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I hate you, I love you. [PrincessPaczki x Kosmik_Khaos]

Kosmik_Khaos

Kosmik_Khaos

God is empty, just like me.
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Jameson Lovey, son of the famous prosecution lawyer Eric Lovey mask. He hated being dragged out to these events by his father. This one was a masquerade ball that was being held by some ridiculously rich and powerful bastard that wanted nothing more than to peacock about flashing his wealth and influence to the other rich prats that ran the city from their bank accounts. Jameson stood at six two, wearing a purple and black tux that matched his mask. It was professionally tailored to fit his strong shoulders and broad chest.

Scanning the room for something interesting to occupy his time while the rich folk rubbed elbows and brown nosed he spotted a young woman across the room. A smile spread across his lips under the mask. Her mask distorted enough of her face for him to not recognize her, but there was something familiar about her. Plus the dress she wore, despite the bell of it being large, hugged her curves in a way that he liked very much. Unlike most of the women in the room who were rail thin with fake tits and plastic smiles she was a full figured beauty, something Jameson appreciated, after all, real women had curves.

Making his way across the room to the woman in the blue dress he gave her a slight bow of his head. "Good evening my lady." He said in his rich tenor voice. Offering her a hand palm up he cocked his head slightly to the side. "I was hoping that I could interest such a beautiful woman as yourself in a dance?" He asked smiling under his mask. Something about her tugged at his memory. Why did she look so familiar to him he wondered, but quickly dismissed the though. Who cared, as long as she decided to dance with him what did it matter, it wasn't like he would see her again after tonight anyways.
 
Amelie Marsterson was the only child of Nolan Marsterson, attorney at law, and one of Lovey's rivals. Marsterson, Noble, and Damon had just poached one of Lovey's biggest clientele, Jarvis Security. To say there was bad blood between the families would be a bit of an understatement.

Unlike most of the women her age, she was a bit more shapely, having filled out more than some of the other girls. Her mother had been on the plus size side also, and although it seemed to be looked down on in their social circles sometimes, Amelie didn't let it phase her. She was comfortable in her skin, knowing she was beautiful with her ivory skin, and deep cobalt eyes. The dress she chose for this event matched her eyes, a decision that was consciously made. Her auburn hair was pulled up, small Swarovski crystals adorning the plait in her hair.

As comfortable as she was in her own skin, she was honestly taken aback when a man, a bit older than her, approached her. Usually the men in their social class liked the thin, fake look. She smiled warmly at him as she took his hand. "Good evening, sir." she said, a melodic lilt to her voice. "A dance sounds lovely." she said, following him out onto the floor, arm wrapping around the back of his neck and hand resting on his upper back, waiting for him to lead as the orchestra started up a slow waltz. She wondered who this man was, and why his voice sounded so familiar.
 
Jameson's honey brown eyes all but shined from behind his mask when she accepted his offer. Taking her hand in his he lead her to the dance floor, an unseen smile on his lips as she wrapped her arm around him. Instead of using proper form he wrapped his arm around her lower back and rested his hand low on the small of her back gently pulling her closer to him, closing the customary distance that the dance provided the partners, but not quite pulling her against his body, despite wanting to.

Looking down at her into her cobalt eyes he lead her into the dance. "You have gorgeous eyes." He said as he found his rhythm with her and began to glide across the room. "It is so refreshing to see a real woman at one of these events, all the others in attendance are sticks that I feel like I could break if I even looked at them to hard." He joked. "So my beautiful lady, do you come to events such as this often?" He asked trying to make small talk with the woman in his arms. "I myself unfortunately get roped into these things more often that I would ever care to endure."
 
She blushed under her mask when his hand came to rest on the small of her back and he complimented her. "Thank you!" she said, smiling widely. She allowed him to pull her frame closer to him, moving in time with the music and him. Amelie giggled, despite herself, at his sticks comment. "Well, that's the price we pay for media portraying us rich women as plastic, barbie-like floozies." She glided with him, her heels clicking gently against the ballroom floor.

"I do come to these pretty often also. Part of the appeal of exorbitant wealth, in my opinion. I get custom made gowns, nearly monthly. What girl wouldn't want that?" she laughed. She was only half joking. Being an only child she had gotten used to being spoiled to an extent, however she didn't consider herself extremely materialistic. It was more so the experiences she got to have that meant more to her. She obviously wouldn't turn down gifts, or shows of wealth, but she didn't feel she needed them to be happy in relationships, or friendships. Her parents spoiled her enough to keep that part of her contented. "Why don't you enjoy them?" she asked, honestly curious. Most of the men she knew saw these as a hunting ground almost. Plenty of young, impressionable women, looking for someone rich, just like daddy.
 
Jameson found himself enjoying the way her rosy blush colored her cheeks, and the sound of her laughter was like tiny bells that sent a cool wave of excitement over his body. This girl had a quality about her that sparked an instant attraction to her. Not love at first sight, but a desire to know the beautiful stranger in his arms more intimately, and he would deny it, Jameson want onto the practice of self denial, he wanted to kiss the girl.

"Bah! Who wants to be with someone that you're going to have to put more of them in the recycling bin than the grave when the expire? I mean most of them have the bodies of a ten year old boy with the addition of fake tits. No thank you. I prefer my women with curves." With his final words Jamison pulled the girl girl against his body and looked down at her with smiling eyes. No sooner than did this the waltz ended and seamlessly moved into a slower more intimate song.

Releasing her hand he moved out unabashedly to hold her waist as he lead get gliding slowly over the floor. "I can see the appeal of them for you then gorgeous, as for why I don't like them. These people are just peacocking around flaunting their wealth to gain respect. Even their charitable deeds are done for self gain and boasting rights. A man should earn his respect from the size of his actions, not his bank accounts."
 
Amelie let out a soft chortle. "Well at least you'd be environmentally conscious with your dead wife's fake body parts." she teased. She was enthralled by this man, of whom she could barely see any of his face. His eyes were warm, and there was something about his voice that was quite soothing. She continued to dance with him, losing herself in the comfort of his touch.

"You do have a point. These events are quite an ostentatious way of showing off. However, you wouldn't have this lovely woman in your arms if it weren't for them." she teased. She nodded thoughtfully at his words. "What actions have earned your respect?" She asked, curiously. She looked up into his eyes, trying to show her words held no malicious intent. The young woman held close to him, her fingers idly brushing along the back of his neck as they moved in time together. She silently thanked the fact he chose a mask that covered his mouth, because she doubted she would have wanted to stop herself from kissing him.

"Are you attached to anyone?" she asked. It seemed strange to her this strong, handsome man was single. She hoped he was, but assumed he was just passing the time with her until the true object of his affections showed up.
 
Jameson smiled and nodded at her comment. "True enough, out of all of these useless events I finally found one that has a silver lining, and it has taken the form of a gorgeous woman, so I suppose I have to change my opinion of these things." He laughed, a rich deep sound that came easily from him. "Random acts of human kindness with no thoughts of reward or recognition in them. The homeless man that gives his last bit of food to a stray dog. The young man that helps his elderly neighbor carry in their groceries, things like that. The small things that most overlook. Those are the people that garnered my respect."

Jameson paused for a moment when she asked him if he was attached to anyone. His eyes flashed with a grin. "Currently I am attached to a beautiful stranger who I found in a stuffy party." He teased. "In all seriousness though, no, I am as single as they get." He said with a soft chuckle. "And you my beautiful stranger, are you attached to anyone?"



The song drew to a close and Jameson held her for a moment longer before reluctantly releasing her from his arms
 
"Well, I'm glad I could be the silver lining for you." she said. Amelie listened to his words and nodded. "I understand what you mean. But, the way I see it, even if it's for all the wrong reasons, if money is donated it still helps someone. It's not as meaningful as something selfless, but it still helps those less fortunate, right?" Maybe she was just naive. She pouted when the song ended and he let her go.

"No, I'm not seeing anyone. My ex and I broke up a few weeks ago. The chemistry just wasn't there." Amalie smiled. "Guess I got lucky, huh?" she joked. "Do you want to go outside?" she asked. "Maybe we can sit and get to know each other a little better?" She moved towards the edge of the ballroom floor with him. "We'd have a bit more quiet."
 
"Looking at the bottom line yes it helps, but the sentiment behind it holds just as much meaning as the money itself, the part that actually gets to the organization at least. It is more a act of publicity than charity at that point." Shrugging the thought away he had more important things to think about than the rich and greedy, like the beautiful girl in front of him pouting in such a sexy manor. Grinning at the news of her being single he nodded at her comment about the lack of chemistry.

"I am sorry to hear that beautiful, it is his lose completely." He said offering her his arm. "I would say that I am the lucky one tonight, and I would love to step outside with you. Though I have to say, it sounds like you are trying to ensnare me in your charms, first you find out I am single, then you have conveniently split with your boyfriend a week ago, no you are playing the part of the temptress leading her hapless victim outside to get to know him better." He said with a laugh as he walked with her out of the ballroom. "I have to agree with my own statement, I am the lucky one here." He joked with her as he opened a door that lead out into a terrace overlooking the expansive back yard of the house.

Moving to the stone bench he removed his tuxedo jacket and laid it across the seat of the bench for her to sit on so she wouldn't soil her dress before taking a seat beside her. "Now that you have me where I want to be, what would you like to talk about gorgeous?"
 
Amelie nodded. "I guess you're right. I never really thought about it that way." She took his hand and walked with him. "And that's my Siren song. Lure you to your ruin. But you'll enjoy every minute of it." she said, smiling warmly and laughing. "But, I'm so glad you find me charming. I guess my etiquette lessons paid off." she teased, rolling her eyes.

When they stepped outside she watched him put his tuxedo coat on the bench and smiled. "You didn't have to do that, I'm sure that was expensive!" she protested, not wanting to ruin something of his. Once he sat though, she sighed and shook her head sitting down beside him. "Well, I guess we can start with the basics. What's your name? How old are you, and what do you do for work." she asked. "I'm Amelie. I'm 18, and as of right now I live off mom and dad's money while I go to school." she said, laughing lightly, a sweet jovial sound.
 
"No I do not have to, I wanted to so I did. Don't worry about it. I didn't pay for it." He said simply, dismissing her worries of ruining the jacket. It was true, he didn't pay for it, his father did so it didn't matter to him all that much. "Amelie, that is a lovely name." He said genuinely enjoying the sound of it coming of his tongue. "So you are a student, what are you studying?" He asked his small smile growing into a full blown grin under the cover of his mask at her laughter. "You have such a sweet laugh. I could get used to hearing it on a daily basis."

Clearing his throat and swallowing the desire to say something else stupid he spoke again to answer her questions. "My name is Jameson, I am 28, and despite my Father's wishes to follow in his footsteps, I own several restaurants in the city and support myself, again despite my Father's wishes to rely on his vast accumulation of wealth. He doesn't think having a son that works in a kitchen and spends his free time with the less fortunate is a proper use of my skills." He said with a light laugh of his own. "So part of me does it for the love of the work, and the other to spite my control freak father."
 
Amelie blushed, her rosy cheeks a noticeable contrast to her pale skin. "Thank you." she said, a warm smile creeping over her face. "Hopefully you'll ask me out after this is all over and you can hear it more." Amelie had never been one to shy away from going after what she liked, and that included possible suitors. It intimidated some men, but if they actually got to know her they would realize she wasn't as domineering as she seemed. "I'm studying accounting." she said. "I have a dream of running my own CPA firm." she said. "Mom wants me to be a house wife, and as appealing as it sounds, part of me doesn't want to rely on someone else for the rest of my life. I want to work for at least a little bit."

"Jameson... what a strong name. And you own restaurants? That is so cool. Food is one of my weaknesses." she said giggling. "Some would say a little too much." she teased, poking fun at her larger than "ideal" frame. "But I never understood the act of ordering just a salad when you could enjoy a well cooked steak. I'm not going to deprive myself of something that tastes amazing so I can watch my "womanly figure". In fact, I'd argue I'm shaped much more womanly than some of these other girls." she remarked. She blushed again. "Sorry, I'm rambling a bit." she said laughing.
 
Jameson laughed at her forward comment. "A woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go for it. I like that." He said reaching out to her and taking her hand in his. "Why would I wait to ask you out after this is all over?" He questioned giving her hand a squeeze. "Will you let me take you out on a date Amelie, I would love to hear more of your laugh and see more of your smile?" He asked with a hidden smile. "Running your own CPA firm, an impressive goal. It would be a waste to keep a lady like yourself locked inside a house on a daily biases doing only housework. You should chase success and make yourself happy. There is nothing wrong with being a housewife mind you, but there is no point in limiting yourself either.

"Thank you, and yes I own my own restaurants, three of them currently." He pointedly looked over her body with an approving sound coming from behind the mask. "I'm guess the sticks are the ones that say that, though there is nothing wrong with a decent salad every so often, eating less than a rabbit every meal is just insulting to a cook like myself." He laughed again at her steak comment. "A woman after my own heart, a well cooked steak is a divine pleasure in life, I am glad you know how to enjoy yourself." Again his eyes roamed her body and under his mask he licked his lips. "You do certainly have a very fine figure indeed, in fact, if I told you that you had a amazing body, would you hold it against me?" He said with a chuckle a the cheesy pickup line. "You are fine Amelie, I would rather hear you ramble about real things than any of those people in there drone on about whatever it is that talk about. Most of the time I loose interest so fast all I hear is static."

Turning to look out over the gardens in the back yard he stood up with her hand still in his. "Would you care to take a walk with me?" He asked tilting his head towards the gardens.
 
Amelie chuckled and shrugged. "Well, I assumed you'd wait because we aren't finished spending time with each other now. But, yes Jameson, I'd love to go out with you." she smiled warmly and nodded. "See, I agree. I'd love to raise a family, eventually, but I've got plenty of time for that. I want to live my dreams first. Like you said, chase my own happiness. I may be a bit spoiled, but that doesn't mean I don't have the intelligence or drive to want more for myself."

Amelie bit her lip and blushed when he eyed her, liking hearing him compliment her shapely figure. She wasn't used to men of their social rank paying much mind to her, but she could honestly say she could get used to the attention she was receiving from him. "I may have to come visit one of your restaurants then. Get the VIP treatment." She joked, lightly squeezing his hand. She giggled at the cheesy line and flirtatiously rolled her eyes. "I don't see why not." she said simply. "Because your body's name must be Visa... cause it's everywhere I want to be." She laughed at her own corny line.

"I would love to take a walk with you Jameson." she said, standing up with him. She wondered what features laid hidden beneath his mask, and who exactly was the man behind the mask.
 
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