1. Teddy Bear

He is hot.

Beyond hot, he is a fucking god, and he is coming my way.

Rory clings to my arm like an extension of myself as she hisses words into my ear, most of which I can't hear. Though I manage to catch the occasional word which slips through the roaring clubs music: sexy, beast, fuck, tasty... Yeah, maybe I don't want to hear the rest of what she has to say.

I down my shot of vodka and wince as it burnt its way down my throat. That shits disgusting, but I'm not going to get anymore confident by wandering around a cloud aimlessly and stark sober. That is definitely not why I came here. I came here to get blackout drunk and to forget the horrid boy which I can't believe I dated. And he cheated on me! ME!

Fuck, what has my life come to?

I ask the bartender for another shot before I feel the sturdy presence of a hand grazing against my shoulder. Even his touch is fucking sexy, and I haven't even gotten a good look at him yet! Downing the second shot, I swerve to face the sexy man hunk who I had spotted across the dance floor, only to be sorely disappointed when it is not that man at all.

Instead of a matured man, someone more my age stands in front of me. He looks to be about twenty-two with boyish brown hair, little dimples and glasses to match. He looks like a teddy bear that's lost its way in the sand pit.

"Hey," His voice is smooth and light like buttercream. Just the sound of his voice reminds me of that cheating bastard ex of mine, and that definitely will not do. I am not going to put myself through any unnecessary emotional torture just to get a quick fuck. I refuse to do that to myself. To a certain degree.

I mumble out a greeting as I scan the dance floor for that sexy beast, only to spot him fawning over some short junior who looks like she's never stepped foot inside a club in her life. Her eyes are wide and her expression looks as if she might just piss herself right there. Why is it that hot men always want the good girls? I sigh and find myself day dreaming about a sexy billionaire who will fly me in his private jet through the sunset.

A cough interrupts my dreams, and I snap my eyes back to the teddy bear. Right, I forgot about him. "My name is Holland," He smiles softly.

Ew. I need to get out of here before I fall for his good guy act. Where the fuck is Rory when I need her? I swear she was right beside me only a second ago...

"Who is that?" Voices whisper beside me, and I find my eyes drifting to where they are glancing. Well I guess I know where Rory is now.

In the middle of the dance floor is my chaotic best friend who seems to have gained quite the audience as she sucks faces with not only one, but two, two fucking hot ass men. Looks like I'm not going to be seeing much more of her tonight. Fuck! Why'd she have to get not one, but two hot dudes? How did she even manage to do that within the two minutes that she had left me? I'll have to ask her, her secret tomorrow.

Looks like I'll have to make do with teddy bear.

"I'm Phoebe," I return his smile and tilt my head ever so slightly up at him. At least he's tall, I can work with that.

"It's nice to meet you,"

"Likewise." I don't know how I'll survive if he keeps the conversation as boring as present.

"You go to NYU?"

Boring.

"Yeah, I major psych, what about you?"

"Business. Are you enjoy-"

"Your place or mine?" I tersely interrupt. If he talks for much longer, I might just fall asleep before the nights even begun.

He looks slightly taken aback by my brashness, but he shows no signs of being deterred, he even looks eager if I dare say. Maybe he'll be more interesting than I would've thought. But I don't want to jinx it just yet. It's too early to tell. "What about yours?"

"No." I say blandly.

Yeah, my place was never an option in the first place. I don't know why I even mentioned it. No doubt my roommate is fucking my ex in her bedroom. I don't need to be exposed to that negative energy.

"Oh, alright. I don't really know if we can go back to mine though... My brother kind of owns the place and he's really private and everything... I don't know how he'd react if I brought someone home..." Now he looks like a scared teddy bear. Scared of his brother? Surely his brother can't be that bad, if he's anything like Holland.

"Look, if we get back to yours and he cares enough to kick me out, no harm done." Only besides the fact that I'll have no entertainment for tonight.

He hesitates before nodding his head slowly. "Okay, sounds good. I'm parked just outside on the street."

Wow, he has a car? I don't think I know any students who live in New York that own a car. It's like the biggest waste of money, especially living on our barely feasible budget. Maybe Holland can be my billionaire after all. Or close enough.

I quickly pay for my drinks and follow him out of the chaotic club and into the brisk night air. Outside is like an icebox compared to the inside of the club. It's not even winter, and yet I find myself shivering, hugging my arms around myself. It certainly doesn't help that I'm dressed in one of my skimpiest black dresses, barely covering my ass and tits. But what can I say, beauty always comes before comfort.

I follow beside him for a minute or two until he stops in front of a sleek black Mercedes. "This is yours?" I raise an eyebrow. Now I'm definitely suspicious. Did he steal this or something? Is he a criminal? While I'm all for bad boys, that isn't quite the type I mean.

Holland lets out a quiet laugh. "Oh no, this is one of my brothers cars that he lets me use." One? One of his cars? How many does his brother have, and who exactly is this mysterious man?

"Your brother must be comfortable." I remark.

Holland laughs again. "Something like that."

As soon as we're seated in the car, we are off to wherever Holland lives. Taking out my phone, I open my messages and text Rory.

Me: I left the club, you gonna be alright?

She replies within the minute.

Rory: Ye all g

Me: Ok, stay safe and text me if anything happens 😏

Rory: ofc 😏

"So, why are you living with your brother? Why not live on campus?" I ask, trying to distract from the awkward silence.

"I actually only started at NYU a few weeks ago, so there wasn't any accomodation. Besides, it's much cheaper living with my brother when he pays for everything." He gives me a knowing smirk which I return.

Feeding off of family members. I can respect that. Though I would never personally do it, too much debt, owing someone is the worst position you could put yourself in.

We ride in a comfortable silence with the radio playing some classic jams. And before I know it, we are driving through the upper east side. Okay... so his brother is rich, rich. I look out the window like a child in the candy store, ogling the beautiful buildings, filled with all the rich people of the city. This place is insane. I only know one person who lives up here, and they are probably the most narcissistic person I know. I can't imagine what Holland's brother does to have landed himself a place here.

"You're drooling," Holland comments, and I give him a side eye. "Don't worry, I'm not like all the stuck up rich people that live here. I'm just a humble student trying to get by."

"Right..." I laugh.

Pulling into the valet, Holland hands the keys to one of the workers before leading me into a gigantic apartment complex. This place looks like a hotel from a movie. I didn't know these things actually existed in real life. I wonder if I'll ever find myself living in a place like this someday...

Gorgeous chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, glittering down at the marble floor, while gold paint accents the entrance, giving it a regal appearance. This place even has a reception!

Holland takes me into the elevator, where he scans a pass and presses the top floor. My eyes widen for the billionth time tonight and I look at him with an, 'are you serious' look.

He just shrugs.

It takes a full minute to reach the top, and when we do, my jaw drops as the elevator doors open.

No words, I have literally no words to describe the utter awe I am experiencing. High ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the city. As I step into the entryway, I almost feel like I'm committing some sort of crime by being here. What I would do to live in a place like this. I can't wait to tell Rory where I've been when I see her tomorrow.

The ring of a phone snaps me out of my daze. I turn to Holland who gives me a sheepish look. "I promise I'll just be one second. Feel free to get comfortable and put your things down," he gestures to the couch, "I'll be back before you know it." And with that he answers the phone and disappears down a random hallway, leaving me to my own devices.

Doing as he says, I place my purse down on the large couch and take a seat, happy to give my feet a break from my heels.

I'm definitely glad I decided to let things play out now.

As I stare out the window, a deep voice clears their throat and I turn, expecting Holland, but am surprised to see someone else instead. Tall and broad, clothed in a tight grey suit and staring right at me, I suddenly lose my confidence and feel like sinking down into the couch.

"What are you doing in my house?"

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Hey Guys!!!

I wonder who that is...

I couldn't help myself, I just had to start writing this book, I needed something to do

Any who, I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter!

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