Josh was smoking a Cuban and picking at some chili cheese fries at the bar ,when he was hypnotized by a delicate young thing in a black leather motorcycle jacket and a purple feather boa gleefully twisting to rock beat.
He had no idea why karma was toying with him now, trying to coax him back into the treacherous, cold grip of love.
He knew he should not have come to this Halloween party, but he was tired of moping around town over the last heartless bitch who betrayed him.
He was Joshua Robert Kennedy; he had money, he had power, men feared him, men loathed him, men wanted to be him.
Women-women wanted to be with him, and they could all go to hell, the whole lot of lying, cheating whores.