Don't try to Escape

Chapter 1 - part III

When we arrived a beautiful brunette approach me and give me a hug, puckering her well-shaped eyebrows.

"Sarah, you look gorgeous!" she touches my arms. "Wow. It's so good to see you! Isn't it, Michael?"

A blond man who is sat on the couch near us stands up. A 6-foot-tall man is giving us an embarrassed smile.

"Of course it is," he answers a bit awkwardly. His arms were around me, but quickly they let go. "You look nice."

A man in orange pants shows up behind Michael holding a margarita.

"You look perfect. Look at that hair! I always envied your hair, pretty."

The brunette frowned at him. A man stands in front of Michael and hugs me kindly.

"She freaked out when she knew you were coming," he whispers in my ear, giving that nasty smile.

"Thanks, Filipe. It's good to see you too," I feel embarrassed and smile.

Sam's friends who one day were my friends are part of the models' agency where he worked before going to Europe. Now he is part of an agency of renown, but he didn't lose his old friends. I was part of the same agency some years ago. When you are young, and money is little, the idea of working as a model doesn't sound that bad. I did some freelance jobs here and there to get some extra money, but nothing compared to them who are professionals.

"I mean after all that happen..." the brunette is still speaking, and she wraps her arms around the blond man's waist beside her.

I know he is yours, Sasha. You relax, I needle her mentally.

Michael and I, the blond man under Sasha's leash, we dated for a year and a half when worked together in the models' agency. After I gave everything up, he just disappeared. Technically, we were still dating, because we never broke up. He merely left me, and I understand him. The luggage became too heavy to carry.

"I'm going to the bar," Sam changes the subject. "Do you want to have something?" he says it, turning in my direction.

"No, thanks."

Sam leaves the VIP box, leaving an empty space in there. That is more noticeable to me than to the others. The electro-music plays out loud and continuously, forcing everyone to talk very close to each other. I walk until the edge of the VIP box and look at the dance floor downstairs. It's crowded with happy people dancing the music played by the DJ.

"How are things going? Working as a bitch?" Filipe shows up beside me and leans upon the railing.

"Yes." I'm turning towards him, and I scream so that he can hear me." And how are you, Filipe?"

"Few things have changed after all these years, pretty girl, "he smiles. "I'm still freaking hot."

I start laughing e and does the same. I love Filipe! He is honest, supportive and he has a sharp tongue that he is not afraid to use. Not to mention that he is gay, totally gay. Which is a loss to women's world. Because he could, for sure, have won many hearts with that early gray hair; this would make him look older, but it's just the opposite: it makes him look hotter.

"Let's have fun today, all right?" he says, caressing my hair. "Samwel gets worried when you stay too quiet."

I nod, in agreement. Sam shouldn't look after me, he is not supposed to take on that role. The past is so far away now, I'm strong again. I don't want to be a dead weight for him.

Sam is back to the VIP box with a bowl full of bottles, and he gives them out to everyone.

"Let's have a toast!" he says, looking very happy.