Woke Up Married To The Boss

In the first floor bar of Nova Club, the city's largest entertainment venue, men and women gyrated to the upbeat tempo of the club music. On the crowded dance floor, a petite woman took a gulp from the vodka bottle she was holding and stumbled across the dance floor towards the bar area. "Find me the most handsome man here!" Selene slurred at one of the waiters and took another huge gulp from the bottle of vodka. "What is love at first sight!" She slurred her voice barely audible above the music. "Was I so bad,” she hiccuped. “ Why my sister, why did he have to sleep with her..." Selene was drunk, dizzy and her eyes were watering, but she couldn't forget the picture of John cheating. The waiter was about to remove the bottle from her possession, but stopped as they noticed someone coming up towards her. She turned to where the waiter was looking and saw a group of people who looked like bodyguards surrounding Denny as he walked in. Denny, the current president of Armanel Group and the future heir to the Armanel family. He was rumoured to be the fearsome "Don Armanel". “Move!” a bodyguard hissed at a very drunk Selene who had started to totter towards the incoming group. "Miss," the waiter reached out to grab Selene before she did something she regretted. The waiter knew Denny hated to be approached especially by the drunken woman currently trying to make her way through her bodyguards, bottle in hand. She was clearly not sober. They brushed her aside, making way for Denny as they headed towards the V.I.P rooms. “Am I not good enough for anyone?” Selene yelled drunkenly at the backs of the slowly receding figures. “Is the great Don Denny Armanel too good for the likes of this miserable woman?” With tears in her eyes she hiccuped a sob. The bottle dropped from her hand as she grabbed onto a stool to keep herself from falling, her body jerked and up came the night’s drinks all over the unlucky waiter, who was still standing near her and out of the way from Denny and his Bodyguards. She looked up at the waiter horrified at the mess she was causing, she was done for. She stepped back and took in the chaos she was causing. Some people stopped and stared at her in disgust, others in pity. She wished she could sink into a hole and hide for the rest of her life. However, it was at this moment that she caught a glimpse of the man standing there with a judgemental look on his face as he stared into her soul. Despite the fact that she may currently be looking like a trash panda, she couldn’t help but think, was there such a good-looking person in this world? Was it beer goggles as they called it? The black jacket and simple blue shirt that seemed to hug his muscles leaving nothing to imagination. His hair was trimmed neatly and styled in a controlled messy way. His chiselled jawline and striking gray eyes made him look like a wolf stalking his prey. As soon as he walked in, he had caught the eyes of most women on the dance floor, many dared only to take a peak where others dared to take a few steps closer. Not close enough to agitate Denny though, they knew better. So who was the chocolate body chic who was making this huge scene in front of him. The interaction was taken in by the people around him. The cleaner made quick the job of cleaning up the mess and the waiter had disappeared into the darkness. Most likely to end their shift, since they were now covered in another human beings' juices. She felt mesmerised and without her completely understanding what her body was doing she had stepped forward. Her hands extended with eyes wide in wonder. “Your eyes are so beautiful, they’re like diamonds,” she said as she reached out her hand to touch his face but his bodyguard stepped in. “Miss,” he said with a warning tone. She stuntered forward off balance and Denny grabbed her. Her eyes wandered about his face taking in the appearance of a scruff as well as the bulge of his muscles in his shirt as he was now keeping her from falling. She ran her hand directly across his arms, down his chest to his stomach, “you’re like a rock,” she muttered. To everyone’s surprise Denny burst a short laugh, and waved his bodyguards at ease. Selene felt something inside her twitch as his laugh vibrated her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth and embarrassment filled her body. She tried to wiggle out of his arms but Denny tightened his grip. Selene buried her head in his shirt, causing a collective gasp from the women around her. ‘Did she just rub vomit on Mr. Armanel’s shirt?’ ‘Whoever she was she was going to be in a hell of a time tomorrow, when she realises who she’s inconvenienced.’ Denny lifted her off the group bridal style and nodded towards the V.I.P room. Selene’s arms went instinctively for his neck as her body was swept off the floor without notice. She hung on for dear life as he carried her swiftly off of the club’s dance floor. ‘Whoever she was, she was now Denny’s prey for the evening.’ "Boss?” one of the bodyguards said in uncertainty. Denny nodded and the bodyguards led him towards one of the doors before unlocking and locking it behind Denny. Denny sighed as he carried her straight towards the best place he could think of. The bathroom. The poor girl was drunk and covered in alcohol and her own bodily fluids. “Bathe, I’ll get you a towel and something to change into.” He turned on the shower and left her in there, while he went in search of decent clothing and a clean towel. He must have taken a while because when he got back he met a clean and fairly damp Selene wrapped in a bed sheet sitting on the end of the bed. “So... you're the boss?" " How about I book you tonight, boss." Selene said slowly, opening the bed sheet. “I choose you,” she said, removing the rest of the bed sheet. “Help me forget,” "Oh?!" Denny smiled faintly. "Forget what Miss?" “Selene,” she said, smiling at Denny. I can pay you if that’s the problem. She pulls out her membership card and a black card and places it next to her. “ I want all of you. Are you skilled enough to satisfy me Boss?” she smiled coyly, liquid courage clearly running through her veins. “I hear that all men like to brag about their prowess.” She slowly got up and walked towards Denny. “Boss?” she says as Denny shoves a dress and a bath towel into her arms. “Dress.” She pulled Denny by the collar and approached his face, forcing him to make do with her height. "Bragging?" Denny squinted and snorted to himself. "Do you really want to sleep with me?" He assured her. "Mmhmm." Selene nodded honestly and smiled like the prostitutes she had seen on TV. Denny pondered for a moment and stared at the willing damsel in distress offering her body to him like some lamb sacrifice. "You can sleep with me, but it must be legal." What? Legal? Selene pondered the meaning of the word. He felt his pocket and took out a piece of paper that he had crumpled into a ball earlier before he arrived at the club. He smiled mischievously at her and held her chin. "You see, unfortunately, I'm supposed to be getting married today, but my bride failed to show." Denny stared at the crumpled mass in his hand and smirked. "We're gonna have to change that." While he was looking for a towel and a bath towel he heard from the staff that Selene came here to drink because of an incident that occurred earlier that day. She was looking for revenge and with that came unexpected gains. An eye for an eye, she wanted to get back at her cheating ex and he needed a bride today. He walked towards the front door and opened it. "Thomas, please bring the vehicle to the back, Miss Selene and I are going for a ride." "Yes Boss," came the reply as Thomas went to fulfil his boss's request. "Get dressed, Selene, we have some important things to do before I can comply with your demand." A soft knock was heard and the door opened slightly. "The vehicle is out back Mr. Denny." "Let's get going Miss Selene," he said with a sly smile on his face. "Where are we going boss,” she asked coyly. Fixing the dress he brought her, it fitted her like it was made for her. A cute little baby doll dress. "We, Selene, are getting married."