Monique, looking out the ti

ens her seatbelt. "The real shit happens at the top. Come

ure not to over-dress. I'm wearing a red corset dress, with a Vneck and a spaghetti strap, with matching white heels and a white clutch. Monique wears a strapless dark blue sequin dr

looks real

y side by side as we

Monique asks as w

And that'

rties like this, all

re

gonna g

" Monique

planning on gett

smart. You

is topic, Monique.

et it. T

s a first." I say as I turn to look a

t mean you should let off some steam

ll me this is li

ything." Monique says with a grin as the ele

p club. There's a bar at the corner with a counter and barstools where you can sit and order different alcoholic bever

gs into a mic. She looks better than the last time I saw her. Dad brou

e is lit,"

Monique

hild." I sm

de. "I'm just gl

e voice calls as we turn

oor-length dress with almost half her cleavage popPIN

nique for a brief embrace before they pull apart

rgot invited you tonight. I'm s

es her off.

. I get it, most of the people here are models, actresses, actors, popular

t friend, Robyn

rd so much about

to mee

ine." She gives me a f

e waves at Moniqu

phony,"

Monique says as she expels her br

as we walk t

u two know

ny. Shawty thinks we're in

must be ha

like she doesn't even exist. It works well." Mon

" I ask Monique, going

egro

I can't remember the last time I ever g

t we

ook at Moni

ast time you got drunk. So I said

. "You're

need to wind down a little. If you don't get to secure a spot as a

n it's easy but I jus

re good. You're good with the

The women think I'm a phony

So they go about talking shit just because they are scared of you, sweetheart." Monique says a

e's the barte

e of the bartenders

ing me for a quick second befo

." Monique says to the bartender. He nods, eyes me for

The bartender was j

he wa

ip your clothes off and eat you. Well, I've notic

ique. She smil

ed. I'm not 'gett

a lot of hot men ton

h you

s and places them in front of us, once

, grabbing my glass of drink and bringing it to my l

cough and a

mething on my face?

his nape. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm j

le. "Thanks." I pull out my credit card from

once and walks away,

hurt his

say as Monique chuckles, grabb

omeone." Monique says and stands up. She g

s like they're having a friendly chat. The man is

I turn around. It's the bartender

processes my payment

im a small smile as h

eral sips from my drink as I scan the room filled with wealthy people

iliar face as I nearl

an't

eet again after I hit his car. But, fuck no. The universe has other plans because he r

im. It's def

life, I hit a rich man's car and ran away and t

luckiest girl

ing at me like I'm a rebellious child. I look away, knowing nothing good is go

o get ou

s beside me. I place my empty glass of drink in f

meone new and hotter overtook his throne. He's dressed in a dark bl

at I'm already used to as he stretc

who might you be

g to shake it. Omar looks disapp

Rob

rks. "Rare but unique. You look stunning, Robyn."

hate t

bout that look. They're simply telling you they don't give a shi

an as

ask. Omar looks offended as he r

t think you k

d you got yourself a Bentley. You won't even shut up about i

know that?" Now, he's being paranoid. "Yo

asm. "Kindly fuck off, Mr. Hotshot." I roll my eyes and look away, tur

playing a t

ar's voice draws me out of my

nk eye as he buttons his s

initely bru

il glasses. I stand up, desperately craving for fresh air, but the last person I expected to be stan

." He says, with a strange under

's wearing a black custom-made suit paired with a white dress shirt. His skin, golden. His dark brown hair is slicked back, with a few stubborn strands on either sid

ything could sneak in at this po

until he mentioned that I've been s

sks, taking his hands o

ainst it and clamp my mouth shut. Worst case scenario,

I wanted to g

e party then?" He ask

a

e." He says. I hate the fact that he's fucking rude b

ut I didn't mean to run away. I wasn't lo

wi

e not passed my

his eyes down my body for a se

not a good one. One look at him from my driver's window earlier today and I kno

n't think we would ev

sks, slipPINg his hands

. If you want, I can send you the money for th

for the cost. And an

at my hair and yell at

and collected while I'm trying so hard not to throw a tantrum. I can't read his looks because the

being a jerk on purpose. "Your car wasn't totaled. It was a scratch, a little

we're a few inches apart. He looks me in the eye

on't have cash with me right

ur money, sweeth

pairs for your car that

d it. You're gonna pay for it

ow the fuck am I su

nd that you owe me." He voices

s his gaze down my body, taking his time. Then

winks and walks away, leaving me standin

k did he kn