Glorious Hate

The Disguise<3 Ophelia

My driver drops me to one of the most private but trendy club that I usually come to when I don't want to be alone in the personal bar at my house.

The bouncer doesn't ask for my ID after handing him a ward of cash as I always do. As soon as I enter the club, I completely transform from my usual serious and stern self to a free spirit so that I blend in. I fight my way through the people making my way to the bar which isn't really eat as it's crowded with partners grinding on each other.

"What can I get you today?" The bartender asks as I sit down.

" A martini please." I say with a smile pasted on my face. From my peripheral vision, I note that the man sitting next to me turns to face my side.

"I'm sorry to bother you but have we met before?" His question draws all my attention making me turn and face him as well. I let out a small gasp when I realise it's the man that I had a meeting with before but I quickly recover and smile as I answer him.

" If you come here sometimes then you have probably seen me before." The lie smoothly comes out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I occasionally come here. It's just that your voice is so familiar."

"Sunny."

"What?" He asks with a confused facial expression. I guess he is not only dumb in business.

"My name is Sunny." I hold back the urge to roll my eyes as I say that.

" Wow, the name suits you perfectly." Not wanting to fire up the flirting game, I ask him his name as I genuinely don't remember it.

"Ryder." Ahh.

Ryder's POV

When she turns to face me, I quickly realise how dumb my question was. Sunny is complete opposite of Ophelia; while she has wild medium sized black hair and glowy hazelnut eyes; Ophelia is a blonde with emerald green eyes. There is also a huge differences personality wise as Sunny'S smile is brighter than the sun itself.

"Do you wanna dance?" I ask her trying to get rid of my thoughts and she is hesitant to answer back. " It's fine if you don't want_"

"No, I want to dance." I don't waste any time as I take her hand and drag her to the dance floor. She grinds on me as I wrap my hands around her waist.

After dancing to about five songs, I start doing some shots but she sticks to water because she says it's reckless for both of us to get drunk.

" Favourite colour?" She asks continuing our game of twenty questions .

" Yellow" The word comes out more slurred revealing that I am drunk. "Your age?"

"24"...This goes on for a long time and the last question is rewarded to me.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" I ask while standing off the stool.

"Of course. Let's go." She puts her arm through mine as she stands as well.

"Yours or mine?"

" I'm dropping you at yours and I'm going to mine."

Seriously!?