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She watched as he nodded and reached for the glass he had been drinking from. As he offered it to her, she gingerly grabbed the glass and took a gulp. At this point, she had no idea how many different alcoholic beverages she had mixed by now but it was too late to worry about that now. After taking a drink, she moved her gaze from his and looked towards the countertop so she could set the glass down. Suddenly, she felt his thumb touching her lips, sending goosebumps all over her skin. As his thumb moved away from her lip, she found herself bringing her own thumb to where his had last touched her lips, missing the touch already. She cleared her throat at his question and cocked her head to the side while giving him a gentle smile. “Well, that all depends. Are you a fan of ballet? Or have you ever attended one of the shows in the downtown area at least?” The thought of seeing him anywhere near a ballet show almost made her chuckle. Then again, he did seem like a sophisticated man who probably had gone there before on a business meeting. As all wealthy older men did when they wanted to satisfy their wives while getting business done. Then again, he did mention that he lived alone and she had not seen a wedding ring on his finger either.

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

Seafolly 2015

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She subconsciously walked over to the kitchen area as he gently guided her with the hand on her back. She made a mental note and nodded to herself as he mentioned that he lived alone. Her eyes were still wandering around the apartment as she took a seat on one of the bar stools. Her attention was brought back to him as he heard his voice and felt him standing between her knees. She slowly turned her head to meet his gaze as she felt the warmth building up in her cheeks. Did she want another drink? Or should she be the responsible adult that she usually was? The latter being a rhetorical question as she was currently in a stranger’s home. She fought internally for a second and sighed. She slowly brought her hands up to the collar of his shirt and gently tugged at his tie. If she was feeling hot, she could only imagine that he’d be suffocating with that tie on. As she focused her attention on his tie to loosen it, she slowly looked up at him. “Now what kind of guest would I be if I denied a drink from you?”

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

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At this point, she didn’t even know if it was the alcohol or just the way his voice and presence made her feel. It was so intoxicating that she was fighting every urge in her to forget her morales to go home with a complete stranger. However, given the fact that she was completely stranded and with nowhere to go, she agreed to take his offer. Honestly, it wasn’t that much of a hard decision to make. Internally, she was ecstatic. This meant that she got the opportunity to spend more time with him now. It didn’t matter to her anymore what the consequences of her actions would be, as long as he was around. “All right, fine. I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m going to use my better judgement here and hope that you’re not a serial killer. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.” She said jokingly with a smile spreading across her lips. A few minutes later, he was holding his hand out to her and they were both walking out of the club together towards a car that was awaiting them towards the back, away from the buzzing crowd in the front. She barely remembered the car ride or how long they had been traveling for. She had been lost in thought replaying the moment that he had opened the car door for her and placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her in. She could still feel the warmth of his touch in that spot. A few minutes later, they had finally arrived at their destination. They had entered a very upscale neighborhood and she immediately felt like a fish out of water. Definitely a place that she did not belong in. The car came to a halt and before she knew it, there he was again. Opening the door for her and extending his hand out to assist her. She placed her hand on his softly and followed him inside his home. The moment he opened the door, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Everything inside the house looked expensive and fragile. She slowly walked in behind him and carefully ran her fingers through a marble divider in the entrance. The place looked immaculate. Like a home out of a magazine. The place was definitely too big for just one person to live here. “Your home is very beautiful.” She said in a soft voice. As her eyes wandered around the beauty before her. Then it dawned on her. “Wait a minute… surely this place isn’t just for you alone is it? you’re not married or with someone are you? Or have roommates? I definitely do not want to cause any issues.” She paused for a second. “I mean, not that it’s any of my business.” She cleared her throat and averted her gaze to the living area in front of her while twirling her thumbs together. She was trying to make the situation less awkward but it didn’t help that she was just standing there in front of him. Like a puppy waiting for a command. She finally looked back at him and met his gaze, waiting for him to say or do something.

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

“You are either very bold or very drunk.” His words echoed in her mind and she internally smirked. Despite her innocent look, she could indeed be very bold given the opportunity. Especially if she really wanted something badly, drunk or not. And to be honest, she almost had just kissed the poor man. Even though she had created a slight distance between them, he immediately closed it right back. She listened to his words intently while subconsciously bringing her left thumb to her lips. As she was considering his offer, she slightly gasped when his hand touched her knee and caressed the outside of her thigh. I guess it was his time to catch her off guard like she had done. After a few seconds had passed, she realized that she needed to answer him. Clearing her throat, she shot him a smile. “As much as I enjoy your company, I would honestly hate to inconvenience you. I left the keys to my place at the hotel, and I don’t even have the keys to the hotel.” She paused for a second and grabbed her phone. “And my phone is dead.” She stared at the black screen of her phone and laughed. “I wouldn’t even know where to go at this point to be honest.” She had no idea what she was going to do now, but she didn’t care as long as she had his company.

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

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The night was slowly coming to an end as each girl went their respective ways. Genevieve had lost track of time and had been lost in her own thoughts when she noticed him approach her. She slowly looked towards his direction as he neared her. Her vision was slightly blurry by this point, but she could still make out his distinctive features and his English accent. In response to his comment, she looked around the room. She hadn’t noticed how close he was to her until she directed her attention back to him. His face was mere inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath on her face, sending shivers down her spine. For a moment she was stunned, unable to speak as she tried to catch her breath. There was just something about him that ignited a fire in her. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. Regaining her composure she managed to finally reply. “I did. Well, we did. Thank you again so much for your hospitality and making it a night to remember for the girls, Mr. Charmichael.” Her voice was low and a bit raspy from screaming all night over the loud music. “I guess I should probably look for the girls now.” As she went to grab her phone to call the girls, she saw a message from Rachel. Apparently two of them had already made arrangements to get back to the hotel and the other two had left with the guys they were making out with earlier. After reading the message, Genevieve shook her head and smiled. “Or not. I guess I better make arrangements to get home then.” As she attempted to get up her hand brushed his. It was like touching a burning stove, but she couldn’t find herself to move her hand away from his. She looked from her hand to his eyes and then down to his lips. God... His lips were so plump and looked so inviting. She could kiss him right now. Hell, she wanted to. Badly. Before she knew it, her lips were almost brushing his as their gaze met. She could smell the whiskey on his breath. Suddenly, her phone chimed, signaling that her battery had died. She broke away from his gaze and slumped back down on the couch. “Great.” was all she could mutter underneath her breath. The phone had ruined the moment... or maybe it had saved her from making a mistake. Regardless, she was screwed now. No friends, no way to get home and a burning desire to ravage the man in front of her. With a sigh she grabbed her water bottle and took a sip, slowly licking the water from her lips. Embarrassed to look at him after almost kissing him. 

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

[genevieve-holsen]

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The whole situation seemed bizarre at this point. They had gone from bar hopping to now being in the VIP section at one of the most elite clubs in town. The thought of the whole situation made Genevieve chuckle. She found it amusing how the other girls were so carefree and had lost all sense of danger at this point, but who was she to judge? She was a part of the group, so surely she was included in that carelessness mentality. Once again, her trance had been broken by an inebriated Kiara. She watched as Kiara nearly stumbled over as she attempted to get up and quickly flopped back down when the man in front of them dismissed her and waved someone over. Suddenly, Kiara was laying half across Genevieve's lap whispering something in her ear. With how loud the music was, Genevieve could barely understand Kiara through her mumbled words. However, she managed to catch the words, "One of you better get this man to go home with you tonight." Genevieve let out a chuckle. "I'm sure Sheryl will beat us to that." She joked as she pulled Kiara's dress down to cover her half exposed ass cheeks. As she looked back up, she realized that his eyes had remained glued to her. She felt warmth spreading across her cheeks. There was just something about his stare that pierced right through her and made her feel like her knees would buckle, even though she was sitting down. Starting to feel like she had been staring for too long, her gaze was forced to be broken when a woman by the name of Maria walked over to them with a tray of drinks. As the drinks were being passed around, Lindsey replied to the man's question before any of the other girls could. "Honestly, we would love to continue the party. I mean, our goal is to make sure that our bride to be has a night to remember that would make her second guess this marriage." She jokingly said with a laugh while giving Kiara's thigh a squeeze. "Welp! The jury has spoken. The votes are in! If the handsome Mr. Charmichael would love to have us, we choose to stay!" Sheryl exclaimed through her drunken slurred words. "Cheers!" As they all raised their shots and clinked their glasses, Genevieve smirked and raised an eyebrow in a flirtatious way towards his direction. "Well, I guess we're here to stay. If you'll have us that is." Genevieve added as she took a sip of her water after downing the shot. Her vision starting to become slightly blurry due to the effects of the alcohol. What have we gotten ourselves into, she thought internally.

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

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He had introduced himself as Mr. Carmichael, which confirmed her observations of him. It meant that he was indeed a man of power and importance. No ordinary man would introduce themselves by their last name anymore. It was too proper. When he basically offered to cater their outing for the remainder of the night, she couldn’t help but internally roll her eyes. He must’ve obviously wanted something in return, unless he genuinely just loved having women around to keep his status quo of being a desired and important man. As he stood up and walked over to them, she watched as her group of friends swooned over his lips touching their hands. Their cheeks turning even more of a darker tone of pink now. Blushing and giggling, they’d yearn for his lips to have lingered on their hands for longer. He finally slowly made his way over to her and extended his hand. His gaze almost piercing through her. “That depends. If we’re being formal, I guess you can address me by my last name too. I’m Miss Holsen.” She replied cooly and sarcastically. A smirk appeared on her lips as she looked him up and down, finally offering him her hand. She had definitely meant it in a teasing way, and she knew that he’d more than likely find it comical. However, in their drunken slumber, Kiara leaned over towards them both and placed a hand on the man’s forearm while laughing. “Oh don’t mind her. Genevieve can be silly at times! She’s just giving you a hard time and pretending to be mysterious.” As Kiara spilled her name, Genevieve shot her a glare before returning her attention to the man standing in front of her. “Well, I guess now you know my first and last name. Should I give you my middle name too? Maybe my social?” She asked jokingly. Before he could say anything, Sheryl interrupted them. “Well now that introductions are done, why don’t we have a toast or round of shots for our very handsome and considerate host?” The man hadn’t even had a chance to place a kiss on her hand yet. Genevieve knew that Sheryl couldn’t stand the thought of the man lingering in front of her longer than he had done with her. Her drunken jealousy was starting to show, and she wanted the attention all to herself. Before acknowledging her, the man finally kissed Genevieve’s hand. As his lips touched her skin, chills ran down her spine and her heart started racing a bit faster. His lips were extremely soft against her skin, and it didn’t help that he maintained eye contact with her the entire time. It took everything in her power to hide how he had just made her feel. She felt like she had actual butterflies flying around in her stomach, but she blamed those feelings on the effects of the alcohol. All she could do in return was offer him another smile and a look that would stir something inside of him.

❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

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