HOW TO SEDUCE A BILLIONAIRE

Okay.... That happened!!!

"I'm sorry Anne. There is nothing I can do. It was an unanimous decision by the board. Apparently, there were reports expressing concern for your quick tendency to uhm- violence. I hope you understand that we have an image to protect. What will happen to the company if it comes out that one of our workers has serious anger issues and is quick to violence? Or if you have an episode and harms one of your colleagues? We are offerring to cover the cost if you decide to check-in to a mental health institution or rehabilitation center but we can no longer have you here. Thank you for all your contribution to the company's growth over the years. Good luck."

The words of my supervisor keep ringing in my head throughout my walk through the streets of Seattle. My mind goes back to when Tyra ran over to my office. Apparently Mr Frank had asked for me. I was delighted. Maybe I'm finally getting my long over due promotion. Then he went forward to utter those words – words that have succeeded in tearing me down, breaking me in ways I never thought I could be broken.

Surprisingly I was more angry than sad. I guess it would have been worse if I had gotten fired for incompetence.

Anger issues. Pfft.

Prone to violence.

Insane! I have being anything but that. I have been on my best behavior. The best in my entire life.

F**k them!

But God! Did I need that job.

I must have walked for a really long time. It's almost sunset now. I turn around a corner to see a well kept bar. It looks really cozy and welcoming from the outside. I immediately make my way towards it. Nothing beats getting wasted on a shitty day.

I meet the bartender behind the counter. His hair is dyed pink. There is a ring on his nose and two diamond studs in both his ears. I have never really been into guys that look like this but I find myself feeling a bit attracted to him. Damn! I need to get laid. Soon!

"Hey, pretty gal. You look sad. Anyone hurt you? C'mon you can talk to me. I promise I won't tell." The bartender immediately rush out as soon as I talk my seat on a stool by the counter. He has a Brooklyn accent that immediately make me feel at home.

"I'm fine. Just another hectic day."

Yeah. Right.

"I think I can fix you something real good. Our bar special this weekend is to die for. It was so good Old man Paul refused to go home. He was here all night, hugging his glass to his chest. He called the cocktail the new love of his life. You need to see me. It was crazy, man." He finished with a laugh and as much as I try to fight it, a little smile burst through.

"Yeah. That's the spirit." He motioned to my smile. "I live a simple life. If I'm having a good day, I smile. If I'm having a terribly shitty day, I also smile. You only live once, they say. I'm Finn by the way." He nods at me

"I'm Anne." I nod back." I will take a scotch on the rocks with plenty liquor, please. Maybe if I get drunk enough, I will give you the big ass smile you are hoping for." He lets out a whoop and began preparing my order.

I move from the counter and take a good look at the bar. The inside is even more impressive. Although small, the bar looks quite spacious. There is soft jazz music coming from the speakers and I find myself wanting to sway but my inhibitions stop me. Maybe when I get drunk enough. I can't believe I'm actually anticipating taking alcohol.

I take a seat in the corner of the room. I'm aware that I'm the only person in the bar. I like it. A few minutes later, Finn returns with two glasses. He said he thinks I will need more than one glass and I can't say he is wrong.

I take a sip from my drink and the bitter-sweet taste fill my mouth. After about 3 sips, I start to feel a little burning sensation at the back of my throat and I don't hate it. I try to think of the last time I felt it and I'm instantly flooded with bad memories. I take a large gulp to stop them from taking roots.

My mind wanders back to my job– ex-job. Even though I was being undervalued, the money I got from working there really went a long way in putting food on mine and my sibling's table. I think of Atlas that just started college. He never wanted to go. Said it was a waste of time but I managed to convince him, promising to take care of his fees. How would I do that if I don't even have a job?

My eyes began to tear up as I think of my mother. She was never a good mother but I loved her still until the day she–

I'm interrupted from my thoughts by the sound of the door opening. I have become used to the low soft tunes that the littlest sound alerted me.

I turn to look at the intruder only for me to come to a certain stop. I'm sure my mouth is currently open wide. I'm not to blame though. I'm staring at the most handsome man I have ever seen - no exaggeration. He is tall with broad shoulders. He has full dark hair that is neither long nor short. Just enough to tug on when we are -– okay! I really need to get laid. He is wearing nice slacks with a button down shirt that look like designers. His shoes look like they can pay my rent for a year.

He walks to Finn and orders something. He walks with such confidence and just by mere looking at and observing him, he looks like he has about a million bucks in his account.

I couldn't make out what was being said between them and I find my self feeling a bit disappointed. I reach for my glass to take another sip, only to find it empty. I giggle a little to myself. Stupid me, I just had two glasses.

I look up to see Mr Handsome taking a seat at my table. I'm startled. He looks at me wierdly. Oops! Guess he heard me giggling.

Didn't he see any other table though? I mean, the whole bar is empty. It is filled with empty tables and he just had to take a seat at mine. He didn't even ask me if he could sit. Rude much.

I pout at that. No matter how handsome he is, I'd prefer no company.

Finn returns with Mr Handsome's drink. He also took my empty glasses for a refill. What a darling!

In one gulp, Mr Handsome drowned an entire glass, then another. I'm staring at him now like an i***t. He looks like he desperately wants to get drunk. I wonder what his story is. Not even up to a minute later, his phone started to ring and he look down to see the caller. A curl drops from his hair as he does so and I find myself aching to reach out and brush it away.

Finn returns with three more glasses for me and I smile, clapping my hands like a child and thanking him over and over again. At this point, I have even forgotten about my shitty day, about Jason. All I can think is how nice Finn is and how Mr Handsome won't just pick his calls.

His phone rings again and this time, he finally picks it up, swearing.

"Stop blowing up my phone. I can't believe you can't do a single thing yourself, Elizabeth." There is a pause and I think Elizabeth said something that made him really angry because he said "Pack your stuff and get out. You are fired. Goodbye." And then he hang up on her.

I gasp and he slowly turns to look at me. Having the full weight of his gaze on me is quite unnerving but I don't look away or back down. Maybe it's the alcohol giving me liquid courage because I say

"You can't just fire someone because you're having a shitty day." I tell him. I have had enough of people in positions who misuse their power this way. "You don't know what she might be going through. Who might be depending on her. What if her paycheck from this job is what puts food on hers and her family's table, huh? Did you think of that?" My voice starts to get a bit louder. "Answer me." I stand up from my chair, wanting to be a little taller. He doesn't look intimidated but at least I have his full attention.

"I bet you didn't think that far. You guys never do." I finish and I sink back in my seat. I drown one of the three glasses Finn brought for me. I have a nice buzz going on. I doubt if I would have said all of this if I was sober.

"Okay." The sound of his deep voice sends shivers down my spine. He sounds exactly the way I thought he had sound. "I have had a shitty week." He said it so calm while playing with his drink. "I lost a major deal because of her. That deal was worth millions." He spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if talking to a child.

Millions? Wow. He must be super rich then. Anyone that can afford to lose millions without dying instantly is rich in my books. I'm not sure Jason will survive if he losts even half a million.

"That doesn't mean anything." I tell him and he look at me like I'm stupid so I clarify "I'm sure she will have made you even more. Just because she makes this one mistake doesn't cancel out all the good she has done." I speak with such conviction and confidence that scare even me.

He lets out a deep sigh, staring curiously at me. He actually looks like he is considering my words.

"I found my girlfriend in bed with my best friend last night."

Woah!

Where did that come from?

I watch him swirl his drink in his glass before taking it to his mouth and gulping it's content. He motions to Finn for a refill.

"What?" I ask him.

"You think I don't have any problems. That I'm probably - just a spoilt brat who throws tantrums. So I'm laying out my s**t for you."

What in the actual hell?

I don't say anything and I see that he is waiting for my response.

"My mum was an addict who did whatever it takes to get her next fix."

That came out of nowhere. It must be the alcohol because I would never say this to anyone. There is just something about this guy that makes me want to open up. To lay exposed on the table for him to look at and examine. I find myself being so sure that he will pass no judgement. It could be the drinks though.

He merely smiled at what I said, like I told him I ride unicorns on weekends.

"My dad beats my mom but she will never leave." He sounded sad and hella drunk. I can't believe how much time have passed since I came here. It's almost midnight now. No one came in throughout, surprisingly. The bar has such cool designs to be this dry.

We swapped shitty stories and I find myself telling him everything. From how my husband cheated on me with his new secretary to how I trashed his apartment and finally to that getting me fired. I shouldn't be surprised I got fired. I mean, Jason pulled some strings to get me hired. He can definitely get me kicked out - and he did.

When I got to the part about trashing his apartment, Mr Handsome burst out laughing. I don't know when I joined him but it felt nice being able to laugh again.

"Your life is shittier than mine." He finally conceded defeat, pouting like having the less-shitty life was a loss.

"I know." I tell him as I gulp the last of my drink. I ask Finn for more and he firmly shake his head.

"That's enough for today." He tells me, chewing on his bottom lip.

"But I want moore." I drawl as I whine. He just shakes his head.

"She wants more. Give it to her." My prince charming said and I smile big, thinking of how good I will look on our wedding day.

Before Finn could reply, the door bursts open and two huge guys bounced in. One has a buzz cut with clear brown skin. He is very tall, almost the same height with Mr Handsome. The second is a bit shorter but what he lacks in height, he makes up for it in bulk.

They head straight to our table and I let out a squeal as they come close. Finn merely stays behind his counter watching the encounter. He makes no attempt to confront the intruders. Smart boy!

My prince charming merely look annoyed by their presence.

They don't say anything and starts to drag him out of his seat. I throw myself in front of him. No way am I going to let them kidnap him.

"Jeez! You both are wasted. Just get the f**k off him." The one with the buzz cut said.

I don't make any attempt to move and he lifts me up, away from Mr Handsome by my shoulders. I start to cry as I watch them take him away. He didn't even put up a fight. He didn't try to stay with me. I cry even harder, tears pouring out as I watch him leave the building. I run to the window in time to see them tuck him in a black car and zoom off. What a sad way for our story to end!