Chapter 1: Dirty Party
The deafening sounds, the colorful big dipper disco lights, the dance floor, crowd of people and the smell of alcohols. This place and these things are the things that make me happy, it even make me forget the past and my mother who early departed in this world, who left me with my unfaithful father and his strict world.
Today is the first death anniversary of my mom and here I am celebrating in one of the most popular and successful exclusive nightclubs in London with all of my riches socialite friends. Not to mention this famous club is owned by Hugo, my one and only best friend, together with his boyfriend Harrison, Emily, Paris, Donna and their boys, we are all inside a private room in this club, rejoicing and getting dirty and drunk, Hugo and Harrison are making out, while Donna and Paris are crazily dancing striping in front of the boys they just met in the club. Raising up my 5th glass of vodka spritz I yelled to Emily.
“Cheers to the world!!!” we clink both our glasses, drink it in one gulp and we French kiss then laugh like crazy. It’s not what you think though, Emily and I are not bisexual, just like Donna and Paris, it is just how we act most especially when we are drunk and getting wild. My friends and I are famous for being famous, we all came from affluent families and usually born in great wealth. I, being the only daughter of Elias Ellison, one of London’s well known business tycoon, I was identified to be a stubborn, spoiled brat and one rebellious daughter. I love giving my father a headache. Even though I made a lot of things that make my father upset and annoyed, he never shows his anger towards me and that made me more furious. I knew he can easily resolve every little and big problems I’ve caused in the past and will cause more in the future. This is my way of revenge to him. The moment I caught him with his mistress, I blamed him for the death of my mom.
Oh well, there is no one to blame but him, that rapid weakening of my mother from her illness, I knew it was my father, the reason and that’s because of his infidelity. I hate my father that moment of my life. All my respect and pride for him swiftly disappeared and was replaced by hatred and anger. I was once her kind and sweet daughter, I adore my father for being a loving husband and I even told myself to marry a man just like him, he made me proud daughter for his achievements, we were super close father and daughter and I am her spoiled brat princess. But everything fades away in a just one click, I was wrong about him, everything change and that made me change from an angel to a devil bitch as I am today. I changed myself and it’s my choice, to torture and hurt my dad. I want him to feel what I am feeling right now. I want him to see how I am suffering from all the pain he had caused me and my mom. This is me now, if I will return to my old self? I don’t know.
I am certain that my father knows where I am at this moment, he doesn’t need to scatter all his men to look for me, I am sure ten of them or maybe more of them are outside this club and waiting for my father’s cue to get me.
As the loud music lounged into my ear I grabbed Emily’s hand and to the dance floor, we dance like crazily drunk bitches. Then I saw some men looking at me, with lust in their eyes, I am conscious that they know about me, well I am the bitch heir of the Ellisons, who wouldn’t recognize my charisma though, I grinned at the effect I am giving all these men in this room I don’t need to exert more effort. I could get them all if I wanted to. Then one brave man approached me trying to follow the rhythm of my moves while holding my waist with both of his hands.
“You’re fucking brave ha?” I yell grinning at him still dancing. He just chuckle and said.
“I am not afraid.” I arch a brow and pout a lip smiling at his response. I know everyone around here knows about me and they are certain that my dad’s bodyguards are everywhere in and outside of this club, that’s why no one dares to explicitly approaches me. I know I came here alone with my friends but I also know my father well.
I was impressed by this man’s courage, his dark and handsome, he towers me like he is 6 feet and I am only 5 foot and 7 inches. I look at his face, he is not really my type but he’s not that bad looking though, he has this charm that every women would easily fall. I grab his hand and walk away far from the dance floor, then I let him slam his back at the wall and grab his neck so I could touch his lips. I think my aggressiveness made him even more desire of me. Our tongues tasting each other and his hands start to roam my body. I felt the heat of my body. My hands touching his hard chest and his cupping my ass squeezing them both. His lips savors my neck and a moan escape my lips. When we are already enjoying each other’s touch and company two hands grab my waist and carried me like a sack of potato.
By the scent of his cologne I recognized the man so I did not struggle from that position because it is useless. It is Rowan my dad’s most loyal right hand man. I knew it, besides, it is not the first time it happens to me. I always enter this club with pride and elegance but I exit in this scenario as well, whether I am drunk, tipsy or not. I always exit in this scene. Always…
