Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

The more his gaze lingered on her face, the more he noticed how pretty the girl was. His gaze noticed and ran down the length of her red silky hair. It seemed as if shed taken each strand of hair and nicely put into place to make a pony to give her the look she was donning, almost perfect. Noticing her forehead and her light and well-shaped eyebrows, followed by her pretty eyesit all went hand in hand, adding more to her beauty. He also noticed how she wasnt wearing a lot of make-up, not even an eyeshadow or eye liner perhaps, unless of course she did and he was blinded by her beauty to take note of such accessories. Whilst she was lost in her thoughts, he admired the rest of her face, tiny little nose and them pert lips which were lightly painted. When she wasnt looking, when no one was looking, he quickly gave her a once look over, noticing her swells which were tucked away in the cups of her bra probably and how the dress came to her mid thighs, displaying her slender legs. Speaking of which, he also noticed how short she was. He was 5ft 11 in and if he had to guess, shed be somewhere around 5ft 2inches or 3 top. Such a tiny little thing and if he hadnt noticed her that day, he sure as hell noticed her today, probably wont be able to forget her from this point onwards. His grip on her hand was natural, lingered a little more than usual before he released her small hand and picked up his drink, a fine glass fill with Southern Comfort which would feel smooth if youre used to drinking it. He tipped the glass to his lips and took a large gulp, letting it trickle down his throat as he looked at her curiously, taking notice of few drops of water that landed on her chest. His frame shifted towards her when he saw her cough after sipping her first sip from the glass of whiskey. He almost smirked softly as she turned away, trying to recompose herself, Too strong maybe? Mix it with some soda he said and almost turned towards the bartender who was also ready to offer another drink. He wondered what she was trying to prove. He did fish out a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her when he saw how she wiped the tears with the back of her hand. He almost wanted to move closer and rub her back, but, he didnt. Keeping safe distance was a safe play for now. Though it was tempting, he let her recover on her own. When she did, he almost stopped her when she put the glass back to her lips and sipped from it. He wondered if she was trying to prove her point that she was a strong girl. Feisty little one he called out to her, watching her in admiration as she did keep the liquor down well this time around. Stubborn, are you now? he thought in the back of her head as he couldnt help but be amused by her behavior. All this while, he had grown curious and wanting to learn where theyd met before. He was pretty sure now that if he had, he wouldnt have forgotten a pretty face and a strong personality of hers. He stood patiently but he knew he was growing curious as he fished out a folded paper from her purse. Without a delay, he grabbed the paper and unfolded it, finding a picture of him leaving with his phone in his hand while she was entering the event that seemed to have taken place not long ago. It wasnt the event, the circumstances but it was the way he was noticing her buttocks that her tight dress displayed. It was then, he remembered catching a side view of her face but not enough to plant a memory in his head. He stared at the picture while she continued to speak, telling him about the reports shed done on him, hissing venomous words as to how she didnt have to ask her father about Francis. Zoe Barnes, the reports, Herald! It all made sense. Doug had brought her name and reports up once, paying no mind as he thought it was one of many reporters trying to make a name for themselves and considering there will always be haters, he was least worried. He couldnt help but feel mixture of feelings inside him. If it was any other person, a male reporter perhaps, he would have simply downed his drink and walk away without commenting. He would cut the matter at its root, give the person no reason to quote anything hed say about the picture. One thing for sure, the girl was playing with fire and thats when he passed of an amusing chuckle, Tell me something Ms. Barnes, do you like playing with fire? he asked her in his sweetest tone but a smart person would easily pick it up as a threat. He folded the picture and put it in his pocket after showing her again. His gaze lowered to her thighs, her ass and back up to her face, Its almost as if you enjoy the attention from men like me. He tilted his head forward to notice her from the front, Or why would you wear the same dress again? He said as he prepared himself to leave from the bar. The conversation was over, for him. Unless she manages to keep his attention, give him reason to stay back, Refill please, he said and downed his drink before sliding it down the counter where the bartender was standing, without taking his eyes off of her. As soon as the refill would arrive, he would leave