Bellisima Princessa

Part 1

Ariyah's POV:

It was a hot, windy day. However, the wind was not of any help to me, simply because of the looks I was going to get from the men in the bar. There was one in particular, who came every single Friday and Saturday night. I didn't know who he was, but I could feel his gaze. Electricity was thrumming through my veins. Though I didn't know him, I always wanted to look good for him. 

That is, if  he's looking.

I could never see his face, but today, he was wearing a tight suit. His legs were spread open as he stared at me. I never knew if he would approach me, or even if it was me he was looking at. His eyes were covered by dark shades. How he could see was beyond me, for the darkness in the club was overwhelming. Yet, as overwhelming as the loud atmosphere was, his domineering aura overshadowed it all. His suit tightened as he leaned forward. There was, as always, multiple ladies surrounding him as they hung on to his every word. His jaw, so sharp and astute, made me yearn to feel it across my collar bone. 

That is, if  that will ever happen. 

Now is NOT the time, inner monologue! 

Cynthia, the VIP server, swayed over to him. I could see his lips moving as he spoke to her. About a minute or two later, she came back, with the same drink she always does. A whiskey, no rocks. Oh how I would love for him to use his lips on m-

A hand waves directly in front of my face. "Can I get a sex on the beach please? Like now?"

Slow your role Bleach Barbie, I don't want your fake dye to get on my face.

As I finally zone back in, she turns around. "What did you say? First of all, this is my natural color! And my boobs are real!"

Oh James Charles roller skating with a pit bull. I said that out loud. "I'm so sorry ma'am, I said nothing about your boobs. I was just thinking aloud." I had just finished up her drink. 

"Oh please." She huffed. "That's why you're behind the counter. Know your place, slut."

I handed her the drink. "Oh sweetie," I laughed. "You don't know how much that turned me on."

Bleach Barbie rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Here's your money bitch." She throws a pile of ones on the counter, as she tries- and miserably fails- to sashay away. While walking to the VIP section, her ankle teeters in her tall heels and her drink spills on herself. I tried to hold back a laugh. 

I served a few others, but when I turned to look, my mystery sexy guy was gone.

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I promise the next chapter is better 

A/N: Who do you think he is? Do you think he knows who Bleach Barbie is?

Where do you think he went?

Is my writing good so far? I might put a bit more detail into it. I got 4 reads, which was my goal! If y'all can help me get to 8, I'll write the next part! Give me some suggestions! 

Bye my bratty barbies!!! Oh, and today's quote:

 "Anal can help with asshole cramps you get on your period!"

-Saltonmyfrenchfries