"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain and enjoy it"
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I lowered my eyes to my outfit that fit my body perfectly as I smiled proudly looking myself in the mirror. For the first time, I decided to leave the fancy dresses at home and just choose something more casual.
And I look fucking good and feel even better.
I thought that coming back to New York would make me feel sad and miserable because of all the bad memories from the past, but no - quite the opposite.
I feel better than ever, finally being home after months of being away. What I know for sure is that I changed a lot like a person in Los Angeles and all of that thanks to Emma, Ava, and Alexander. Not sure if I'm the better version of myself but I'm happy and somehow... that's all that matters.
I picked up my small bag, shoving my lipstick and phone inside, walking to my door but before I could get out of my room, someone burst it, inches away from hitting me in the face with the fucking door.
And that someone is Alexander, staring at me with a straight not so happy face.
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, his gaze scanned my body several times as if to check if what he sees it's real. That's not my usual style, I'm more of a skirt and dresses kind of girl but by the way, he's staring at me with hungry eyes I knew I did a great job by choosing my outfit and he loves the view.
Alexander swallowed hard and looked up at my face.
My lips curled into an evil grin as crossing my arms in front of my chest, making them pop out of my already too revealing cleavage.
"You're in the wrong room, sir" I playfully glared letting my eyes take a good look at his body "But I'm sure you already know that"
He arched his brows questionably, his eyes getting darker and darker.
"You're going out dressed like this?" he asked with a low, hoarse voice, scanning my body one more time, the bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger.
Oh, how I love to know that I'm both the reason and at the solution to the visible problem in his pants.
'Yes''
He chuckled darkly, running one hand through his hair and I'm telling you I can feel the fucking butterflies in my stomach.
"You're really trying to play some sick games with me, aren't you?"
I bit my bottom lip, taking a few steps closer, our bodies already touching sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands instantly find their way to my waist, holding me tight.
I got on my toes, moving closer to him, our lips already touching, our breathing now mixed as one. Oh, is it hot in here or is it just me?
"Don't worry, daddy" I playfully whispered against his lips, feeling his cock twitch against my stomach after my words, which made my grin even bigger. "I won't let anyone touch me."
He squeezed my waist, his breathing getting heavier and I felt my cheeks turning red from the intimate way his eyes are studying my face.
"Of course you won't" he scoffed in a dark voice against my lips, his hands sliding to my ass, squeezing it and I moaned in his arms.
Damn, I can feel his burning touch even through these jeans. "That little sweet pussy of yours is mine and mine only" he looked amused, lowered his eyes to my lips, before locking his gaze with mine again ''But you already know that, right angel?''
Fuck me.
"Yes sir" I nodded, suddenly feeling small and weak in his presence
With one little move, he placed his lips on mine in a sweet sinful way.
I moaned against his lips and he took this chance to slide his tongue in my mouth depending the kiss, making my knees fucking weak. It's a good thing that he's holding me because I have no control over my body. I closed my eyes completely surrendering to the moment. Our moment.
I wanted to fuck him. God, I needed to feel him inside me, and it's fucking killing me I can't because for thousands of reasons.
Mostly because Ava is already waiting for me while I'm having a hot steamy make-out session with her married boss.
I'll have to drown the missing pieces with alcohol.
Again.
My favorite club is crowded with drunk people having fun, just like I remember it was every Friday night. Well actually to be honest it's crowded almost every night. That's the best place to have fun and find everything you need starting from weed, alcohol, strippers, pills, and even sex.
I used to come here with Jacob and his friends a lot. He showed me this place. Now that I think about it, he probably spent a lot more time here behind my back with this stupid bitch he cheated on me with... or maybe with thousands of different girls.
I don't know and I don't care anymore.
I lifted the glass full of vodka to my lips, taking a big sip, letting the alcohol burn my throat, loving the feeling, then I looked at Ava.
''Do you like it here?" I asked her as she looked around the crowded place, her movements shy as always when she's at some new place.
''Yes, it's just ... different'' she answered, and even if it's dark, I can still see her blushing.
I smirked, lifting my glass to her ''Welcome to New York''
Ava took a deep breath, gathering courage before doing the same thing. We took another big sip from our drinks.
Home sweet home.
"Let's dance" I grabbed Ava's hands without even waiting for her to answer before pulling her toward the dance floor.
Do you know the feeling when you're so fucking drunk, having the time of your life, not caring, and thinking about a single thing?
Well, that's not what happened.
For the first time in my entire life, the alcohol didn't work on me. I drank way too much and I don't even feel tipsy, the room is not spinning, I'm not kissing some stranger. Nothing.
I guess I drink too often and my body is used to it by now.
I'm a fucking alcoholic. Damn Amera, you just hit a new even lower point in your life.
Ava, on the other hand, is drunk as fuck, having fun, the shy girl is long gone while dancing on the dancefloor with me.
We've been here for 2 hours now, but I don't know why I'm just not in the mood to stay longer here.
And all of these dirty looks from the boys in the club, smirking like they really have a chance with me are making me even madder.
But still, I wanted to laugh at that.
They have nothing to offer me. It's written all over their childish little faces that they don't even know how to pleasure a woman. What's the point in their existence?
Don't get me wrong, maybe some girls would find this cute and normal... if these girls never experienced an orgasm in their life.
But I don't do this shit. If a guy can't make me come then I'm sorry honey but you didn't fucked me... I fucked you. Period.
I'm not into little stupid boys anymore. Not now, not ever.Not after I saw what is like to be with a real man.
And I just want to go home and spend time with Alexander, talk with him, just talk. Feeling him close to me, nothing more.
Unfortunately, this will be an extremely difficult task with the presence of his annoying wife.
I sighed, shaking my head, trying to not think about Stephanie, because my nerves can't take it, especially not right now.
"Ava, you wanna go? I'm kinda not in a mood" I shouted so she could hear me. She looked up at me with drunk eyes and a silly smile on her innocent face, before nodding like a little lost puppy.
Damn, I'm totally ruining her. The sweet innocent girl she was before I came to LA is not so innocent anymore.
Thank God, she said yes. I don't think I can stay even a minute longer here.
From a party animal, I turned into a fucking cuddle type of girl wanting to be around a stupid man 24/7. Such a shame.
"Amera?"
I frowned when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. Not so sure who is it, because it's not clear from the loud music.
Ava turned her attention to the person standing behind me and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
I slowly turned my body so that I could face the person - But I was not ready for this. I looked at him with a shocked look, totally stunned.
''Grayson?"
The amazement on my face can certainly be seen from miles away even if you're fucking blind. What the hell is he doing here? What are the fucking chances to bump into the best friend of my cheating ex-boyfriend???
Once again, life is playing stupid games with me.
"I didn't know you're back in New York" he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
What? How the fuck he knows I wasn't in New York? I don't talk with anyone in this shitty place, not after what happened and surely I never told anyone I'm leaving.
I titled my head aside, confusion was written on my face ''How do you even know I wasn't in New York? It's not like I told anyone ''
"Jacob told me."
Just mentioning that name made my whole body freeze in one place, shivers went down my body but not in the good pleasurable way Alexander can make me feel, but in a cold, uncomfortable way.
I had a bad taste in my mouth, just by remembering all the shitty things that happened. And all of this just by mentioning his fucking name. That's how much he hurt me.
I narrowed my brows "How the hell does he knew that?" I hissed back, feeling my voice weaker than it was just seconds ago. Fuck, don't show it Amera, don't do it!
Grayson looked down at Ava for a few seconds, not missing a single detail on her face and her body, and that made Ava lowering her gaze to the ground, blushing harder than I've ever seen her.
Then he switched his attention back on me.
"Your father told him."
What? Excuse me??? Am I hearing right or? Is he on drugs or something?
"My father?" I repeated his words in disbelief, and he nodded calmly, licking his lips. "What my father got to do with Jacob?"
I saw the surprise on Grayson's face, raising his eyebrows in pure confusion. His eyes studying my face, trying to find something on it, something to show him I'm kidding with him but when he failed to see it, he stepped back slightly, shock wrote all over his face.
"You don't know?" He asked slowly, frowning.
"Don't know what Grayson?" my voice now impatient, I feel like my heart will jump out of my body any second.
"Jacob started working for your father after you left ''
I blinked a couple of times, like a fucking idiot. Suddenly I hear no music, see no drunk people. Nothing. I'm stunned and shocked.
No, let me correct myself - To say that I'm shocked would be underestimating.
I stared at Grayson, my eyes wide, trying to figure out if the alcohol in my blood is playing sick games with me or not, but from the looks on Grayson's and Ava's faces, I knew that what I heard was nothing but the ugly truth.
Grayson is not fucking with me, he's not lying.
Jacob really works for my father.
Despite everything this fool put me through, my father still took him under his wings to work for him. After watching me night after night collapsing because of him, crying and screaming like a crazy psychopath.
He is the reason why my father sent me to Los Angeles, living in Alexander for a year. So I can forget everything this fucker did to me. To start all over again, fresh.
I guess all it was a fucking lie.
And he did this all behind my back.
I felt my blood boil, clenching my fists, feeling my nails digging into my skin as my body trembled with rage.
I want to kill someone right now.
I didn't say another word to Grayson. I took Ava's hand, pulling her toward the exit of the club, pushing Grayson rudely out of my way.
I'm betrayed even by my father.
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Ouch ... *sips tea ☕️ * drama.
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Now I'm going to watch "Kissing Booth 2" again because I miss Jacob Elordi and Joey King as a couple...
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