Why did I even bother to come? Why did I put on this silly black dress, these obnoxious red heels, and get my hopes up about how this evening would go... With a final, admittedly dramatic sigh, I turned around to face the mingling partygoers once again -but all I saw was a pair of crystal eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Leaning against the sliding glass door was a man in a fitted navy suit, his crisp, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a protruding collarbone and his bare chest. He. Scarlett felt as though her soul was being sucked into a deep black void of nothingness and despair. It was somewhat of an over dramatization of course, but Scarlett sure as hell didn’t feel good about the prospect of talking to this man. He had made the most dreadfully boring movies and he had a tendency to talk about them a lot with a mind numbingly boring voice. Scarlett tried to think about something to say to her agent to avoid talking to the boring director, but her mind had frozen.. Then we enjoy life. Some nights we go dancing. Other nights, we attend shows, or attend parties. But most nights, we go home and lie in bed, touching and holding each other when we are not making love.I have fell in love with her. My friends tell me that I have changed and that they like the change. They tell me that my woman has filled a gap in my life where I used to dedicate to work.My place was too small for the two of us. So I bought a new house and let her decorate it as she desired. The. How can you..." I was sofilled with rage I couldn't form a coherent sentence."Easy, Steve, you're scaring Kelly," Andre said as he walked over towhere Kelly was sitting and put a hand on her shoulder.I went through the roof."Get your fucking hands off of her, Andre!" I snarled through grittedteeth as I crossed the room and grabbed his wrist forcefully away fromher.He twisted easily out of my wrist-lock and tried to grab at my legs,but I threw my hips back to keep them out of reach.This time.