A Race to Melt Hearts

I eagerly went to a city club. Fending off my anger, the smell of liquor and sweetness greeted me as I came in. It was past 11:00 p.m. so as expected the bar would be in full swing. On my way I immediately sent the owner a reservation to one of the VIP rooms. So three bouncers came to meet me along with their manager, I usually come here when things get out of hand.

And right now I know I need a drink. It was good that I invested in this club. So the other big shot guests never mess with me. The hookers and prostitutes respected me so no one came near and tried to pull crazy things. I already sent rules that they need to abide when I'm around.

As I sat on one of the cotton couches, the waiter served me the best mix of whiskey that the bar possess, their signature drink is what I loved the most. I looked down and watch the crowd get past the full swing record. It has been months since I last came here to nurse my anger and disappointments. I was left with a few bottles of wine and whiskey so I send out all of the waiters and let four bouncers guard the door. So unwanted guests cannot say they've gone the wrong way and stumbled into my room.

I slowly moved the glass and let the liquor trace the container in a circular manner. I sighed, how can I let her give me things I have never experienced?

How could she confuse me like this?

Why do I feel different when she's around? I mean no other woman has gone that close to me and no one has ever made me feel like what I feel with her.

This cannot be, no one has ever broken on my walls before and I won't let someone like her break in, not now.

"I really need to distance myself from her, which is impossible. She is just a challenge to me, a woman who's also made of ice like me. A woman in my defense who can match and outsmart me, damn it! I am only interested in her because she's different!" I murmured alone in the room

I drank a glass straight, a burning sensation I've felt in.

"No, I'm not in love with her. This is just a game…" or so I thought