Claire's POV

There I sat in anticipation, my thoughts clouded by worries about what kind of games my friends were playing.

"You look so beautiful in this blindfold," a man's voice said to me.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously.

But I didn't get any response so I asked again.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Alias Dave Don Carlos, son of Marcel Huston Carlos," he said.

The names I just heard were so intriguing. There was something unique about them that caught my attention.

"Wow, that's a lot of names!" I said.

"Yes Dave is a short form for David meaning dearly beloved while Alias means lion. Don means Boss while Carlos means Strong. Together they mean 'The beloved Lion, and powerful Boss.'"

"Wow, that explains the strong voice you have," I said.

"You can say that again," he said as he gently unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

I was only able to recognize the surname Carlos because I heard it from one of my friends during one of our gossip sessions.

"Wait, are you the son of Carlos Pharmaceuticals?" I asked him curiously as my eyes moved behind the blindfold.

"Yes I'm his only son and his only male child but I have a younger sister," he said.

I was so thrilled when I heard this because I remembered seeing him and his father on live advertisement channels when I was seventeen. I've been crushing on him since then.

One of my wishes is to meet him in person. Could this be a dream come true? I thought to myself.

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking," he said.

I hesitated, still lost in thoughts, then I replied.

"My name is Claire Smith!"

"Wow really! There is only one Smith family. They are the most recognized family in Las Vegas. Wait a minute! Are you the daughter of Edmund Smith, one of the richest scientists in Las Vegas? He's also the owner of one of the first labs in Las Vegas.

His achievements have been in the records in the Vegas spotlight for a long time.

If he's your dad that means you're the daughter of Felicia Smith owner of Felicia Fragrance and Co.

She's my role model because I love creating perfumes even though I am still a beginner.

Are you one of them?" He asked curiously.

"Yes I am a Smith! The first daughter of Mr and Mrs Smith. I have two sisters. Sadly I have no brothers," I replied in a sad tone.

"Wow It's a pleasure to meet you! I know you have wishes and one of them would be having a brother," he said.

The sound of his voice made my body long for him. Though I couldn't see his face clearly I was already lost in imagination.

"You're right! I have a lot of wishes! But the one that ranks higher is the wish of having a brother!" I said.

"Your name precedes your beauty though I can't see your face clearly! I'm charmed by the little I've seen," he said as he gently pulled and removed his blindfold.

I was hypnotized by his words and gently removed my blindfold.

The moment I saw his face, it was more handsome than I expected.

There was something about his brown eyes, pointed nose and build.

I could see half of his chest. His shirt was tight. This made me very horny.

The way his lips moved after he pulled off the blindfold and the way his tongue touched his lips caught me off guard.

"Are you ok Claire?" He asked, still licking his lips as he stared at me.

I sat there still lost in his gaze. His smile was short but seductive.

"Are you ok Claire?" He asked again, this time his voice was louder.

It brought me back from my imagination to reality.

"I'm ok I'm just..." I stammered.

"You're nervous I guess. I understand. It's alright. Please can you tell me more about yourself?" He asked me while still staring into my eyes.

I hesitated for a few minutes then replied.

"You already know my name. I'm a writer. I have written more than a hundred books but I currently have a romance work which I will be launching soon.

I also love reading books! I'm also an aspiring fashion designer. I design unisex clothes.

I have wishes in my list. I want to be free from my parents' control. They control everything in my life. I want to get a masters in fashion designing. I want to own a fashion brand and I want to be a known writer. In the future I want to own a library filled with my own books," I said, staring at him waiting for his reply.

"Wow, you're a writer, that's amazing! A hundred books is not just an achievement, it's a milestone! You must be passionate! Congratulations! Keep it up Claire!" he said.

His words encouraged me and gave me determination that I thought I had lost.

So I said.

"Thanks for the encouragement I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, but that's a lot of wishes. It's not just a box of wishes, it's a list! Because you said you had two wishes but you ended up mentioning more than two.

I totally understand. Every human being on earth has a lot of wishes but sadly not all these wishes get granted. I'm not saying you should give up hope but you might be lucky," he replied.

His words were heavy because I knew very well that my wishes sounded impossible but that wouldn't make me give up hope.

As we stared into each other's eyes I saw the eagerness in his eyes to know more about me but I had to turn the conversation over to him so I said.

"Tell me about yourself, your dreams and wishes?"

"Ok Claire! The obstacles that are fighting against my dreams and wishes are similar to yours," he said, raising his eyebrows, leaving me in suspense.

"How similar is it? Please tell me I'm all ears," I said curiously.

"Well let me give you a look into my world. My family is not perfect.

Many people see me and think that because of the wealth of my family I've been given freedom to chase my career, dreams and passions.

They don't know that behind the money there's an ugly chain of loneliness and control," he said. The low sound of his voice showed the pain he was feeling which caught my attention and I was eager to hear more.

"Tell me more! I'm curious," I said to him.

He gently took my hands and lifted me up. He too got on his feet.

Then he said to me. "Dance with me Claire while I continue."

He placed his right hand around my waist while my right hand was on his shoulder.

While he was holding my waist he squeezed it gently and raised his eyebrows.

As we danced to a slow romantic song.

He continued talking:

"Just like you I have a list of wishes. I'm currently twenty nine years old! All my life I have been living to please my parents.

I've always wanted to be an artist. I dream of owning my own art gallery someday.

Also I wish to become a perfumer! I've admired your mother's brand for a long time like I told you earlier.

I love creating perfumes with chemicals I buy with my allowance! But my dad wants me to take over his Pharmaceutical company," he said these words to me. Tears rolled down from his eyes. I brought out a handkerchief from my bag and wiped them off.

His story didn't just touch me. It was exactly like mine.

I know how you feel so I said to him.

"Sometimes I ask myself if I am living my life for my parents."

"Me too, I ask myself that same question. My dad forced me to study pharmacy after high school. He didn't care about my own choice. I had no choice so I did as he pleased.

But he still wasn't satisfied. He keeps reminding me of the family business till today," he said in a tearful voice.

This part of his story was identical to mine so I felt the pain in his voice.

"I'm really sorry. I just don't understand why our parents don't want us to choose our careers. It's the twenty first century!" I said.

"Me too, I just don't get it," he said as he gently squeezed my waist again.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows again. Then his hands gradually moved to my backside. He firmly squeezed it which made me shiver.

"Easy tiger, you're too fast," I said. He smiled again and squeezed my backside harder. This time I felt his body against mine.

As we stared at each other, dancing slowly to the rhythm of the romantic song.

His control over my body made me want him the most.

Suddenly, a phone rang out. At first we ignored it and continued dancing but it kept ringing.

The sound of the phone was loud.

Suddenly, he let go of me and said.

"I think it's mine."

He put his hands into his bag. It was his phone. He gave me a strange look and said again.

"Can I take this please?" He said. His voice sounded urgent.

"You're free," I replied.

He picked up the call and walked away.

I gently sat down at the dinner table and I watched my friends as they danced with their dates.

Twenty minutes had gone by. I wanted to go check on him but I hesitated thinking that it might be an urgent call.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed. I became very worried. What kind of emergency call would take this long.

I became impatient. I stood up from the chair and headed outside the restaurant hoping to see him.

Unfortunately I got there and he was nowhere to be found. He just vanished without a trace.

"What could be the reason? Was the call that urgent? He should have told me that he wasn't coming back. Now he has left me confused. Now what do I do?" I said to myself.