice purred next to her ear.

She turned to see yet another extremely handsome man. His jet black hair was gelled back in a fashionable style, and his suit hugged his body like he was born in it.

"Good evening," she gave him one of her breath taking smiles. The blonde or this fellow would do. She didnt have time to play with both men. Too bad, she thought.

Slade held his breath. He could not believe how beautiful she was. Her smile so...There was a lack of suitable vocabulary to describe it; or not a lacking, but too vast of an amount.  Her teeth were straight and pearly white. She had the cutest dimples that grew in size the more he stared. He wanted to kiss her right then and there.

"Slade Stone. And you are?"

"Violet Webber. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stone."

"The pleasure is all mine, beautiful. And call me Slade."

Suddenly Violet was surrounded by dozens of men. Flirting with her and asking to dance. She was very flattered. "Gotcha,' she thought to herself.

Jeremy saw her flirting with the others. He was so angry he wanted to bash every one of them. Anyone touches her and they're dead! One man moved and put his arm around her. Jeremy could barely control himself. All he saw was red! He walked towards the crowd surrounding this precious gem.

Violet saw him coming her way. She didn't know what his intent was until she saw where his eyes led to. It was to the arm around her! Would he really? The man grabbed the other so quick she didn't know how to react. The one that had his arm around her was on the floor in seconds and the blonde man yelled "don't touch my woman!"

Violet almost choked.

Was he insane? She'd never even met him before! All the men around her backed away as quickly as possible, scared for their well beings.

Violet wanted to yell at the blonde for ruining her chance. She had over a dozen men fawning over her. So many to choose from! And this lout just had to come along and ruin it. Did he know her plan? She started sweating. But a thought came to her. If he ruined my chance, he just gave me one.

Jeremy was still steaming with rage. He didn't know what came over him. The young man on the floor looked pale and was obviously knocked out cold. The goddess knelt beside him and patted his face gently. Then the anger came back. He didn't want her touching other men, nor talking to them. He didn't know where this possessiveness came from. All his other lovers didn't make him react this way. The young woman looked so delicate kneeling down at his feet, attempting to wake the poor lad.

"Come with me," Jeremy demanded.

Violet stood up slowly and turned to him. She was amazed. He was so dazzling. His eyes were a bright emerald green, so goregeous!

"You have nice eyes," she blurted out.

Jeremy blushed. Most women complemented his eyes, he was used to it. But when she complemented him, it tore at his loins in the most agonizing way. He almost growled at her to get moving. He wanted to make love to her! To taste her sweet ripe...

His thoughts were interrupted as she walked away. Where the hell does she think she's going?

Violet needed to get away. She couldn't stand to be near him. Her knees felt like jello and she was burning with desire. 'Oh, fuck me,' she thought. And that's just what Jeremy was longing to do!

The hallway was hardly bare, filled with many different exotic plants. The walls were bergundy, like a sweet rich wine. The bathroom, just down the hall, was her destination. She couldn't bare another minute. She needed to calm herself down. She heard laughing and three women walked out. When they saw her, their smiles faded.

"Nice dress," one of them sneered.

"Did your Sugar Daddy buy that for you?"

They all started laughing in unison. She smiled at them.

"No. I bought it myself, unlike you ladies. I actually work hard for my things!"

She stormed around them angrily. One laughed.

"Ya right! We all know what you do to earn a dress like that," she laughed loudly.

Violet had enough. Ignoring them, she walked into the bathroom. Since nobody was in the stalls, she lifted up her dress and pleasured herself in one. She smiled after, dreamily. The blonde was on her mind. All the anger and desire that she felt was released once she relieved herself of the fire.

Once Violet walked out, all the men stared at her. They saw her red cheeks and she became even sexier. Jeremy started towards her but stopped once he saw Slade Stone walking towards her. The bastard! He saw Slade talking with her before and knew not to bother them. Slade was capable of just anything with his power and wealth. His parents were close with the Stone family until Slade said he wanted to end it. He was always jealous of Jeremy. He didn't understand why. They both had the same life. They were equal in power, wealth, looks. Slade was a manipulator. He could turn anyone against you in a heartbeat.

Slade wanted to laugh. Jeremy of all people! To lose control like that, over a woman! But after thinking about it, Violet wasn't just any woman. She was a goddess, an absolute beauty.

"Would you like to dance, beautiful?"

"Certainly."

They twirled around the floor, forgetting about everything around them. Violet was surely attracted to him. But why did that blonde man make her feel so wanton?

"Who is that blonde man?" she nodded in his direction.

"He's an old friend of mine. Want me to introduce you?"

Jeremy saw them walking towards him. Come here to gloat now Stone?

"Hello Jeremy. My friend here would like me to introduce you," he said calmly.

Jeremy sensed the malice from Slade's voice. So he was none to happy that the beauty was interested in me. He grinned at the thought.

Violet felt so nervous. She almost didn't hear Slade say to introduce herself.

"I'm V-Violet Webber," she stuttered.

So her name was Violet. It suited her. He felt like a young boy on his first airplane ride. God was she beautiful!

"Would you like to take a walk outside in the garden?" Jeremy hoped she'd say yes, otherwise he'd drag her there somehow.

"Alright, but will you protect me?" she teased as in referring to the scene he caused.

"I'd give my life for you, baby. And you bloody well know it!"

Violet became shy. She didn't know why he made her so flustered. They walked silently in the garden. It was a little jungle. She regretted asking to meet him. She wanted him. She knew it, but didn't want to admit it. He was dangerous, wicked, and too bloody sexy!

Jeremy sensed her discomfort. He saw that she was just as aroused as he was. He had a woody alright and was wondering when she would notice.

Just then, Violet turned to him. She immediately saw his hard-on and gasped. It was bulging, straight up. His pants are going to rip open, she thought. He really did make her pant like a bitch in heat. Their eyes locked; hazel to green. They grabbed each other. His lips pressed against hers aggressively, savagely. Bruising them, he pushed his tounge through and delved in her hot sweetness. She moaned in delight.

"Hmmmm!" she moaned deeper. The saliva dripping down their chins, lips smacking, they kissed for what seemed like forever.

Pelvis to pelvis, his hard bulge nudged the apex of her thighs.

"I want you so fucking much Violet. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to explode!"

"Jeremy, yes!"

Just then, Slade's voice called for Violet.

"For fuck sake! He's always in my way."

Violet became so embarrassed she stood up and ran off. Her hair was full of grass and her dress wrinkled.

"Violet!"

Running for her life, it seemed, she bumped into Slade. He grabbed her by the shoulders, concern etched on his face. Looking at her appearance he knew what happened. Jeremy, the son of a bitch!

"Wait!" Violet called after him. He was a mad man. He was an exact replica of how Jeremy acted towards the other men. How did she make men go so crazy? It always happened to her. She had to break up with most of her boyfriends from the past as they became so jealous and possessive it was suffocating. She didn't know what to do. She came here to find a rich man to marry. She had luck with finding men, but to marry? It would drive her crazy!

She walked away, feeling confused.

END OF CHAPTER ONE