My Little Distraction

Chapter 1: Breaking The Rules

I muttered under my breath as I entered the warm environment of the party, leaving behind the cold November air.

"See, Lucia?" said my best friend, Nicole, next to me. "You are going to have fun here, if it's the last thing I do!" Her green and hazel eyes bubbled with determination.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Please, you know what my preferred activity to partying is."

"Give it a go!" she replied. "You look gorgeous, that's sure to help."

I stared down at my white cocktail dress and black high-heeled ankle boots. "Because my idea of a perfect night definitely includes getting hit on by idiots."

"Live a little!" she replied. "Don't you find it exciting that you're going to a place that your parents would never allow you to?"

"I see why they don't let me." I said, casting my eyes across the people. The party was in its early hours, yet some people were already getting very touchy-feely with each other. "What happens if I get caught? I'll never be allowed to have a sleepover at your house ever again. They'll probably put a tracker on me."

"That's the excitement," she said. "You can't get caught. Now come on. There's a night full of fun ahead."

I groaned, reluctantly letting her drag me into the throngs of people.

An hour had passed. Nicole had already convinced me to take a vodka shot. I had promptly decided that they were overrated. Now she was dancing with some guy, while I awkwardly tried to dance.

A pair of hands worked their way around my waist. "Why, hello there." Someone whispered into my ear.

"Hey." I replied casually. I watched as their hands settled themselves on my stomach.

"You look ravishing tonight, Lucia." said the voice.

"Thanks buddy," I replied. I was keeping it chilled, but inside I was beginning to get nervous. The hands on my body were nice, and I enjoyed the sensation of having the length of someone pressed against me. But who was this person? "I wish I could return the favor, but I can't see you. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter what my name is," they said. "But at this moment, who am I to you?" 

I spun in their grip to face them. My blue eyes met a pair of mysteriously dark, almost black eyes, framed by lustrous lashes. In the low lighting I recognized a dark head of hair that fell across their face.

"Parker Lachlan." I whispered.

I saw his lips twist into a smirk. "Lucia Owell."

My eyes widened. The son and daughter of two rival companies were dancing together. I tried to push him away but he simply held me tighter. A small part of my mind was delighted that he wasn't letting go, but the rest of me protested. "Get off!" I cried.

"I wish it were that easy, sweetie." he replied.

"We can't be together." I reasoned.

"Who says?"

My bunched fist hit his chest, but he didn't budge. "Our fathers!"

"Only for a night." he smiled down at me before connecting his lips with mine. There was a sweet tenderness to the kiss as his lips gently brushed across mine, until the edges of roughness came in and he deepened our kiss. Our lips melted together and I couldn't resist kissing back. My hands wound their way around, behind his neck and my fingertips delved into his thick amounts of hair. I could feel Parker's grip around my waist tighten before one hand moved up my back, to the nape of my neck.

Once our lips parted, my mind returned to how wrong this was.  "Parker, no, this isn't allowed," I begged, his hot lips tracing up and down my neck.

"But my dear," he replied. "The rules are meant to be broken. I know this is what you want."

He was so incredibly, unfortunately, desperately right. I submerged myself into the desire of how badly I wanted this and let his lips explore.

I bit down onto my lip, hard, as one of Parker's fingers traced along my leg, to stop myself from moaning. The effect that he had on me was insane. I'd never felt anything like this in my life. My past boyfriend, Donovan, couldn't do this to me. But the rough callous touches from Parker left behind lingering urges of heat on my skin.

My arms were pinned against the wall above my head by him, his hips pressed against mine. Every inch of his body was close to mine and it set butterflies in my stomach. His eyes met mine again and he looked at me from under his lashes.

"Lucia.." The way he whispered my name, with such longing, set my heartbeat skipping at a fast pace. His lips connected with mine again. His teeth caught my bottom lip, giving it a tug, begging for entrance. I let him in and our tongues fought for dominance, ending with me eventually giving it to him. "You're too perfect." he spoke quietly, before his mouth left mine to make its way across my jaw line. I was sent into euphoria with each kiss and movement of his lips. He found a particularly sensitive area and dragged it into his mouth. Shivers rattled my spine.

I couldn't help the moan that now slipped past my parted lips. I could feel his lips smile as I did.

"Lucia!" burst out a third person in the room, an intruder. Parker instantly retracted all of his presence from anywhere near me and my arms returned to my sides.

Nicole stood in the doorway of the otherwise empty room, her hands on the blue fabric that covered her hips. "With Parker Lachlan?!" She stalked towards me and grabbed onto my arm, before dragging me back into the thick of the party. "What was that?" she asked, shocked and a little angry.

I stuttered, unsure as to how to go about explaining. "I..." I made a measly beginning. "We kissed on the dance floor."

"Looked like you were about to do more than kissing, but maybe that's just me." She gave me a cynical look. "I know I told you about the excitement of doing something your parents would never let you do, but I think you've taken the meaning a bit too far. There's a lot of decent guys here, Luce, why choose him?"

"I didn't choose him." I said.

"If you were letting him kiss you like that," she said. "Then you most definitely chose him. Come on, we're leaving."

I followed her outside and slid into the passenger seat of her car. She reversed onto the street and soon we were back on our way to her house.

She flicked a blonde curl over her shoulder. "Parker freaking Lachlan." she muttered.

"I couldn't resist." I replied. "He's different."

"We all want what we can't have." she said.

***

"Good morning." said my dad, as he picked me up the next morning from Nicole's house. The night before, Nicole and I had a very serious talk. She was surprised to hear that Parker turned me on, coming from someone who hated the idea of going to the party in the first place.

"Morning, daddy." I replied, dropping my bag at my feet as I perched myself in the front passenger seat. In the wing mirror, I checked that the love bite Parker had left was still thoroughly covered up with concealer. Which it was.

"How was your sleepover with Nicole?" he asked.

My eyes flickered down to his attire. "Why are you wearing a suit?"

"Ah," he said. "I've got a business conference with Damson & Co. later today, I'll be taking a private jet."

I felt my face crinkle in pain. "Again?" I asked, simply.

His turquoise eyes, the ones I'd inherited from him, turned regretful. "I'm sorry, Lucia. This will be the last one in a few months, I promise."

"That's what you said last time." I frowned down at my dark denim jeans.

I heard him give a sigh. His large hand encompassed my own smaller one comfortingly. "I'm sorry I work so much."

"Yeah." I mumbled incoherently. He began driving.