My irresistible boyfriend

POV SARAH

Ever since I was a child, I had always dreamed of being here. I still felt a little incredulous that it was all real, that I was living my dream in the best possible way.

My father bought me an apartment and said he would support me until I could find a job. That was great, because I had a place to stay, which was mine, and I didn't have to worry about rent.

Today was Friday and classes wouldn't start until the following week, so I had plenty of free time to enjoy the city. I didn't know what my schedule would be like after school started if I'd have enough time to balance work, college, and leisure. So it was good to make the most of it while I could.

I opened one of my suitcases and looked at the pile of clothes. I thought: "Shit, what am I going to wear?" My eyes found a little black dress and I smiled at the thought of how sexy I would look that night.

I took the dress and put it on. It was short and fitted my body perfectly, emphasizing my curves. I also chose a black leather jacket, even though it was summer, as I knew I might get cold somewhere with air conditioning.

I looked for my make-up bag among my things, pausing to think about where I could have kept it. Suddenly, I remembered that I had put it in my shoe bag. Seizing the opportunity, I also grabbed a pair of black boots that went perfectly with my outfit.

I opened my make-up bag and began my beauty ritual. Careful eyeliner highlighted my eyes, blush added a touch of color to my cheeks, mascara lengthened my lashes, highlighter highlighted my features and gloss finished off my lips. Satisfied with the result, I combed my hair and applied a little perfume, adding a final touch of sophistication to my look.

Deciding to leave the house, I looked up some bars on the Upper West Side. After all, if I was going out to meet people, at least they should be rich and interesting!

...

I came across a bar that I thought had a funny name, Pony Bar. I was a little disappointed to go in and find no decorations of ponies as if to play on the name. I sat down at the counter and the barman soon came to serve me. I ordered a drink and fiddled with my cell phone, completely distracted.

I was so glued to Instagram that I didn't even notice when a guy sat down next to me. He had a silly smile on his face, wore a formal black suit, and was quite attractive too.

"Hi!" he started the conversation with a broad smile.

"Ah, hi!" I smiled back.

"My name is Coule, nice to meet you." he nodded.

"I'm Sarah." I smiled back, taking a sip of my drink.

"Cool! Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"That's up to you." I shrugged.

"Right!" he turns to the barman and calls him over "Julian, make that special for our friend Sarah here.

Special? I hope that drink doesn't include a good night Cinderella.

"I see you come here a lot."

"Yeah, I work in the King building across the street, so I come here all the time."

"I see, well, it's my first time here," I say with a short smile, a little shy because of the closeness he's trying to create between us by leaning towards me to speak.

"It's great here, I'm sure you'll like it," he says cheerfully.

I confess I liked Coule a bit, he was very lively and had great energy.

"So... you're not from around here, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Hmm... and where are you from?"

"I was born in Brazil."

"Rio?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Haha, no." He was going to ask if I was from Rio.

"Hmmm, São Paulo?" is he still trying to guess?

So predictable...

"Not either! But it's close."

"Is it true that every Brazilian has a big ass?" He asks excitedly.

"No." I smile at the question. "Many do, but some not so much."

"Got it..." suddenly his cheerful look turns into a serious expression as he stares after me as if he's just seen a ghost

"Good evening, Mr. King."

"Good evening." the man says seriously.

Hearing that deep, beautiful voice, a shiver ran through me. Sensing his presence, Coule promptly got up and offered him a seat.

"Do you want to sit here?" he asked, his voice shaking

"Yes, I do," he replied harshly.

He got up and sat down next to me. I was confused by the sudden departure of the man who had been with me before. I watched him carefully as he ordered a whisky.

He was tall, with brown hair, black eyes, and fair skin. Tattoos could be seen on his hands, and one of them even appeared a little on his neck. Perhaps there were more tattoos hidden under that dress shirt, which made him even more attractive. Damn, he was a stunning man.

"Was Coule bothering you?" he asked, looking down at his glass and snapping me out of my reverie.

"What? No, of course not," I stammered, shaking my head negatively. I was taken aback, I'd never expected him to start a conversation with me.

"Good! Why are you alone?" he asked, squeezing his eyes shut as he questioned me.

"I don't know anyone here," I replied, shrugging.

"Got it..." He turned to look at the TV broadcasting a baseball game.

I decided to put my shyness aside and ignore the heat between my legs, trying to talk to him in a more relaxed way.

"So... why did you want to sit next to me?" I asked curiously.

"Because I wanted to," he replied firmly.

"Oh, because you wanted to..." I replied with a smile.

"Yes, I only do what I want," he said.

"That's good, then." I laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked seriously.