Apollo got out of his dashingly lavish white Larmoghini and took his phone out of his pocket only to see Kelvin texted him asking him why he was delaying.He gave the message an eye roll and entered the club.
Apollo got to the VIP section and was heading towards the bar when someone bumped into him. An attractive bronde looked up at him and he could say without doubt that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.
The woman standing before him was captivating. Her slender frame, adorned in a figure-hugging tube dress, showed off her perfect hourglass figure, with a generous cleavage and slender waist tapering to curvy hips and a toned behind. Her full lips, shimmering with a glossy finish, invited him to kiss them, and her entire being seemed to call out for his attention.
Despite being fully aware of this, Apollo found himself lost in her beauty, oblivious to the fact that she had spilled whiskey all over his attire. It wasn't until he felt the cold, dripping liquid on his skin that he snapped out of it, startled.
"What the—!" he yelled
Stella Cruze couldn't help but be completely enthralled by the sight of the tall, mysterious man before her. His dark hair, covering one eye, exuded mystery and allure, while the tattoos on his muscular physique peeking through the partially buttoned white dress shirt only heightened his attractiveness. Indeed, he was the most stunning man she had ever laid eyes on, yet the thought of needing a man, let alone love, was completely alien to her.
Her mind drifted to his white dress shirt which she just ruined but trust me she didn't feel sorry for him.How would this whole domineering rude Miss Cruze feel sorry for someone?
"You ruined my shirt!"He said .His voice was a low resonant, making him attractive.
"Uh..."Stella just looked at him."And you ruined my drink."She said and folded her arms.
"What is wrong with you?!"He yelled.It wasn't like he liked yelling at people but he just expected her to apologize."How dare you insult me?"She yelled back.This hot attractive guy was an asshole .Definitely
"Don't you even know how to apologize?" he said, his tone tinged with subtle anger.
"Do you know who I am?" she challenged, her brown eyes firmly fixed on his hazel ones.
"I don't care," Apollo responded coldly, the tone of his voice turning chilled as his annoyance intensified.
"Get out of my face," she whispered, her gaze daring him to harm her, but deep down, she knew she was powerless.
"I think you are one of those spoiled, wealthy brats who rely entirely on their parents for everything," Apollo continued, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I am independent and confident.I can take care of myself!Do you know who I am?!"She stated the fact asking the same question once more.
"I don't give a damn who you are!" he snarled, his temper mounting. "All I want is a bloody apology for ruining my shirt!"
"What on earth is your apology going to accomplish?" she exclaimed, growing increasingly annoyed. "You think it's going to fix my situation in any way?"
"For once in your life, can't you just say "sorry"?" he bellowed, his frustration palpable.
"I don't have the word 'sorry' in my vocabulary!" she retorted, rolling her eyes and passing him by, her high heels clicking against the floor.
If she wasn't a lady, he would have taught her a lesson.
This young lady had absolutely ruined his day with her carelessness.
He couldn't help but watch her walk away, his eyes involuntarily tracing the curves of her figure in that stunning tube dress. Anger still simmered inside him, but the sight of her lithe form stirred a different kind of sensation within him.
He knew that his rule was to never hurt a woman, and that was the only thing stopping him from retaliating.