Aviana

Fresh Spring Rain

Aviana's POV

"Excuse me miss." I look up from my martini to see a slender young man smiling down at me. His hair is an odd white color, letting me know that he isn't mortal, not only that, but his eyes flash a strange gold color before returning to normal. 

"Is there something I can help you with?" 

"Well, yes. Doctor Phoenix Lore would like you to join him on the top floor for a drink." The young man says, and I furrow my eyebrow. I've been at the club most of the night, drinking and dancing alone. If this Doctor wants to talk to me, he could have brought his ass down at some point to say hello. But no, he probably sat in a V.I.P. room waiting to beckon me. Too bad for Mr. Lore, I'm not that kind of girl. 

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask the man who has patiently been waiting for me to speak. 

"Lionel." He states with a kind smile. 

"Okay, Lionel. Let me start by saying that I have the slightest clue who this Doctor Phoenix Lore is, but can you please inform him that I don't follow orders too well. If he had been watching from the top floor, then he knows where I am sitting and could have came down to speak with me. His failure to do so is going to earn him a firm. f*****g. No. Have a good night." I say as I slide off of my bar stool. Lionel stares at me like I've grown a second head before mumbling something and turning around to leave. For a moment, I watch his retreating back. He has a great physic to be so thin. Guess that's the perks of being immortal. I, for one, have never been a small girl, and I have never given a single f**k. There's enough hips and ass on me to share with a few women, which some men love, and others don't care to handle. That doesn't matter to me at all, because I love me. 

As I walk through the club and out into the chilly night, an odd shudder runs down my spine, and it's not from the cold. Looking up, I see the moon is bright and full tonight, making me smile. I've always loved full moons. On nights like these, I'd usually be at home in my back yard, staring up at the sky. Yet I'm out drinking away my f*****g sorrows. 

Today was supposed to be a good day. I was supposed to become a partner at my firm, but I had forgotten, after three years of working at Pence Law, that I do not have a d**k in-between my legs. So with that being painfully clear, I quit. Like a f*****g i***t, I threw my ice tea all over Paul Pence and stormed out of his establishment. At the time, it felt so right, but as the day progressed, it felt so wrong. Finally, I decided to take a year off and use my savings to travel a little bit. 

"It's a bit cold outside. Would you like my jacket?" A deep voice spoke from behind me, making me jump. It sounds like God is speaking; it's the only way I could describe his deep tone. When I turn around, my breathing gets caught in my throat at the man behind me.  

The guy is damn near seven feet tall. I'm wearing six-inch heels that make me at least six feet tall, and he still towers me. His hair is so blonde that it's almost white. His eyes are piercing, and fierce blue, a complete yet beautiful contrast, and his body is like something out of a f*****g movie. Muscles line every inch of him as if Zeus himself chiseled him. I'm sure his forearm is more significant than my head, and his bicep is more extensive than my thigh, which says a lot. He's dressed in a white t-shirt and dark wash jeans. His hair stops just above his waist, and I fight the urge to run my fingers through it. This man is something supernatural; I know that for a f*****g fact. 

"Um, yeah. I'm fine, just heading to my bike and then home." I say softly to keep my voice from wavering.

"It's only eleven. Why are you leaving so early?" The stranger questions as he steps up to stand so close to me that I can smell him. My nostrils flare as I take in his fresh spring rain scent, which is odd. Why would a man that looks like this wear something that smells like spring rain? I'm not complaining though, it's almost intoxicating, and I unconsciously lean closer to him and inhale deeply. A groan escapes me before I take a step back and clear my throat. 

"Oh, well...I don't know. I'm kind of escaping an asshole who sent one of his minions to beckon me to V.I.P. Sad that men with a little bit of money think that girls will just come when they call. Not me. I’ve got my own money." I ramble before I flush what I know is a faint red color. 

"How do you know the man was an asshole? Maybe he just wanted to spend some time with you?" 

I scoff. 

"Ha! I'm sure he did. Maybe he wanted to see me on my knees with something shoved down my throat, but I'm a hundred percent sure he didn't want to just chit chat a little bit." 

"Did he at least give you his name?" The stranger asks, and I look up at him with my eyebrows furrowed. He is oddly interested in this conversation. 

"Yeah, Doctor Phoenix Lord, or something like that." I listen to the man before me chuckle. It's the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. "What's funny?" 

"It's Doctor Phoenix Lore, not Lord, and you're telling me that you've never heard of the man?" 

"I can't say I have." 

"Mmm, interesting. Well, I'm going to let you go, but I want to give you my number, and I think you should call Miss. Aviana Manchester." I gasp when the man says my name. First of all, why the hell does it sound so damn good rolling off his tongue? Secondly, how in the hell does he know my full name? Before I can ask him either question, the stranger steps into my comfort zone, making my head swim. His aroma swarms around me as my eyes close. I feel a piece of paper slip into my hand, and I immediately fist it. 

"See you soon, amor." The man whispers in my ear, making me shudder. A cold gust of wind causes me to open my eyes, and I gasp when I find him gone. With shaky hands, I unfold what looks like a business card and gasp when I see the name across the middle. 

Phoenix Lore