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ACCIDENTAL

I stare at my laptop and I'm almost half way through finishing my article. For some reason my mind couldn't stop thinking about that curly man named Benedict Saintclare and how mesmerizing and striking he is. He has this huge impact on an individual just by being himself and that's crazy. Even the thoughts of him still send shiver down my spine.

Though he's not with me anymore, I feel like he's still here. I know it's plain stupid. But I still feel his green eyes looking at me from the corners of the room, like he's observing me from afar. And the things that happened inside his office a while ago is still stuck in my head.

Focus Thea, you need to focus on the article not the person about the article.

But on the bright side, I'm glad that tomorrow's Sunday, I have another day to finalize and edit my article before I could finally pass the finished full story about Benedict Saintclare to my boss.

Argh, even his name gives me thrills.

A part of me would be extremely happy if my article would be published for Lure. I think that's what every writer would want. It's always been my dream to write an article for a magazine, most especially for Lure. I know it's not as huge as those other magazines but it's like baby steps. And I would be so proud of myself, that's why I'm hoping Victoria would love every part of it. I've poured my heart and soul on every detail on this article.

But when I think about my article being published, a thought came to my head that I kind of owe Benedict hugely for participating and giving me the chance to interview him. I think I should send him a thank you present or something to at least show appreciation.

"That means we're going to meet again if I would want to thank him." I muffled with enjoyment.

I chuckle softly, thinking of his piercing green eyes and how he'd bite his lip. I imagine his teeth sunk to his lower lip and how it got my panty in twists. I suddenly thought of his blondish-brownish long hair that looked pleasingly sexy pairing with his suit. But I instantly shake my head from my thought, I haven't even noticed that I was even brushing my finger over my lip.

Shit, I'm fantasizing about him!

"No Thea. You don't want to be involve in his world. That was all for the article." I speak.

I gently slap my cheeks. "Focus."

I began to continue listening to my interview with Benedict as I get back on track with my article. To be honest, this has been the best article that I have ever written in my entire life. All those things that I've done for school won't compare to something this big. I mean, if I'd get this article perfectly done and Victoria would publish it, centerfold, a lot of people will see my potential and perhaps this will be the start of my career. Well, I hope.

By twelve midnight, I was about to hit the bed when a notification popped out on the screen of my phone. I sleepily grabbed it from my drawer and my eyes widened when I saw a twitter notification. I got on my account and saw a tweet about Benedict partying at The White Hall. There were attached photos of him in it and he looked like he's having the time of his life with those pornstar looking women surrounding him. They obviously just wanna bed Benedict and he would definitely want to have group s*x with them.

@BenSaintclare looking gorgeous as ever partying at The White Hall with a couple of lovely ladies. 

He's f*****g hot! @BenSaintclare Love you babe. x

Can't believe @BenSaintclare bought me a drink ;)

I sigh as the list of tweets goes on.

"He's used to living life like that."  I muffled while scrolling down.

Then all of a sudden a message from Kylie popped out of nowhere.

Jonah: Get yourself a dress and heels. Come with us. Kylie is killing me.

Me: Go where? It's late and I'm tired.

Jonah: It's Saturday! Please. You need to save me. She's out on a date with this dude named Raphael and he has two other friends. You need to be bere. I can't handle two.

I roll my eyes at my phone. I almost forgot that we were suppose to meet Kylie's new f**k buddy tonight but I already said that I wasn't going because I wasn't interested.

Jonah: You're leaving me as a bait here. Please?

"Argh, why did you even have to be there when you don't even want to?" I mumbled as I type that message to Jonah.

Jonah: Because she forced me and she didn't mention a while ago that you weren't going. If I knew you ditched tonight, I wouldn't be here as well. But I'll be a bad friend for leaving her with three random guys who happens to be really hot Thea.

I roll my eyes over my phone again.

Jonah: Please come. You NEED to go clubbing and let go of all the stress you've had this week. Come ooooon. I need you because I'm not really good at making conversations with hot guys.

Me: And I am great at that? I'm so not good at it. But fine, I'll be there. The Hub wasn't it?

Jonah: Change venue. On our way to Whitman or The White Hall. The Hub was packed.

My eyes widened.

"They're on the same bar as Benedict." I absentmindedly bite my lower lip.

I was torn between going and not going, I wouldn't want Benedict to think that I'm stalking him but then he wouldn't think that because I'm with my friends.  I glared at my phone, 12% left.

Shit.

I started grabbing a few of my clubbing clothes, well basically most of Kylie's. When I found something good to wear, I fixed myself up, put some lipstick, a bit of blush on and some mascara. I don't know who I'm preparing myself for but either way, I wanna look good tonight. And Jonah was right, I've been stressed out this week with all the pressure that Victoria put me that's why I need to go have some fun.

I hailed a cab and drove my way to The White Hall. Now I don't know if I could get through without being on the list. I heard from Kylie before that only high class ass could pass through. It's difficult to get through the tight security if you don't know anyone around.

Shit. Why didn't I think of that before coming over? I'm here.

I shut the cab's door and stood right outside the enormous club. It wasn't one of those lowclass pubs where cheap people would go to. It's NOT  a go to club because of the tight security and of course most VIP comes here. I don't even know how Kylie and Jonah got through. I've only been here once and I could easily tell that this isn't a poor-ass club unlike the ones I've been to.

I lined up with the others and I could easily tell that these women in front of me are first timers. I could see how giddy they're getting or maybe they're just excited because they know Benedict is here.

"Yes, I've read on Twitter that Benedict's here. Are my boobs okay? Are they in place?" The blond asks the brunette.

And I guess I was right. Every female who's here tonight is probably after getting Benedict's attention or maybe to f**k with him.

"I wanna look good in front of Benedict." She pushes her boobs to the center making a cleavage.

I look down at mine, flat.

"Hi." I greeted the security who looked like he didn't like his job.

He arches a brow when it was my turn. "Name?" He questioned, pulling out the stupid list.

Shit.

"I'm Thea. I'm probably not on the list but my friends are already--"

"Not on the list. Back of the line!"  He kind of yelled that made the people behind me laugh.

"But my friends are really inside. If you just--"

"Back. Of. The line." He said angrily.

I groan inwardly. "But my friends are really inside." I whispered to myself as I began to leave but all of a sudden.

"Hey, why so harsh on Miss Beautiful?" A man's voice coming out of nowhere calls out.

I stiffened when someone huge stood next to me and hung his arm around my shoulders. I look up to my right only to find a very tall and very buff blond man with a man bun pulled back while the sides of his hair was a bit shaved off.

"You don't treat women like that." He clicks his tongue while he moved his head down at me.

He winks at me then looked back at this mean bouncer. "She's with me, diablo."

I remained frozen while I glare at his hand placed over my shoulder.

"Don't be too hard on her." He walked with me as we pass through the doorway while he taps the bouncer's shoulder.

Still the bouncer gave me the eye but then I wiggled myself closer to this buff blondie.

I could already hear the club's sound growing louder. I notice that his hand was still around my shoulders when we finally see many people dancing and drinking inside The White Hall. Bright lights were everywhere and a lot of people flirting and busy partying.

Women who were passing by me were waving at this buff blondie who also happens to be flirting back at each woman.

"I love Saturdays." He speaks, god his voice sounds huge just like his body.

He looked down at me. "You're alone babe?"

I clear my throat. "I'm... I'm not. I need to spot my friends' table."

He grins and that's when I knew he's a pretty boy who's used to being the center of attention. "So basically you don't know where they are?"

"Well... Kind of.. I'll find them soonee or later. And thank you so much for letting me in. I wouldn't be here if you didn't help." I answered.

"No big deal babe. Now why don't you join my table for a while? I bet my friends would love to meet you." He says.

No Thea. He's obviously Mr. Fuckboy

I shake my head. "My friends are expecting me."

"Oh come on, it's just gonna be quick. I saved you back there right? Why don't you show me back some love? Huh?" He grins cheekily it's annoying.

I look around and looked totally lost. I don't know where my friends are.

The buff blondie stood in front of me and extended his hand out. "Lets get you comfy."

"What?" I gaped at what he said.

"I'm Prince James but people usually calls me PJ. And you are?" He smiles.

I glared at his hand and accepted. "I'm Thea."

He smiles. "That's a very lovely name." He releases my hand and asked, "So, you wanna come over my table for a while?"

I briefly bite my lower lip.

"My friends are harmless, I swear. If you find them weird, you're free to leave. I'd even walk you back to your table just to be nice." He smiles.

"You're not gonna stop this off, are you?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

I sigh inwardly. "Alright. Let's meet your friends."

Both of us walked together while he slips his hand to mine and holds me as he leads the way. He was waving to some people and he seemed really friendly to all. I was surprised that he knew some names which makes me wonder if he's just that friendly that he's so great at remembering names or he's just a big time flirt?

"Hey man!" He waved at a guy with a shoulder length black hair who was sitting over the letter C leather couch filled with so many model-looking porn star looking women.

"You're late man." The black haired oozingly gorgeous guy calls out while they did that manly handshake.

PJ pulled me closer to him and the black haired gorgeous looking man started travelling his eyes to me. Oh s**t, these guys are insanely good looking. It's out of this world.

"Who you got here?" The black haired guy asked.

As I look at him, it makes me think that he looks like a handsome Prince from Persia. His wavy hair was in deep black, his brows were black too and oh my god his eyes were so darn sexy. His beard was in pitch black as well and it kind of made him look more hot. He pushed most of his hair to one side and looked at me eagerly.

"Just a little friend that I met when I got inside the club." PJ answered casually.

He sits on the couch with this Prince Of Persia and the women hurriedly leeched on him. And I swear to God, he loves the attention.

"Khal, I want you to meet Thea." PJ gestured to me.

I waved my hand in a small circle towards him and smiled tightlipped. "Hey."

"And Thea, I want you to meet Khaleel. My best bud." PJ gestured back to Khaleel.

Khaleel, what a very sexy name.

Khaleel stands all of a sudden and grabs my hand. He smiles before he plants a kiss on the back of my pslm.

"You're beautiful." Khaleel says.

I smiled shyly.

"And you have a very soft skin." He adds.

PJ's groan catches my attention as he roll his eyes at Khaleel. "Okay. Enough with that. Don't fall for that Thea. That's only a trick." He says to me.

Khaleel chuckles and sits back. "I think she's not even falling for it."

He moves his head to me with that quirky grin and asked, "Aint I right babe?"

I didn't answer.

"But seriously baby, you're gorgeous." Khaleel speaks.

"Of course she is. I wouldn't ask her to come over the table if she wasn't." PJ mumled.

"Thank you." I answer.

PJ begins to look around as if he's searching for somebody, "Now where the hell is that guy."

Khaleel takes a sip from his glass and answered, "He's probably out f*****g some woman inside the bathroom."

"Where are your manners man? We have a guest in front of us." PJ glared at me. "Hey, you wanna sit down? Let me buy you a drink."

I shake my head right away. "No. It's fine. I just--"

"Miss Thibault?"

I froze when I quickly saw Benedict coming towards the table from the corner. He looks at me from head to toe then back at my face.

"It's amusing to find you in a club." His voice tickles my ear vibrating down to my v****a.