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I watched as Ren is quickly engulfed by woman. He was smiling but I couldn't help feeling it was all strained just like at the salon. It's not the same as the one I know. This is a business smile I tell myself as I look at them. Though my chest still feels in knots I remind myself that he's a natural womanizer. Taking notes as Ren meets and greets many company business executives his expression hardened. I notice the one girl that called him, her name was Serena I believe, is still hanging on him. Watching them I feel My chest tighten more, maybe being in a setting I'm not use to is making me start to not feel well. I had thought that I'd be by his side all night but instead I am just watching. Feeling lonely I stroll out to the balcony after I think I have enough information. Why did I have to get dressed up if all I was going to do was stand on the side and take notes and pictures I can't help thinking to myself and that man was from the hotel that night. I glance at the photos; he really is a good womanizer isn't he, I sigh He was also at that hotel maybe he's the same as them he did make comment to being a high-priced gigolo. At my house, he said I was his toy forever unless he bored of me. What the hell, who does he think he is. I'm no one's doll that you toy with and then toss when bored with, not ever again. I sigh deeply. When he grabbed me at the salon, his gaze I felt like he was only looking at me. My heart was so excited I almost wished we weren't coming here till that spell was broken with the reminder of what he's really like. These feeling are all scrambled. What the hell's wrong with me hungering for him like he belongs to me. I remember Ren's words again he consumes my every thought "He dares touch you, you who belongs to me." I feel my heart race just thinking about it. Guess he really is a womanizer, even I can't stop thinking about him. Con man that's good with words, use to getting whatever he wants, but cold and cruel and quick to anger. This is Ren it seems in a nutshell. I scribble in my note book circling my description of him and close it.

The balcony door opens and closes, clicking noise is heard in the night air breaking my thoughts. Not needing to look I can tell, the smell of a freshly lit cigarette mixed with the subtle smell of vanilla, and a hint of good clean woods so refreshing and sweet I feel like drooling,

"If you're out here all those women are going to be disappointed." I try to force a smile as I turn to look up at Ren. He stands there smoking, his eyes on me.

"So, I don't want to leave you feeling depressed, I'd rather disappoint them." He shrugs his broad shoulders as if it doesn't concern him.

"Besides if I want them, all I have to do is call them, unlike a certain cat who is always acting like she's on a hot tin roof." He grants me a whisk of his smile. So, different from inside.

His footsteps echo on the cement balcony as he takes his place next to me leaning on the railing. Stars glittering bright in the night sky but no sign of the moon. Must be a black moon tonight. His amber eyes like a hungry lion stare deep into mine as we look at each other as if thinking the same. I want him to kiss me, I want to embrace him, I don't want to share this gaze. I gaze at his lips I notice them twitch up into a smirk as I stare, his eyes narrowing at me he bends down whispering in my ear.

"If you want me to do something just ask my angel. I will grant any wish you ask but you will have to beg for it?" My nose tickled by his scent I feel like I'm drunk off it, having him so close.

"Kiss me Ren, please Kiss me." I beg like a desperate child, but before I can finish I'm enveloped in his embrace his lips swallowing mine. I deepen the kiss for the first time wanting him to taste me wanting to taste him. However, that dream is short lived when a voice starts to call out for Ren. It was that woman Serena looking for him again.

"Damn it Serena! interfering again." I see his frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. I can't help giggling at this. He looks down at me in confusion to my laugh.

"Ren, who is Serena?" I ask becoming serious again. As if struck by lightning Ren looks like he can't believe I asked.

"Is this for the article?" His expression annoyed and stern as he asks.

"No! Sorry I was just curious, though I guess without asking she's one of the many you chose as a toy." I apologize quickly noticing I was wrong to simply ask, but then find my tongue slipping with that added remark, realizing after saying it I myself felt sad knowing my own insignificant. Dropping my head at my own stupidity.

"Like hell I'd choose her!" Caught off guard I look up at him, to his rough response.

"But it's more complicated and to tell you that would mean revealing everything. There's no turning back from that, no return once you know, I can't do that to you, so for now I implore you, Anna don't go digging to deep, you can still go back to a normal life as long as you don't know everything." I can see sadness in his eyes as he says this. I don't understand but it hurts him to explain, so I won't ask further after hearing his plea.

"I'm sorry," I mumble "Don't look so hurt please, if it's too much you don't have to say." His face relaxes as he looks down at me.

Music has started to play in the background. He suddenly holds out his hand to me dropping the cigarette and stepping on it as I take it. I am dragged back in to the gala hall and pulled out into the center of the dance floor. Ren was pushing me across the dance floor. I never really danced like this I try to keep up hoping that I don't step on his toes. He's holding me so close I can't even see his face. The room of woman stare glaringly at me. All these women want him, have probably had him many times. I feel so uncomfortable. Just as the song stops a figure steps out from the crowd that I recognize. Chloe approached us grabbing Ren's arm looking simply down right sexy. She smiles.

"Hello; Mr. Hashiro, I'm Chloe Sinclair a journalist from Glam and Fashion News Weekly I was supposed to be the original journalist to cover you. She holds his arm more tightly against her breasts suddenly leering at me by his side her eye watching his other arm wrap around my waist.

"Oh, and what can I do for you my beautiful Miss" His business smile back on as he addresses her.

"I just thought you'd like to know that this journalist is cunning, she uses underhanded method so that she could cover you, just to get close to you." She smiles sweetly as she speaks, a strong smell of perfume radiating off her. "Don't you think it be far better to let me cover you then this witch." Her voice low trying to sound sexual using her womanly god gifts to sway him. I got to admit she will stop at nothing it seems.

I look at him as I feel his hand tighten more on my hips. Still smiling as he speaks.

"I am sorry but I did promise Anna exclusive rights to write this article alone. Though if she's truly using underhanded methods I'd like to see the witch cast a spell on me." He says his business smile fading as he pokes fun at me his smirk becoming a mischievous grin as he leans over into a whisper. I see her body shudder, remembering that feeling all too well I watch him. Is he attracted to her too?

"Though miss if you like you can help me in a different matter, that is if you truly think you can do it better than this girl here." Chloe's eyes widen to his invitation nodding in agreement instantly. Letting go of me I see his eyes darken as she clings onto him.

"Anna wait here; I will be right back understood." I can hear an angered hiss in his command as if binding my body to do as he says. As he leaves me there, I'm filled with a sense of betrayal. That womanizer you're never touching me ever again you sick bastard, comparing us like this. I glare as his back fades into the crowd and out the gala hall.