Romantic Affair With The Young CEO by Rose of Sharon

In December, the air was cold and dry, and the night was as black as ink. "Here we are, Miss."

The yellow taxi stopped in front of a brightly lit building with the letters Gravity Bar on it. It was continually shining back and forth.

Cathryn had been staring blankly at the outside of the window, and it wasn't until the driver called her that she came back to the world of the living. She opened her wallet and paid the fare. She then quickly opened the door and got out of the taxi.

Cathryn walked towards the bar as soon as she got out of the taxi, but the driver had to stop her. "Here is your change, Miss."

Her mind was elsewhere. "Thank you, sir," said Cathryn. She took the change from the driver's hand and smiled reluctantly. She didn't know whether her smile looked real or not, but she had tried her best.

"Please pay attention to safety, Miss." While he looked at her trance appearance, the driver tried to encourage her with the best of intentions. The driver spoke with an accent of Douglas City, which warmed Cathryn's heart and made her muddled mind sober up.

"Thank you!" Cathryn smiled at the driver again. She wrapped her coat around her and started for the Gravity Bar. She had high heels on and was walking at a slow pace. Something was holding her back.

It was midnight, it was cold and empty outside the bar. When she opened the door and walked into the bar, it was like entering another society. It had neon lights shining in all directions, hitting the multiple mirrors surrounding the room. There was a deafening sound of music, and the voice of the DJ singing was piercing to her ears. She could hear the screams of all the intoxicated men and women, which felt like a steel bar being inserted into Cathryn's ears. The loud, piercing sound made her subconsciously step back.

In the packed crowd, all you could smell was alcohol, perfume, and hormones, which fermented on the dance floor and drowned the whole bar.

Cathryn frowned and glanced around, biting her lower lip.

"Here, Cathryn!" Someone calls out to her.

"Oh no," she thinks to herself. She was terrified. All she wanted to do at this exact moment was turn around and run as fast as possible. It was too late. The person who had called her name had come to her and took her swiftly by the hand.

"Why are you arriving so late?" She asked. The woman who was dressed up in punk style was named Abigail. Her parents had a particular position in the entertainment circle.

"I have never been to a place like this before." Cathryn thought to herself. She was then abruptly dragged by Abigail, but her body subconsciously retreated. She only came because Abigail called her and asked her out.