KILLIAN

"Congratulations Alex." I complimented my younger brother. His wife just birthed their third baby.

"Thank you, Kil. It's a boy," he didn't sound like he was happy about it. "Gia is elated, of course, but still wants her girl. So, there's still room for baby number four. Hopefully it's going to be a girl. Can't wait to have my wife all to myself," I heard him sigh. "I've faced serious cock blocking since the past three years... Damn! Did I just call my kids cock blockers? God forgive me. It's just that I've missed fucking my wife properly, without sneaking around."

"Sorry, man. What you chose." Well, that sounded scary as fuck.

I have never been a fan of being married or having kids. I viewed staying with one woman forever as pure torture. Just wondering why men in such relationships don't get bored. One pussy till death - Hell! Doesn't make any sense.

I can't even date a woman past five months. Four months was my limit.

"Are you still in Spain?"

"Nope, currently in Ireland, Galway currently. I'm going to be here for four months."

While in Spain, I bought two buildings, one in Galway and another in Dublin, as an extension of my jewelry brand. K and Co has branches in all parts of North and South America. I'm kicking up with Europe at the moment, my home country being the first.

I grew up in Dublin with my parents and two siblings, a brother and a sister.

"Ohh, you're close to home, with Andrea?"

"Not with Andrea. Our relationship was only for two months."

Andrea was just like the others. Loved my money, good in bed, crying and professing their fake, undying love for me on the last day of the relationship. The only difference Andrea had was her Spanish accent and blonde hair, unlike my usual red heads.

"And here I was, thinking you have finally given your heart to a woman."

"That would never happen, Alex. Gotta find a new pum-pum to fuck during my stay here." I was thinking of doing two months with two different people, but decided against it days later. It would ruin things for me. Chances of them knowing my real identity would be very easy.

"You're really hell bent on this thing. Your fourteenth?"

Alex was the only one who knew about my style of relationships. My mom and sister believe I'm single. As for my dad, he thinks I'm sleeping around.

"Fifteenth," I corrected.

"Killian, you're almost forty..."

"Shut up, bro. My thirty fifth birthday was two weeks ago. Don't sound like mom, please. You should know me by now."

"Tell me why I'm having a feeling you will fall in love with this one."

"Lol, your usual feelings," I chuckled. "You said this when I was with my eighth companion, now, I'm about getting the fifteenth one. When I come to Dublin, I'll get you enough glucose for your strength to give you enough strength till I get to number fifty."

"This'd be your last." He said firmly.

"Goodbye Alex. Go to your wife. She needs you." I stopped the call before he could respond.

I glanced briefly at my wall clock. It was six pm.

'Still got an hour.' I thought.

I was going to the club by seven. I have to find number fifteen tonight.

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I was currently at the nightclub, at the VIP section to be precise, my eyes wandering over, hunting for my next number.

It's been two weeks since my dick got wet. Last time I paid for a whore, I couldn't get past the blowjob and I felt disgusted. That was when I kicked off with my short term relationships, coupled with the fact I had a reproductive health issue.

The women I was seeing in the club were not meeting to my standards at all. I have tasted redheads, different shades actually, blonds, three to be exact. My last number was a blond.

This time I was going for something new, something distinct. My number fifteen should have a dark shade of brown hair. Heard brunettes have a strong seductive force and they're quite intoxicating in bed. I could not wait to find the perfect one.

Close to thirty minutes and I was getting a bit disappointed.

'Extra ten minutes and no show for me, then I'm out of here.' I thought. Would check back tomorrow or continue my search tonight in a different club.

I checked notifications on my phone for a while, then looked up again. That moment, the door of the club opened and a woman stepped in, a brunette that has caught my eye this night.

Damn! A dick twitcher!

She was beautiful, really beautiful. The perfect dark shade of brown hair. She was on a strapless mini dress, black and shimmery. I could see her arms and thighs from where I sat. I loved her height, her body shape, her face.

I was so engrossed in this lady that I had no idea when the waitress returned with my order.

"Sir." I got a tap from her.

"Yes?"

"Your glasses of Mojito are here."

"Ohh, thanks." I had already forgotten.

"Do you need any other thing?

"Uhmmm, no... Wait." I put my hand into my pocket to get out some cash, then I turned to the table where the stunning lady had sat. She was joined by a woman and two men. They were having a conversation, seemed like they were friends.

I did not care if any of the dudes were her boyfriend, my mind was made up already.

"Do you see that table at the extreme, close to the window?" I said in a low tone.

"Two women and two men."

"Exactly, is the brunette a regular?"

She shook her head. "Never seen her here before."

"What about..." I put some cash on the table. "The others."

"Yes, I know the two guys, Sean and Blake. They frequently come here every week."

I motioned her to take the notes, then put my hand back for another set. "Can you get more info on them, most especially the brunette. I want to know how long she's going to stay."

"No issues." The waitress giggled quietly, picking up the new notes I placed on the table.

In less than five minutes, my intel came back.

"Her name is Evelyn."

A calm name. I thought.

"She's Sean's sister's friend. They are only staying in Galway for four months."

Perfect!

"Alright, are the dudes college students?" They looked like one.

"Yes, masters degree students at ATU, textile and fashion design."

"Thank you." I passed her the last notes of appreciation.

"I appreciate, Sir. You just made my night."

It just occurred to me that I got an invite to attend a fashion event at ATU this weekend. The dudes would certainly be there, with the girls obviously.

What a nice coincidence.

I had already made arrangements for my someone to go on my behalf. Guess, I'll have to attend discreetly.

I noticed that most people had left their table for the dance floor, including my new companion.

"Killian, this is your cue to have a clearer look at your number fifteen." I said myself, taking the last gulp of my mojito as I stood up from my seat.

I made my way to the dance floor, then I saw her. She was giggling and dancing with her bestfriend. Few more steps and I was behind her.

"Hey." I said, my voice raised. The music in the club was rather too loud.

"Uhmmm, hello." She spun around.

What accent was that? Sounds like American, not too sure.

Her eyes were green, reminded me of my emerald gemstones. Her lips were a bit full, the right size for a clean blow job. A small nose tip. Nice cheekbones. I'm a goner.

You made the right choice, Killian.

"Care to dance?" I pushed my arm forward, opening my right palm.

EVELYN

Sean's eyes were on me from the moment we left his apartment till we got to the club. I wouldn't say particularly that I was nervous but it made me feel a lil bit uncomfortable.

I mean it's been so long as he had almost rightly said, nine years to be exact. He should have moved on for real.

"Has Sean ever had a girlfriend?" I could not stop myself from asking Ava when Sean and Blake went to the bar to get us drinks.

"Yeah, dated three times but with none currently."

I heaved a sigh. "Ohh, that's fair. Thought he has been single since...you know, highschool and stuff." He had asked me to be his girlfriend three weeks before prom. I accepted, no doubt, but broke things off after prom night. I had felt that was the best thing to do instead of leading him on.

"Men that think with their dicks," Ava scoffed . "Probably tired of jerking off and decided to get himself some pussy. I don't want to weird you out but they all did look like you."

"I'm damn sure weirded out," I only do hope it hasn't turned to obsession. "Does he know that Rafe and I ended things?"

"No, he doesn't. But he's aware of your engagement to Rafe," she took hold of my hands, "I'm sorry I brought you to his house first. My aunt would be back by next two weeks so we can move to her place soon."

"It's fine, Ava. Guess I have to find myself a job as soon as possible." And a fake engagement ring too to keep Sean away.

Sean and Blake returned with our drinks.

"This is for you, Ava." Blake passed her a glass of margarita.

"And, here, Eve. I know you hate alcohol." Sean said with a smile as he dropped a glass of fruit punch in front of me.

"You're so wrong." I laughed nervously. He was right though but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"Since when?" He raised one of his eyebrows.

I grabbed his mug and took a full gulp of the beer inside. I forced a smile on my face even though my inside cheeks were slapping really hard. "Here, see, all good."

"I'm in shock." Sean stood, giving me a close look, his arms folded.

"I'm not the same highschool Evelyn."

'Hold it in, Eve.' I said to myself. My stomach was moving funny like I was about throwing up.

"Stop with the boring talk, guys. Let's go to the dance floor." Ava said, taking my hand first. "You can join us later." She said to her brother and her fuck buddy.

"Ava, slow down. You're going to make me vomit." I held her hand tightly as she rushed to the dance floor.

"What was that for?"

"It's..."

"Hey!" Someone said from behind, close to me actually.

I turned and was stunned to see a Chiseled Perfection in Suit. Yes, he deserved the initial capitals.

His eyes on me did something to my insides, something slippery, something wet.

Christ! I thought Rafe was the only one who had such power on me. I've never felt so wrong.

Nah, it should be the alcohol. It has to.

I was shocked when he asked for a dance. Why will a man carved in marble want to even speak to me, not to talk of dancing with me.

I wasn't that pretty, come on.

I could tell his accent was English from the few words he said to me.

'Evelyn, stop keeping the handsome man waiting, take his hand already.'

The moment I placed my hand in his...

"It's time to go." Sean said, coming out of nowhere.

What a bummer! I thought.

"Now? We haven't started dancing." Ava countered.

"Blake and I have got an assignment to submit in the next one hour. We have to leave right now."

"All of a sudden?" That question came from Ava.

"I'm sorry. I'm...g...going...home." Shit! I have never stuttered this bad in my life. This was embarrassing.

"It's fine. It was nice meeting you." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze before taking his leave.

My goodness. What a breath of fresh cologne. He smelled expensive. He smelled wealth.

I didn't notice the scowl on Sean's face till I looked at him. He was staring so hard at the back of the beautiful stranger I was supposed to dance with.

"What the fuck are you looking at? You spoiled our fun, now you're looking lost. Tsk," Ava hissed. "Next time, Eve, we would be coming alone."

"It's okay, Ava. I'm feeling tired anyways. We have enough time to party later."

During our ride home, Ava tapped me on my knee.

"That man is so hot, like damn!"

"Who?" I obviously knew who she was talking about.

"The one who asked you for a dance..."

"Ohh, I've totally forgotten about him." Filthy liar. I haven't recovered from his eyes, his scent, his touch.

"That fast?"

"Yeah, can't even remember his face. He's a stranger..."

"A serial killer or stalker, maybe." Sean chipped in making Blake laugh.

"Oh please, Sean. It's diabolical to compare that man to Killer Clown, Jeffrey Dahmer and their likes.

"I've said my own, Ava. You both have to be careful around here especially towards male strangers. Morever, didn't you say earlier today that Eve isn't single?"

"And so? That doesn't stop her from exploring more options."

One thing about Ava and Sean was that they love to argue. And I wasn't in the mood to stop any of them.

I dug my fingers into my purse. Thank goodness I was with my air pods. I clicked on one random song, then plugged in my air pods.

Why the hell does this song relate so much to my current situation? I briefly glanced dat my phone screen - Prisoner by Miley Cyrus featuring Dua Lipa.

'Prisoner, Prisoner

Locked up, can't get you off my mind, of my mind

Lord knows I tried a million times, million times, oh woah

Why can't you, why can't you just let me go?'

I hummed the song quietly till we got home. What an epic way to end my first night in Ireland.

EVELYN

The next three days and I still can't get my mind off the handsome man I met at the club.

"Ugh!" I sighed as I rubbed my face with my palms. No, this is... My thoughts were cut short when Ava started hitting me with a pillow.

"Get your ass off, sleepyhead. It's almost five."

"I'm awake, Ava," I shielded my face with my arms. "Did you say five? Wasn't it twelve noon just five minutes ago? Time went up so fast." I sat up quickly.

"Yes, Eve. What do you expect? Perks of being jobless," Ava snorted, making me roll my eyes. "Anyways, we're going to a fashion event at ATU. It starts by six. We can be present by seven or eight, we don't have to be early."

"What's ATU?" I asked, stretching my body. My eyes went to the wall clock for a moment.

Five O Five. Damn! That was a long ass afternoon nap. I have to take my job hunt seriously once this weekend is over.

"I don't know the full meaning, but Blake and Sean are doing their masters there. Probably some university, when we get there, we will find out."

In an hour plus, we were done dressing up. I was on a long flower dress with thigh high slit while Ava wore body con mini dress with cut-outs on her belly sides.

"It seems like we would be one of the early attendees."

"Who said so? I haven't even started my makeup yet."

"Ava." I groaned sitting back on the bed.

"Yes baby. Sit tight. I've got to look hot."

We finally got to... Atlantic Technological University. I found out the full meaning at the entrance.

"Ohh, heyyy guys." Ava greeted the minute we got to Sean and Blake's table.

"I was thinking you both won't be coming again." Sean said, looking at me first. He stood up and drew out a chair for me. Blake doing the same for Ava.

"Why? Has the event ended?"

"Yeah, almost. One last runway show and it's over."

I shot Ava a withering look. "All thanks to your sister."

"Sorry baby. At least we made to the last show." Ava mumbled, smiling at me weirdly.

"But, there's an after-party." Blake chipped in as he filled out glasses with wine.

"Yippee!" Ava jammed her hands together.

The models who walked on the runway all wore beautiful pieces. I could not stop myself from taking pictures of the spectacular ones.

Yeah, hopefully when the money starts coming in the future, I would be able to get them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have come to the end of today's fashion event. We appreciate all the sponsors, the students and every single one of you for making tonight a huge success. However, it's not fully over yet, the after party just started." The moderator's voice boomed.

The ballroom was filled with cheers. Ava, Blake and a few others made it to the dance floor as soon as the music came up.

"Evelyn, let's join them." Sean brought his hand forward, opening his palm.

It wouldn't hurt to dance with him. I thought as I took his hand with a smile on my face.

"You look stunning, as always, Eve." Sean said when we began moving on the dance floor. His hands on my waist, my hands on his shoulders.

"Thank you."

"Sorry to ask, I don't mean to pry though. I know you're engaged but I happen not to see any ring on your finger."

Fuck! Why did I forget to put on my fake ring?

"Uhmmm..." I was about saying that I left it back home at Toronto even though it sounded stupid, when a man walked up to us.

"Sean, sorry to interrupt."

"James, is there a problem?" Sean paused with our dance, his hands still circled arms my waist.

"Professor Corden wants to see you."

Sean's hands came off my waist. "Did something happen?"

"Yeah, somehow. We couldn't find your designs. I think she wants to show them to one of tonight's sponsors. I heard her saying yours was one of the best."

"Woah," Sean's almost scared look turned into a mixture of astonishment and excitement. "That's... I'm coming right away," he turned to me. "I'll be right back, Eve."

"Sure, I'd be waiting. Congratulations." I squeezed his hands gently.

"Thank you." He walked away with James, who I suppose should be his course mate.

"Pheww." I breathed a sigh of relief. That was so close. I was happy for Sean. This would be a huge milestone for him if the said sponsor gives him a job.

But I was more happier now 'cause I don't get to answer his last question. I pray he gets so overly excited that he doesn't remember to ask that when he returns.

A man's voice said from behind me. "So, we meet again."

I spun around, looking up at the person speaking and...

It was the Greek god from the club. Whoops! Why are my palms getting sweaty? Evelyn , calm the fuck down. Can't you be composed for once?

He was dressed in another suit, this time dark blue. I was able to see him more clearly than we first met. He was tall, his hair was short, dark and curly. His eyes, so blue I could drown in them. His nose, pointed. His tiny lips pleading to be kissed thoroughly. Infact his face was carved out of stone. If his looked this perfect I wonder how other parts would be.

I could literally swear that only seeing him made my inside tingle, my panties wet.

Wait, does he know I'd be here? I sobered up. What if he's a stalker as Sean said the other time.

I brushed off the thought immediately. I wasn't even all that for a man like him to monitor my movements.

Maybe he was a student...or perhaps even a sponsor. He sure does looked like the latter.

"Hey... Hello." I finally said when I found my voice back.

"Do you mind?" He asked for a dance.

"No...no, not at all. I remember I owe you one." I wasted no time in taking his hand.

When his hands came around my waist, I felt so giggily. I hoped he didn't notice that.

"Who's the designer behind what you're wearing?" He took a full glance at my gown.

"My dress?" I wanted to laugh. Designer? For a dress my mom bought from a local store.

"Yes."

"Ohh," I laughed nervously. "I have no idea. It belonged to my mom."

"And you're a fashion student?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"I'm not. I was invited by my best friend's brother who happens to be one."

"Alright, that's fair," He spun me around, my back behind him. His breath on my neck made me shut my eyes for a few seconds.

What was this man doing to me? I feel so glued, so willing. I didn't want this dance to end anytime soon.

When I opened them, it was Ava's wide eyes that I met. I smiled at her before he made me face him again. "So I guess, you won't be staying here for long then"

"Not really unless you think four months is a short period."

"Your accent, American?"

"Nope, Canadian, from Toronto."

"That's nice to know. We..." His sentence was cut short when his phone beeped. "I'm sorry. That was my alarm," he said bringing out his phone and turning the sound off. "I have to be somewhere in the next few minutes."

"No issues."

"I can compensate with a dinner tomorrow night. What do you say?"

"Yeah, sure." No woman in her right senses could possibly tell this man no. There was something about his voice that made me want to do anything he wants. I was just answering his questions as he asked.

"Ahh, good. Put your address and phone number here." He said giving me his phone.

I frantically typed in 132 Wisconsin Estate. Thank goodness I took note of it this evening before coming here. I also typed my phone number, the two of them in case one didn't go through.

Yes, I was that needy, that desperate.

Then I handed him his phone back.

"Jesse, my driver would pick you up by seven." He said walking away.

I just remembered I didn't even ask him any questions, not even his name. It was now that he wasn't close to me that I got a hold of myself. "Wait, I didn't get your name."

"Ian. My name is Ian."

I couldn't even process the swirl of emotions I was feeling at the moment when Ava put her arm around my shoulder.

"It's the man from the club?"

"Yes, Ava." I put my hand on my beating chest.

"Damn! The club lights didn't do justice to his appearance."

"He asked me out to dinner. It's tomorrow though."

"You said yes, right?"

"I... I did."

"Yayyy! My best friend's got a new dick!" Ava cheered, hugging me tightly. "I have enough time to prep you up to be fucked!" She added, grinning wickedly.