03

Going back to the search page, I searched his name again and my brows furrowed in confusion as I opened an article that included both Dominic and my father.

I was confused, did news about the potential deal already get out ?

The headline read ‘Two billionaire businessman fight for one company’. It was a recent article and had said how Mr Amoretti was my fathers rival. So they were enemies, but they were so professional during the meeting ?

« Well of course they had to be professional they can’t be shouting they’re heads off in a middle of a meeting ! » I say to myself and slumped back, I needed to start getting ready.

I leave my study and head to my room. Undressing I grab my towels and enter the bathroom. As the warm water filled the bathtub I poured vanilla scented bubble bath in and lit my jasmine candles placing them on either side of the tub.

I savoured the relaxed feeling as my muscles became loose and the smell of vanilla and jasmine infused the air.

As my hands became pruny I realised I had lost track of time and spent an hour in the bath. Nevertheless I thoroughly washed and rinsed myself and by the end I practically smelt like a vanilla bean. I left the bathroom and dried my hair before styling it.

Once I finished my after care I began looking for the perfect outfit. As it was the summer my body was tan and I needed a dress to compliment my caramel skin. I finally picked a aquamarine dress that shimmered, it’s length and fit was prefect for the weather and allowed me to move freely.

As I looked at the time I rushed to do my makeup, Sofia would kill me if we were to be late. I combed my brows and put some neutral shades on my eyelids pinching my cheeks for a natural blush and coating my lips with nude.

As I filled my bag with everything I needed I sprayed my perfume and left my room.

Sofia arrived right on time and she looked drop dead gorgeous. The beautiful red dress that honoured her body looked stunning against her fair skin and complimented her icy blue eyes. Out of every colour that Sofia wore red was my favourite, she looked so effortlessly fierce.

We both gushed over each other touching up our makeup as we walked over to the kitchen for me to drink a little water. « I’m glad your finally going out, you definitely needed a break. » She says excitedly. « Hey ! I do go out, you just don’t see. » I say and playfully slap her arm. « Oh please, going out to get coffee after working for hours isn’t an outing babe. » She retorts, we both chuckle and grab a snack.

Ava walks in holding her plushie and a book,

« You, pretty ! »Ava says touching Sofia’s dress.

« Thank you Ava, but you’re the prettiest princess ! » Sofia picks her up and kisses her cheek. I too embrace her, telling her to be a good girl kissing her forehead as she kisses my cheek.

« Wait, let me call my dad, he might get worried. » I say getting my phone out, it went to voicemail, I send him a text and also text my mum and tell Adam just incase.

Finally we head out and make our way to the club. Sofia was driving, her Porsche was her baby. I was surprised she ever actually let me in there since she cleaned it every two days and never let anyone but me to have food in here. Apparently she trusted me saying I wasn’t a messy eater and was responsible, I held that respectfully.

We arrived to the club twenty minutes later and it was packed outside. There were a mass of teens and young adults waiting to get in. I was about join the long line but Sofia had pulled me up to the front.

« Aren’t we going to wait ? » I say, questioning why the bouncer was letting us in.

« I called earlier and reserved a booth on the terrace so we don’t need to wait. » She said clearing up my confusion.

As we entered the music penetrated my ears, it was already loud enough outside. I was quite surprised with the inside, there were bars all along the side and people were being served drinks. The dancefloor was whatever space you could find. There were seven floors, each floor had four bars and the extra space was for whatever. On the ground floor there were eight bars in each corner and a DJ was on the stage. This place is impressive, and an alcoholic’s heaven.

The interior was nice. Matte black walls and I’m guessing red lights were installed to give it a sinful vibe. After all the club was called wicked.

Its true, Sofia was right. I had only been to be few clubs but this is by far the biggest and best. She hands me a shot and I try not to cringe. I hated getting drunk. I was a mess when under the influence, I down it while shaking my head. I felt dizzy and cursed myself for having such a low tolerance on alcohol.

She takes me upstairs and we eventually end up on the roof. It was a breezy evening with the sun looming down on us. The perfect summertime London weather. Sofia sat me down in our booth and ordered two sex on the beach cocktails. God knows what those drinks contained. The bartender shaked some things in a metal flask of some sort and when he was done he had put out two glasses with sugared rims. He then poured the red substance out the flask and into the glasses. He decorated it with fruits and a small umbrella and then gave it to us. Sofia opened a tab and I sipped on the drink. It was sweet yet still had that slight burn of alcohol.

The view was stunning as I stood up near the railings. The city was lit, buildings shining with they’re luminous signs and the sun was setting giving the sky a pink tropical hue.

I looked to my side, feeling eyes burn into me. My eyes widened as I saw Mr Amoretti staring at me intensely. I blushed and looked down. Sofia dragged me to the open area and began dancing with the others. After a few more of those cocktails I was quite tipsy. I was dancing, swaying my hips to a familiar song. I had heard it on the radio a few times and always found myself dancing to it.

I wasn’t aware of anything just knowing Sofia was beside me. I felt someone press their body against mind and I moved myself, their presence unwanted and making me feel uncomfortable. I still felt the person trying to grind on me but thankfully they stopped. I thought Sofia had pushed him away so I turned to thank her only to see Dominic.

I analysed him in shock, was I hallucinating ?

« Th—thanks Mr Metti—Amoretti. » I stuttered making a fool out of myself. Now this is why I don’t get drunk.

« Dominic, call me Dominic. » I nodded and thought he left but I felt his warm breath on my neck. He placed his hands on my waist, his touch burning me with pleasure. I leaned into him as a way of telling him I wanted him to continue whatever he was doing.

Dominic began kissing my neck and I could feel him leaving little hickeys. My breath hitched, I had never been so intimate with a man, I had never gotten this close to a man, let alone even kissed one and god my insides were on fire. I loved this feeling, the feeling of ecstacy. Was this what is was like to be high or drunk ? Or was it just Dominic that was igniting my body.

At this point I didn’t care, all I knew was that I wanted him.

I turned around and gave him more access. He took my hand and lead me somewhere. I peered over to our booth and waved at Sofia as she gave me a thumbs up.

He took me to a big room, one of the few that accompanied this floor. He closed the door and unified our lips taking my first kiss.

His lips were molding with mine, I moaned as he grabbed my behind which caused me to gasp. He took this as an opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth and explore me.

He pulls back and looked at me with such intensity I instantly felt aroused.

I took the time to look at what he was wearing. A navy suit, he looked handsome as per usual. As he undressed I gawked at his muscles that was practically ripping his shirt.

He captured my lips again and my hands circled around his neck. He groaned in pleasure and pushed me to the wall. He lifted my arms above my head and kissed his way down my cleavage. I moaned profanities and grabbed his hand taking him to the big bed in the middle of the room. I laid down and let him do the rest.

This bed was so soft the mattress was plump and the pillows were plush. Before I knew it I closed my eyes and that was it.

Oh why did I get drunk ?

Dominic.

I smirked as two girls sat on Damon, one kissing his neck and the other on his face.

Shaking my head, I looked at the ground from the roof. The opening was a success, with around seven hundred people inside and another three hundred waiting outside. I smiled proudly as another business venture went well. I invested three million into this club, the property was just under two million and the rest of the money was used on resources like alcohol, interior and staff. I had put four rooms on each floor for people who wanted to stay the night, which was Damon’s idea. Not a bad idea, it would bring in extra profit and attract more people to enjoy the nightlife of London. Drinks and condoms were provided, and the rooms were soundproof allowing a comforting night of activities.

I looked at the crowd, it was a Friday night and people were letting loose after a long week.

Conveniently the club was located near the Shard, the tallest building in Europe, making this place even more attractive and worthy. The view was amazing and the sun was setting.

Music was playing and everyone was dancing freely. Looking over at the other side of the terrace I stop to see a woman, innocently swinging a little to the music. She turned and I widened my eyes, it was her. The girl I had been thinking about all week. I must’ve been imagining her but I only had a one drink so she definitely wasn’t a mirage. She blushed and looked down, I smiled at my effect on her.

She was beautiful, as I observed her, a girl in a red dress came and took her to the dancefloor. She handed her some cocktails. The girl had four cocktails and looked completely wasted. She was definitely more than tipsy as she began dancing and swaying her hips.

I saw a guy attempt to press against her, and I could feel my anger grow. She moved away and I calmed myself down but as he bothered her again I grabbed him and held him by his shirt.