Partying hadn’t always been Charles bad time of the week. He was as a matter of fact known for his endless nights in the city. But in the last sex to five years, when he married and got a kid, that had changed drastically in his life. Still, as a journalist, there were events the man was demanded to attend. He didn’t bother when it involved plenty flirty and charming models, to be honest, it didn’t kill to look. After greeting some people and making pointless conversation, he was ready for a drink. Approaching the event’s bar and ordered a cowboy whiskey and glanced to the side while waiting, where a woman sat by herself. “Why aren’t you there partying with the others?” He asked, rather intrigued, he was sure to have seen her face before on magazines and she was beyond gorgeous.