Are your pockets deep enough?
Every eye in the room was trained on me, sparkling like the diamonds I often wore. I adored it—the thrill of being admired, of having my presence felt. My curves turned heads; my laughter rang like music. It was intoxicating, this power I wielded. They whispered my name with excitement, tracing their fingers over the glasses of imported champagne, all hoping they’d be the one I noticed.
But attention, like everything else, had its price. I’m not a woman who just basks in admiration. Oh no, I’m the center of it all, and I’ve learned that what keeps the spotlight on me is not just my beauty but the right company. The biggest pocket wins the sale.
Scanning the room, my gaze landed on him—Ryan. He had that charming smile, the effortless grace of someone used to getting his way. But beneath the handsome exterior, I sensed weakness. He smiled at me, and I fluttered my eyelashes, leaning forward just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my carefully tailored top. The way his attention faltered told me everything.
“Angelica,” he said, his voice barely above the music. “You’re looking especially radiant tonight.”
I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, pretending to consider his words. “Thank you, darling. It must be the company,” I replied coyly, glancing around the room. “Do you think so?”
Before either of us could dive deeper into a meaningless flirtation, I spotted someone else across the room. Lucas, decked out in a designer suit that could only be described as effortlessly expensive, stood near the bar. I felt a magnetic pull towards him, and the thought of exploring that allure sent excitement rushing through my veins.
“Oh, Ryan,” I said, feigning a touch of regret in my tone, “I just see someone… well, let’s just say he’s caught my eye. I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t bother to wait for a response. I turned on my heel and strutted towards Lucas, the click of my heels echoing against the wooden floor. He looked up as I approached, his gaze assessing every inch of me.
“Angelica,” he greeted smoothly, his lips curving into a smile that widened at my presence. “I was hoping you’d come over.”
I leaned against the bar, letting the light catch the glimmer of my earrings. “Well, darling, here I am. What are we celebrating tonight?”
He straightened up, the confidence radiating from him palpable. “Just closed a major deal,” he said, shrugging as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “Thought I’d treat myself to a night out, and, of course, the company here is already elevated with you and your stunning presence.”
Flattery dripped from his words, and I basked in it. “So generous of you,” I replied, my voice playful. “You should let me buy you a drink. After all, I do have appetites to satisfy.”
A passionate banter ensued, and I allowed myself to be swept into his charm, fully aware of his wealth glinting off his wristwatch. The more I laughed, the more he leaned in, his intrigue growing with each shared glance. The way he spoke made me feel alive, like a treasured possession he just acquired.
But the moment I heard a ruckus on the side, I turned and saw Ryan approaching, his expression shifting from charm to irritation as he caught a glimpse of us.
“Angelica,” Ryan said, attempting to reclaim attention, “you were having a moment—”
I cut him off, raising my glass. “Ryan, darling! The night can be long, and there’s no reason we can’t share it.”
The tension simmered, electric, and I felt that familiar thrill of having choices. Between the two of them, I could feel the pull and sway, the intoxicating dance of charm and money, where I was the prize they hoped to win.
“Why choose just one when you can have both?” I teased, a mischievous smile on my lips as I savored the moment.
It was then I realized that my true thrill wasn’t just in the attention, but in the power of deciding who would reign supreme in my world. With every flirtation, every moment I commanded, I became the queen of my own little universe. The room spun with possibilities, and as long as I had the attention, I was unwilling to settle for anything less than the largest pocket in the room.