The Irish Girl and her Soul mate.

Mysterious CEO

After a week of manic event organising late hours, colour schemes, food tasting, entertainment and organizing enterances on the red carpet with all the various agents and security staff I was exhausted.

The Saturday of the event I stood outside the venue directing florists, stylists, celebraties staying in the hotel and anything else that arrived up to the door. Photographers we're already gathering on the busy side walk.

"I'm going to quickly get my hair done and into my dress, I'll be back for five" I told one of the interns. "I'm on my ear piece if you need me" I added. I hurried out across the marble hotel reception area.

A girl holding a garment bag with what looked like a hair and make up crew behind her was screeching at the receptionist.

"What do you mean I'm not on the list. Do you know who I am?" She roared. I paused and walked up to the commotion.

"I'm Freya Ash from Fashion Free we're hosting this evening can I help you?" I asked. The young receptionist looked relieved.

"The lady here states she is Tristan Devon's plus one however Mr Devon has not confirmed his plus one so I cannot grant her access to his suite." She replied.

"Ok let me see" I flipped through the guest list. " Your name Miss?" I asked

She bristled annoyed "Megan Marston" she rolled her eyes.

My blood ran cold Mr Devon had confirmed a plus one with me but it wasn't a Megan Marston it was a Catherine Walker.

" Mr Devon knows your attending with him?" I mekely asked.

" Of course you i***t we spoke only moments ago but now he's not picking up. We have been together four months who else would he attend with" she yelled.

" One moment please" I held up a finger to her and put distance between us. I dialled Mr Devon's contact number.

" Hello" a deep voice answered sending a tingle down my spine.

" My name is Freya Ash I'm from Fashion Free I'm ringing to confirm Mr Devon's plus one please?" I stiffled a yawn and glanced at my watch. looks like I'd be doing my own hair I noted sighing.

" My assistant gave this information in days ago for security clearance it's Catherine Walker" he snapped.

" Yes Mr Devon that is what I have here, however a Miss Megan Marston is here trying to gain access to your suite and is causing a stir" I stiffled a smirk.

"Damn it that crazy b***h" he snapped taking me off gaurd with the off the cuff remark. "I'll be right there" he hung up.

I returned to the reception desk.

"Mr Devon is on his way." I replied.

"Mr Devon is?" The receptionist looked pale. She picked up the phone. "Missy tell Mr Owen Mr Devon is on his way"

" What's the deal?" I asked.

" Tristan Devon is CEO of the Devon Group that owns this hotel amoungst others" Megan smirked. " He'll have your jobs for how you have treated me" she smugly added. The receptionist looked worried.

"Doubtful" I answered. We waited in silence.

Tristan Devon strode towards us. He was a statue of a man , tall with sun kissed skin, black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a crisp perfectly tailored suit.

" Megan" he began.

"Tristan baby can you tell this i***t girl who I am so I can get on with my evening" she pawed at his arm. I felt my eyes narrow.

"Yes Mr Devon please can you clarify who Miss Marston is to you so we can straighten out this awful occurrence" I sarcastically replied deliberately putting him in an uncomfortable spot.

He seemed surprised at my sarcastic statement and almost thrown.

" A word Megan" he whispered pulling her aside.

After a seemingly hostile conversation. Megan walked back towards me snatching her garment bag from the table.

" Have a nice afternoon Miss Marsten" I called as she headed to the door.

She spun back and glared but then swung her death stare towards Tristan.

" Never in my life have I been so humiliated. Everyone warned me you were nothing but a player. Wait until my father hears about this." She yelled.

Tristan had closed the distance between me and him while she was saying her piece. We both watched her storm out of the hotel.

" Looks like she's going to tell your daddy on you" I quipped before I could help myself.

A smile played on his lips before the straight poker face returned.

" Megan is a little unhinged" he answered.

"She seemed pretty sane when she thought she was your plus one having spoken to your assistant this morning." I felt annoyance bubble up. " In my experience most women aren't totally insane. Megan seemed like she loves her public image. I doubt somehow she'd have risked that public scene if she hadn't been mislead"

" Who are you exactly?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

" No one Mr Devon. I'm absolutely no one. I'm just a random commoner who missed her hair appointment to sort out a high profile love triangle. " I flashed a false smile. " Excuse me I have even more riveting things to do this evening." I added spinning on my heel and walking away hoping I seemed tall and assertive.

I worked the event that evening ushering VIPs up the red carpet and into their respective seats before the 10pm deadline I was set for what reason I didn't know nor did I care. One of the VIPs I escorted was Tristan Devon and his date Catherine. When the last person was in I quickly found Jessica.

"Everyone on the list is here. The red carpet is complete and security is in place." I told her.

"Freya great you did amazing. Please stay have a drink, enjoy the party" she smiled. Before I could decline Jessica was pulled away to speak to another guest.

As I made my way through the crowd towards the door, a tall black suit suddenly stepped in front of me.

"Hello again" Tristan Devon spoke.

" I'm finished for the evening I'm sure someone else will tend to your needs Mr Devon." I sighed more defensive then I possibly needed to be.

" I'm sure they will. But I was curious about you" his voice was thick with mystery.

I willed myself not to bite.

"That's nice but I'm heading out"

" You don't have a moment for a drink?" He persisted.

"I do" I replied " I just don't want one." I added. " Goodnight Mr Devon." I stepped around him and continued towards the front door. I gathered my bag from behind the reception desk, hoisted up an arm full of files and quickly slipped out of my high heels and into a pair of flats. The sudden height drop made the evening gown drag but I didn't care. I stepped out into the evening air making a mental note to myself I hadn't called Blake. I decided not to and to grab a cab. Not the easiest with an arm full of paperwork. I spotted a cab but in my hurry to flag it down I stepped on the gown hem pitched forward and scattered the files on the pavement.

" Great" I muttered.

"You look like you need a hand" I looked up expecting to see Tristan Devon but was surprised to see Mark Fitzgerald in full Cop uniform scrambling to pick up my files.

"Mark" I composed myself at the shock that I was disappointed it wasn't Tristan Devon.

" Hi" he beamed as we stood up "fancy seeing you here Freya"

" I was working the event that's here tonight" I replied indicating to the hotel behind me.

"Explains why you look so pretty" he began when I felt a presence behind me.

"Everything alright here officer?" Tristan Devon's voice made me jump.

" Fine Sir. Freya is a friend of mine, I just stopped to say hello" he looked put out.

" That's nice I was just coming out to check she had a lift home. I'm Tristan Devon" he added holding out his hand still standing behind me.

"Mark Fitzgerald" he answered shaking Tristan's hand and almost sandwiching me between the two of them. I could sense the tension as I was about to tell them both I was a grown woman and to both get lost Marks radio buzzed.

" I've got to go Freya I'll call you tomorrow." He added before jumping into his parked cruiser and driving off.

" Boyfriend?" Tristan asked.

" None of your business" i challenged.

"Fair enough." He smirked as a black town car pulled up. "Get in I'll take you home"

His bossy attitude grated on me.

" I have my own driver" I replied.

" Yes Blake I told him he wasn't required this Evening."

Oh my God he was so smug and self righteous.

" You had no right to do that" I snapped.

" Your boss Miss Quinn thought it was a wonderful idea when she called him for me" he continued to smile." Come on it's just a lift home not marriage."

" Aren't you hilarious" I made a mental note to kill Jessica. Tristan motioned towards the backseat as he held the door open for me. "Fine" I bit as I sat into the car. I gave the driver my address as Tristan sat in next to me.

" Pity you didn't stay for a drink" he turned to me.

I sighed " you didn't stay either"

" Not my thing" he shrugged.

I had seen plenty of pictures of him attending events in New York and LA so I highly doubted this claim.

"Not what the papers and gossip collums say" I answered.

He stiffened up and his green eyes clouded over

" Papers lie"

" I don't know this evening's situation kind of backed up the Playboy label"

" That was different okay. It was complicated"

"Yes I hear it's very hard to break up with one woman before you date another" I snarled. " Where is Catherine?"

"My suite at the hotel" he mumbled.

"Nice does she know you bailed?"

"By now she does" he muttered starting at me. "She knew it was a one date deal"

"Charming" I tutted. We drove in silence as I prayed for the ride to end. Thankfully my prayers were answered as we stopped outside my brown stone. " Ok this was a nightmare. Thank you." I forced a smile.

Tristan's face fell "so I'm guessing dinners out tomorrow."

" You be guessing right." I responded gathering my things and scrambling from the car.

Tristan also bounded up the steps and made it to my front door along side me. His arm shot across the door and onto the wall pinning me between him and the side wall.

"Tristan what the hell" I asked.

His face was so close to mine we were almost nose to nose.

"There is something about you Freya. You interest me in a way most women have come to bore me. " He growled. His breath was warm on my face and he smelled of musk and whiskey. "I don't intimidate you."

" No you infuriate me. What gives you the right to expect me to fall all over you" I fiercely whispered.

" I know you want me" he whispered back.

"I don't" I lied I liked something about his arrogance, his force, his unbridled self righteousness and his chiselled abs that I could now feel pressing against me.

A smile played on his perfect mouth.

"Freya is that a challenge?"

My brain and body screamed "yes" but my mouth responded

"No Mr Devon it's not. I'm seeing someone" I lied hoping to put distance between us so I could finally think clearly again.

He pressed closer to me.

"The Irish cop?" He continued to smirk. "I saw you with him, there wasn't anything between you"

He was right about Mark and I but I wasn't going to let him know that.

" I think you should back off Mr Devon" I breathed but making no effort to push him away.

" Oh really" he asked. Suddenly his lips found mine. They were firm and passionate forcing my own mouth to respond. I suddenly found myself kissing him back with increasing urgency. He gently bit my lower lip and pulled away, throwing his hands up in an innocent way he descended the steps to the sidewalk.

" I'll call you Freya" he smugly slid into the car and it drove off.

I stood in a daze my mind spinning what the hell had just happened. I managed to open the door and stumble inside. Kicking the gown from under my feet I made it to the coffee table dropping the files down. Pam and Rebecca were strewn across the sofa.

"Bad day?" Pam asked as I stomped into the kitchen opening the freezer and pulling out a bottle of vodka. I grabbed a glass and some ice.

"Who owns this" I asked holding up the bottle.

Pam raised her hand.

" I need it I'll replace it tomorrow" I added pouring out a glass and taking a drink.

" No worries" she shrugged.

"Tristan Devon is a complete jerk" I snapped tossing myself down on a bean bag my dress creating a casscade of frills.

"Tristan Devon CEO of Devon group and senators son. Most eligible bachlor in New York?" Pam asked leaning forward. " And your in a gown I want details" she squealed. "Where you going?" She asked as Rebecca stood up.

" I'm getting the feeling she's not the only one going to need a vodka"

I rehashed the evenings events to the girls editing the ending to leave out the kiss. I wasn't sure what had happened there all I knew now is I was harboring a deep guilt.

" Oh my God you know what has happened here right?" Rebecca eyed me. " Tristan Devon has met the only girl in NYC that didn't fall at his feet and I think he's not going to let that lie"

Pam was nodding her argeement

"You my dear have just hooked the most eligible bachlor in the city"

I thought deeply about it and how I felt.

" I don't feel anything for him." I lied

" I like someone else" I added for good measure.

" Who?" Pam asked sipping her drink.

I shrugged as I stood up instantly thinking of Sean.

"That my friends is a completely different story" I smiled stretching. "I'm beat and a little drunk so I'm heading to bed. See you guys in the morning."

" Night" they called as I went up to bed exhausted emotionally and physically