Candice And The Cocky King

21 Wolven Street,

4th Avenue, Nashville Tennessee, USA.

She hurried along the alleyway, her heart beating in her chest as she walked along this lonely dark street.

Her eyes darted around, and she looked behind her for the hundredth time.

No one was in sight, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed.

The hair stood on her neck, goosebumps covering her body and crawling up her skin.

She turned into the major street, and finally she saw the neon signboard of the bar.

She let out a breath of relief.

She was finally here.

She hurried up the few meters to the entrance and stopped.

Taking a deep breath, She pulled her hair to the side and adjusted the helm of her short skirt, smoothing away any wrinkles.

Popping a mint-flavored gum into her mouth, She opened the bar door and walked in.

A hefty cloud of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, rushing into her nostrils. She barely kept herself from sneezing. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she scanned the dark room.

She scanned the place looking for….

“Trust me, Candice, when you see him, you will know. He always stands out in a crowd,” Bernice had said.

Shrugging away her thoughts, She squinted through all the smoke, peering at the tables, looking for anyone who might stand out….

There!!!

At the far end of the wall, there was a huge man, immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that looked to be customized, and perfectly fitted to his body.

His looks screamed wealth, taste and class.

His face was a sculptor’s dream. Broad chin with high cheekbones, a flawless straight nose, full lips, and eyes the color of gold coins. A very gorgeous appearance. What was even more distinct was the long mane of black locks that fanned down his shoulders.

He was clean-shaven, neatly composed with an aura of confidence, unlike the hollow-eyed, haggard-looking men littered around this bar.

While most of them looked average, he looked like he owned the damn place.

He was sitting alone with a tall glass of untouched beer in front of him.

Taking a wild guess, she walked straight to him.

She took the opposite seat in front of him and held out her hand, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had some delay.”

He didn’t take the handshake, he just stared at her.

She withdrew her hand feeling awkward. “You are Mr. Wayne Wyatt? Correct?” she inquired, trying to be certain.

An emotionless face stared back at her. “Yes, who’s asking?”

“Nice to meet you. Have you been waiting long?” She asked, unsure of his cold reception towards her.

He looked away from her, ignoring her presence completely.

She felt taken aback. “It’s me Candice, your date for tonight.”

His head snapped back to her and a flash of surprise crossed his face as he gave her an ounce-over look, then slowly asked, “You are Candice?”

His eyes traveled the length of her body, from the