FOLLOW ME DOWN / FELICITY.

[jacob aiden monroe]

the ship was moving slowly through the pristine waters, jacob stood on the crowded deck leaning over the railing watching the waves crashing against the side of the ship. his hair was a mess, dark brown and all over the place. the wind wasn't helping keep his look smooth and clean. he wore a tight fit suit, that clung to his gorgeous sculpted body well. he looked gorgeous and sleek and the millionaire he was. very few people had the ability to stay away from him on that particular night. with the way the art show was going, people weren't really paying attention to the ugly pieces that adorned the wall of the ship, instead and of course they're eyes were glued to this attractive male who was obviously well out of any of their leagues. rich and famous were just a few words to describe him. and there was nothing more needed to be said about him either, he was well aware of who he was and what he was worth.

a few glances were thrown his way from people on the ship who he really didn't care to think about. they were in no way shape or form his equals. no one was, and that's just the way things were. he glanced down at the drink he held in his hand, filled to the brim with ice and scotch. a small smirk spread over his lips as he turned his back to the view and leaned back against the railing watching the people around him. cameras flashed, people laughed and talked and gazed at the different paintings that were in his eyes, worthless and ugly. nothing like a good van gogh hanging on the walls of the louvre, these modern tacky pieces were simple and boring. oh yes, jacob was an art fan and that was one of the reasons he was here on this particular cruise ship at the moment. but something blonde and sexy caught his eye just near the bar, and his icy blue gaze swept over her lean figure quickly.

running the tip of his tongue over his lips he watched her with ease and relaxed against the railing, contemplating his first move. of course women rarely turned him down and she was obviously no exception to this matter. setting his glass down on the tray of a passing waiter he pushed through the crowd and headed towards the bar, winking at a few women who stood gushing about him near a splattered canvas. the smirk never once left his lips as he walked through the crowd, cameras seemed to flash a little more as they noticed the a-list movie star. he held his head high, confidence written all over him.

i dont suppose.. he began in his irish drawl, his eyes moving over her as he lounged against the bar watching her every move, his icy blue eyes meeting hers you've got a number i can have his eyebrow arched and his lips curved up in a charming smile. looking away for a moment he called over the bartender with a wave of his hand and ordered the two of them a drink. jacob, jacob monroe he said, casually stretching his hand out towards hers. he took it lightly and brought it to his lips, brushing them against her knuckles. pleasure to meet you, miss..?

[FELICITY MARILYN BLITHE]

(BABY IS A TRAGIC DISASTER )

Felicity sat down in the small room that she had to call her bedroom, looking at the mirror she grabbed the one of her lip sticks, slowly moving it around her lips to make sure that she didn't slide off of arches. Art events, one of the most popular events for the wealthy people that have nothing else better to do but to laugh and makes jokes of the poor, or how many factories and mansion they own. It makes felicity sick, coming from a middle class family in France she could never immune herself into letting wealthy people do these things. Of course, Felicity didn't come to the art event just to slack off and have a wonderful evening; She couldn't do it even if she wanted to.

Felicity stood up from the small dressing table and backed away so she could take a good look at herself, a smirk crawled upon her face, letting out a small sigh of satisfactory. Glaring at her appearance, her phone vibrated. Disconnecting her contact with the mirror and herself. Opening her phone she saw a text message from a number that hasn't been added in her contacts. "remember what you came for" it said warning her to not forget that she didn't come to have a perfect time and get drunk with the rich people as if she was one of them. In france, Felicity wasn't the girl next door, she liked to set herself at a higher level of superior.

Instead of being the head cheerleader of a barbie cheer leading team, she pushed the limit and created her own double life with her step father, that no one knew about. And she loved to keep it just at that, no one knowing about her life and where she came from. Walking out of her room she walked to the art event, already hearing the band play its classical music. Walking up the stairs she saw all the rich people doing exactly what she pictured in her mind. She walked to the bar leaning back against the bar counter, planning her move in her head. Her eyes scanned through the clumped crowd looking for the perfect artwork that was in her fathers description.

While she was scanning she caught eyes with a boy, seeing that he already laid his eyes on her first she turned her attention elsewhere, she didn't want to catch any attention. i don't suppose.. the boy started off as she watched him make his move over here. She payed no attention to him. you've got a number i can have. She smirked, looking over at him "no, no i don't." she said responding back with her french accent slipping out slightly. Her eyes ran around his body, seeing how he was dress he must came from a family of luxury. Usually those types are the good boys, she takes advantage of them easily. He introduced himself, as she watched him bend down to kiss her hands then asking for her name. " Chavez, Francesca Chavez" she said not giving any clue that she was making up a name. She could never give her real name, it was unprofessional. "Surprising to see a man like yourself, at something like this.