#yzza

HUNTER

Mathieu never attended fashion shows and the after-parties, no matter how much his mother insisted. This was different. It was his friend Spring who’d asked him and Kisa to come to her event.

So here he was now, all neatly dressed up in a khaki Armani Collezioni suit, blue Isaia shirt and a Ralph Lauren tie. His two girl pals were off girly fashion matters while he excused himself as he returned for his third round in the desserts bar. That’s when he sees him. The man he’d been looking for.

Hunter found it odd when he took on the job. Locating Mr. Janus Forseth, the son of Senator Richard Forseth, was harder than he thought. Coming to this party now, he assumed his overeating of sweets was due to stress from weeks of working on the job. Just when he’d taken this teensy break, Janus comes into the picture. And he wasn’t alone.

From the looks of it though, the lady seemed disinterested in Janus, who kept exuding his charms on her. He didn’t realize his feet have led him forward; he must really not like the sight of men force-flirting with women. “Excuse me,” he said to the two, looking at the lady first then to the senator’s son. “You’re Janus Forseth, aren’t you? I’m Mathieu Donovan.” He stretched out his right hand.

The dickhead that Janus was decided to be an even greater dickhead. He waved a hand dismissively at Mathieu, grabbing the lady by the wrist and attempting to drag her with him.

YZZA

Yzza was one of the model her manager assigned to go for a charity event. She saw some familiar faces from the backstage, who she already worked with. At the end of the show, one of her pal from college approached her and introduced Janus to her. Janus was one of the bachelors in town and the son of a senator, which she doesn’t know.

“I’m sorry but I am not going anywhere. I need to go home early.” She declined and was about to leave the table where Janus and her were left by her pal.

“C'mon. Just a night. I’ll make you scream in bed.” He whispered in her ear when he was able to stop her from walking out. It automatically annoyed her. That was what she hated about people, stereotyping that all model were slut and easy-goer when it comes to man. She was about to complain when Janus didn’t hesitate to grabbed her wrist. Luckily, a man approached Janus and she grabbed his hand and looked at him, asking for help.

HUNTER

“Hey, you’re hurting her,” Mathieu spoke firmly after Janus. Janus stopped pulling the lady and turned to face Mathieu. The senator’s son had that smug look on his face. “Mind your own business, Pinocchio,” Janus spat at Mathieu before turning to Yzza, telling her. “Come on Yzza, let’s get out of this place before this weirdo ruins our party.”

Wow. Hunter’s eyes widened and blinked. “Mr. Forseth, that must be the most accurate thing you’ve said all night,” Mathieu said casually and put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Let me add another fact for ya,” he looked at Janus’ tight grip on the girl’s hand, “it’s never good to hurt a woman unless she gives you permission.” Hunter diverts his attention from the narcissist to the beautiful woman. “Miss,” he paused for effect, “-Yzza, was it?- Am I right that Mr. Forseth hasn’t been in the best of his manners this evening to you?” “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Janus let Yzza go and forcefully shoved Hunter, but Hunter had anticipated the push so he quickly regained his balance. The senator’s son stormed off and began looking for another woman to prey on.