Flames Of Seduction- Book 1

Chapter One

The club is crowded. The loud, rough sound of music in the background brings you to life. It's one of Pitbull's songs, I guess. My head is fuzzy, and I'm already drunk because I can feel the ground spinning around. I don't know why, but I just accepted to come.

Today is Monday, and from my state, I can say I will have the deepest, longest hangover of my life. My boss will kick my ass, without a doubt. It's one of Ella's parties again, whenever she finds a reason to be happy she throws a party and every time I roll my eyes at her. This time, she broke up with her boyfriend, though. And the reason for being happy is that she thinks she is free and no longer in the capture of her douche bag boyfriend, as she puts it.

It's that same boyfriend she used to call him 'honey' and 'my love' but now all is gone. Ella's my friend. I don't like to see her unhappy, so I'm so happy for her right now. She is awesome in her pale pink T-shirt and her short jeans. She always dresses like this, showing off her tanned soft smooth skin. I mean, that's our Ella.

Ella's moving her arms in the air while she is turning her hip. Girl! She is a really good dancer while drunk. This place is so crowded. I'm wondering how many friends she invited. It must be thirty or more. This will cost her a fortune, but then I remember she can afford it. She's got money, something I didn't so I have to work for a living. She has a habit of throwing parties in expensive places. Like right now, we are at The Prinston Club, one of the most expensive and famous clubs in Los Angles. It could cost more if you also get a private room club! Like she does. But who am I to judge while I can enjoy?

I can't remember how many shots I drank. Ten! Twelve! Usually, I don't much get drunk, ok, maybe I do. Even though it may sound unbelievable, this is my fifth time getting drunk, I think. Ok, maybe that's not an accurate number. While I'm looking at drunken girls on the dance floor and chatting with some friends, another service with more than twenty shots comes in.

"Come on, Laura! Just another one. Please!" Alice shouts through the loud noise. She is my best friend, or BFF as she always puts it. She looks at me with her big blue-gray puppy eyes. Her blonde hair glows in the lights. I like her hair a lot, especially now that she made them into a big fancy bun, though her bun seems a little ruined because of dancing.

She stands on the dance floor while holding a shot in her hand in the air and asking me for another drink and the other hand grabbing her skirt pushing it up to look like more princesslike, somehow in between exposing her underwear. Alice has a habit wearing cocktail dresses. I, on the other hand, have a poor taste in clothes. I always wear simple jeans and T-shirts, like right now, a pink T-shirt with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it and black jeans. That's because I have nothing to show off. Anyone may think of as one of those show-offs, but somehow, my dressing code is the exact opposite of the way I think, I guess I'm not confident enough to wear such dresses.

Alice's body is glowing because of sweating. Her grace and tiny body are exactly what everyone is looking for, even girls are in awe of her. There was a time I really wanted to be like her, not that my envy has ceased. But no matter how much I avoid eating or working out hard, I can't form my body. I'm not saying I'm fat. But frankly, her legs are like Barbie dolls! I mean, come on!

"Oh! No! No! I can't drink anymore. I have work tomorrow, remember some of us still needs to work," I say, shaking my head in disagreement. Even though I'm all for parties and hanging out with these two crazy girls, I don't want to get drunk, I still need my senses, but somehow tonight, those senses left me through the window.

My mind is swirling around but hasn't lost its admonish behavior. From the beginning of the party, it's been telling me, blow by blow, not to drink much, informing me of the consequences after the party, but me, having my heart to always pertinacity to whatever is the truth, I ignore it all time.