Chapter 1
She slept with someone last night.
A random, gorgeous striper.
If she didn't get up and go hunting, she would be on the streets by the end of the week and she meant literally homeless.
She opened her eyes slowly, it was terribly bright. Her eyes moved from the couch she slept on to the messy tables.
Empty pizza box's lay everywhere, with old bottles of alcohol.
Noodle packets, sweet wraps, leftover take out and chocolates.
A groan left her lips "I hate Mondays." she sighed.
The migraine hit her head like a pole, she groaned in agony "God I'm never drinking again."
That's what she always said yet she never seemed to be able to avoid the club.
At this point she was considered a chronic addict, she was bipolar, impulsive and an addict.
Some random guy pranced out of her bedroom and she squinted her eyes at him. Ah he must be the guy she brought home.
"Who are you?"
He gave her a condemning look "I'm Adam we met last night at the club?"
She scoffed "You're saying that like I'm supposed to remember we were drunk out of our minds."
He shrugged "Just like that aren't you going to take my number at least?"
"For?" She was losing patience.
He cursed "I actually like you Naddy, I thought we bonded last night."
"So?" She shot at him again to try to get on her wobbly feet.
Shuffling his feet like a shy school boy he continued talking "I was hoping we could hang out sometime you know get to know each other."
This is someone she had sucked his dick while he choked her no way was she getting involved with her one night stand.
Her legs dropped to the ground and she walked past him "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"Go to hell, the sex wasn't even that great!" he snapped walking out the door.
A flat chuckle rumbled in her throat. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Clicking her lighter she lit a cigarette and her eyes fell on the mails on the table.
"Shit" she spat "Partying, drinking and drugging really doesn't take you away from reality forever."
She was in debt, her business was failing, her bills were piling and she was about to end up on the streets.
Nadalie ran her fingers through her hair, how was she going to solve this.
It was true the life of a sugar baby gets tough as she ages, she was currently thirty-three in an unpaid mansion with cut throat bills that would leave her bankrupt.
Tragic, this was beyond devastating her last sugar daddy ditched her for a much younger healthier chick.
As much as it sucks she was desperate to find a new man.
She would do anything now, but she couldn't do anything right at all.
All her life she had been a pampered spoiled brat, right to when her mother disowned her for drunk driving, when she was fourteen but still took her back anyways.
The only work she ever did was pose for the cover of magazines like vogue.
It used to pay a lot but now she is aging. They wanted new fresh faces; it was almost impossible to find gigs and when she did it wasn't enough to pay the bills of her mansion.
She was in deep shit and she knew it. She had to think of something quick.
Dialing her friends on the group chat they all logged in "Girls what's up?"
"Goodness you look like shit." Gabriella said plainly, she didn't necessarily mean to be rude, it was the russian in her blood, brutal honesty was something they couldn't hide.
Roxy's blonde hair was currently being curled. She spoke while looking at herself cautiously in the mirror "You really do look like a shipwreck what happened?"
Jessica popped her head on the screen dressed in an apron, the scream of her kid in the background "Don't tell me you've been drinking and partying again Natalie you're too old for that shit... Portia, don't touch that."
She warned her 12 months old daughter in the background "Pablo broke up with me."
"We know honey, it's been six months, haven't you found a new sugar daddy?" Gabriella asked, going through the files on her desk, dressed in a clean suit and her doctor's white coat.
She had always been the smart one in the group, she was happily married with two kids. "It turns out the older you get the less men desire you."
Jessica lifted Portia onto her hip "Wow! Did reality just hit you?" she gave a bright smile and she heard flashes, she was sure she was doing her cooking photoshoot, she was a famous chef after all, the baby mama to a pro football player, at least she was better than her.
Roxy laughed "Jessie that's harsh okay, you know Nadalie is our baby, we dare not make her work."
Her hair was looking really good Nadalie envied her after all Roxy was a star actress although divorce, she had a daughter the only person who was a loser and a failure in their friend group was Nadalie.
Depression hit her like a heavy weight on her shoulders "I think I should go guys you aren't really helping."
Roxy pouted "I'm sorry Naddy it's just that it's Monday so we're kinda busy, will be free Saturday. Will catch up over drinks okay guys?"
The food on the frying pan sizzled and flames erupted from it causing all three of us to scream "Jessie are you okay?"
She coughed "Yeah sorry guys I'm really busy see you on Saturday."
They all logged out and she was left there staring at her tablet screen, in the cold empty void that was her house.
After doing some hygiene she stared at her messy bedroom and got an itch dialing her housekeeper "Mrs Crow please I need my house cleaned."
"You still owe me last month's bill."
With a sigh she finally remembered why she hadn't called the woman recently "Okay I'll send you your complete pay today, sorry about that I forgot."
The ceiling was white, she was used to it now white desk, white seats, white art her therapist had an obsession with the color. "So how have you been feeling these days?"
That question wasn't one she liked to answer because the answer made her accept reality "Like hell."
Silence.
"I hate the morning"
"Sometimes, I want to remain in the night forever."
"Why?"
"Well because it's when I feel alive, the night makes me feel like anything is possible, like I'm somebody."
A lump.
A very painful lump
"But then the morning comes and then I wake up to realize. I am just a failure."
