Second Chance Mate

Regan is approaching me. He looks dashing in his white three-piece suit. The jacket is barely buttoned and the white shirt beneath is has three buttons spared revealing his sparsely hairy chest. When he reaches to me, he grabs my wrist and yanks me into his embrace. A gasp escapes my mouth and my eyes widen as I stare at his neck. I see Aaron walk to his car, enter and slam the door and drive. I pull myself from Regan's embrace the moment Aaron drives past us. A khaki colored Ferrari roll up to where Regan and I are standing. The driver gets out and hands the keys to Regan and bows, hurrying away.

"Leticia. Shall we?" He gestures to the car. He goes to open the door and I enter. As he ser the gear on reverse. The Luna's eyes rests on me and I feel hostility in her gaze.

Regan's friend is rich as him. The venue is a luxurious villa with a clear swimming pool full of half-assed people. More people are clustered around the house, all dressed in every fabric with the color white. The corbels walls are sticking out like architectural art. We bypass a security guard who bows at Regan and enter the huge hall. People are hovering over tables, clutching half filled wine glasses in their fingertips.

"Let me introduce you to my friend. Sting."

"Sting," I mutter the word, the name familiar.

Regan grabs my wrist and pulls me into the VIP area. We stop short before Sting-an average height tanned man with sunken bloodshot eyes, maybe due to alcohol. He's dressed in a white windbreaker and pants. He smiles when he see Regan and they hug. "Who's this damsel beside you?"

"She's a friend. Leticia Brigham."

I choke on my spit and smile trying not to curse Regan right here. How many times do I have to say Leticia Olsen for him to remember?

"Leticia Brigham," Sting hugs me like I am his girlfriend and kisses the back of my hand. I squirm. He turns to Regan, loosing the polite smile, "Regan, a few minutes of your time? We have business."

Regan turns to me, "mingle with people. Treat yourself to some wine or beer. I'll join you in a short while."

"Alright," I say and walk away. I go to the bar. The bartender-a very young human mixes drinks like she has a degree in mixology. "Martini, please," I say when she eyes me for me order. She nods in response and slides a wine glass to my scrutiny, pouring drink after drink. Someone joins me, our elbows grazing. I sniff his scent. Aaron Turner. He gazes at me with an accusing look.

"You didn't tell me you'd be coming with my brother."

That's why. I smile. I never imagined he's this petty. "Should I apologize for coming to the party with your brother?"

His jaw clenched. "You should have at least told me."

"Why does it bother you so much?"

"Why?" He glares at me, a flash of anger crossing his darkening green eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it around the rim of his glasses and chugs on beer instead. "Nevermind," he says, "I'll just give you time."

"Time for what?"

He just smiles and walks away. I stare at his back. My head, a complete mess.

"Ma'am, your martini," she passes me a full wine glass of golden brown martini drink and I take a swig, eyes sweeping across the crowd, the thumping bass messing with my beating heart. What is messing with my heart even more? Aaron Turner dancing with some shrew. He casts mean glance and my eyes stay glued on his every move. His hands running on the girls body. Her inviting gaze resting on his... For some reason, it doesn't sit well with me.

"What are you looking at?" Regan yanks from away from staring and pulls me closely to him.

I stare into his hazel orbs, "nothing."

He follows my line of sight and see Aaron, his hands gripping the shrew's bouncing ass. "Oh," he smirks and turns to face me. "Do you wanna dance?"

I glance at Aaron and back at Regan. Feeling very vindictive, I grab his shoulders and say, "Yes." He leads me to the dancefloor, thankfully far from Aaron and his shrew. A new electro music plays and it's just my favorite. I smirk and amusement flashes on Regan's face. I twist my body and let it away to the music. Regan is very supportive, going with my every move, watching me, awe etched on his face.

When the song ends, I finish with a split and I hear screaming around me. I snap out of the moment and look around me. People are staring at me. I squeeze my eyes in embarrassment. Ronnie, you could have warned me... I rise to my feet and see my maxi dress had ripped, exposing one fair thigh. I look at Regan and apologize. He must be so embarrassed of me right now. "I'm sorry I got carried away and-"

He places a finger on my mouth and shakes his head. "You were so cool just now."

My eyes widen, "really?"

"And your dress?" He reaches out for me and pulls me close. I can perceive his scent. It's nothing ordinary. He's just as I had hoped he'd be. He sighs, "even beautiful. You're so beautiful, Leticia." His eyes rest on my lips. Before I can conjure up a word, he leans down and claims my mouth like it's his. I gasp in his mouth and give him the chance to explore my tongue, my teeth. The warmth of him mingles with mine and his hands go from my waist to my ass and he's gripping them tightly that I melt into him. His scent is something that I haven't gotten used to-I want it entrenched in the back of my mind. However, before I can explore him, he wrenches his lips from mine and I open my eyes to see Aaron snatching him and knocking him straight to the floor.