Episode 4

Debby's POV

I mustered enough courage and stood up to face her. I needed to face my fear.

That was one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made because the moment I faced her, I regretted it.

Words vacated my mouth, my mind became blank instantly, and my mouth hung wide open.

Standing before me was a goddess. I could never compare to her in any way or form.

Although her face was caked with makeup, her tan skin was to die for—glowing and smooth.

She wore a short, skinny, pink-colored gown.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" she asked in an overly sweet tone. She chuckled lightly and eyed me from head to toe.

"Olivia Thompson," I whispered, hoping she wouldn't hear it, but that witch had very sensitive ears. She heard me loud and clear, and her lips twisted into a smirk.

"Debby fucking Ryan," she called me.

I rolled my eyes. I thought by now she'd have outgrown that childish way of calling my name.

She made it sound like my dad was fucking me... God! What am I thinking?! I scolded myself mentally.

"Why are you dressed in rags?" she asked after she assessed my clothes.

"I thought by now you'd become rich by the way you clung to your books and pen, nerd," she said, a sickening smile plastered on her face.

I growled lowly.

"I thought by now you'd gotten married by clinging to those sugar daddies." The words flew from my mouth unknowingly. It was like my mouth had a mind of its own; I wasn't able to control it until I said everything.

"How dare you!!" Olivia gasped. She raised her hand to slap me, but Lucas caught her wrist on time.

Where this newfound confidence came from, I don’t know, but I'm glad it did.

She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at me, her eyes red and clouded with tears, but she pushed them back.

"You... You're..." I smirked. Guess she had lost all the words in her mouth.

This was a first. Olivia never— I mean never—lost in an argument. Seeing her like this gave me so much joy.

"Grrrrrrrh," she groaned frustratingly and cat-walked out of the cafe angrily.

Immediately she left, Anna playfully slapped me on the back.

"Way to go, girl," she said. I just chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, when did you become so fierce?" Lucas asked, putting his arm on my shoulders.

"I'm hanging out with you guys, right?" I asked, and they nodded. "Of course, I'm learning from you two. You are my great masters," I told them, and they laughed. Lucas puffed out his chest like he had just achieved something.

I shook my head sideways at his childishness.

"Alright guys, we're taking someone's virgin ass to somewhere new to let loose," Lucas said, giving Anna a knowing look.

"Yay!!" Anna exclaimed joyfully, throwing her hands in the air, jumping up and down.

"Anna, take Debby home and dress her up. I'll pick you two by 07:00 p.m.," Lucas said.

Anna looked at her phone and gasped—obviously dramatic. She threw her hand on my shoulder.

"It's 5:47 p.m. already," she said, then turned to Lucas. "We have very little time to get ready, so we have to go now," she said and began to drag me out of the cafe without even waiting for Lucas's response.

We boarded a taxi, and before 10 minutes we were already home, because someone told the driver to drive recklessly or we'd be late for our appointment.

Arriving at our apartment (Anna and I are roommates), Anna pushed me into the bathroom and told me to start taking my bath, that she'd lay down clothes for me to wear.

I groaned. Anna's choice of clothing is very different from mine, and her choice always makes me nervous.

They are so not me.

I wanted to argue, but she didn’t give me any chance to, because she shut the bathroom door.

I groaned again, gently banging my head on the wall, but I stripped anyway and began to take my bath.

After taking my bath, washing my body thoroughly, I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel.

I met Anna sitting by the dresser, applying makeup on her face, her hair slightly wet.

"Anna, have you taken your bath?" I asked her, using the hand dryer to dry my hair.

"Yep," she answered. Now she was applying red lipstick on her lips. Red suited her perfectly.

"Since when, and where did you take your bath?" I asked.

"10 minutes ago, and I went next door," she replied casually.

I stared at her in disbelief. How could she go next door? Our next-door neighbor is a dude, so why did she go there for a bath?

"Why are you giving me that look?" she asked when she turned and saw me staring at her.

"Why did you go there? Couldn't you wait for me to come out?" I asked.

"Wait for you?" she asked rhetorically. "You spent 20 minutes in the bathroom and you expect me to wait for you? You must be kidding me," she said and stood up from the dresser.

She rushed to her room and came back with a blue crop top—off-shoulder—and faded blue ripped jeans trousers. She shoved them in my hands.

Then she rushed to her wardrobe and came back with a pair of white sneakers.

"Now go and change into these," she said, clapping her hands together in excitement.

I looked at the clothes strangely, then looked at her. Had she gone nuts? She knew this was so not my style.

"I'm not wearing this," I told her, shaking my head in denial.

She breathed in and out, then looked at me from head to toe, shaking her head with a suspicious smile, her arms crossed across her chest.

"Debby Farrah Ryan, put the damn clothes on before I count down to one," she said, then raised her five left fingers.

"Five... four... three... two..."

"Okay, okay," I said quickly, giving in. Letting her complete her countdown meant trouble for me.

Immediately I put on the clothes, Anna sat me down at the dresser and began to do my makeup. After my makeup was done, she moved away from the mirror.

My eyes grew double in size, and unconsciously a smile crept onto my face.

Anna is a miracle worker. I almost couldn’t recognize myself.

The girl in the mirror had beautiful blue eyes and a beautiful face, a smile so bright, so full of life. And that girl was me.

"Wow," I awed at Anna's masterpiece.

"Yeah... yeah... I know," she said cockily.

At that moment, our doorbell rang.

I went to the door and opened it. Lucas stood by the door, two flowers in his hands.

He blinked rapidly when he took in my appearance, the flowers almost dropping from his hands.

"Woah," he exclaimed in a cracked voice. He gulped. "You're gorgeous," he said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"These are for you, my Lady," he said in a funny British accent while offering me one of the flowers. I couldn't help but laugh.

I accepted the flower with a smile and thanked him. He gave the other flower to Anna. She accepted it and tossed it across the room, but not before saying thank you.

Lucas just chuckled at her silliness.

"I have two beautiful ladies as my date tonight. Now let's go partying all night!!" Lucas shouted, throwing his pumped fists in the air.

Party?

"Yay!!!" Anna shouted joyfully. They both grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

We entered Lucas's car, and he took off immediately.

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Andre's POV

My head's killing me. All this paperwork is really taking a toll on me.

I've been working non-stop since last month. I have a project at hand, so there's no time for slacking off.

Next week I'll travel to Spain. When I return, I will conclude the project.

Being a CEO is not easy at all.

I know my company is the biggest in America, and I have branches all over the continent, but I still have to work all day and night.

Or else everything I've worked so hard to build all these years will just crumble to the ground.

To become this successful at 26 is not child's play. Though my dad is a billionaire, I set up my empire with my hard work.

And I can say I'm richer than him today.

The sound of my ringtone filled my study. I picked the call without looking at the name.

"What?!" I asked grumpily. I closed the file I was signing and kept it aside.

"What crept in your pants?" Sean (my best friend) asked in his usual carefree voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, man. All this paperwork is just giving me a headache," I told him. He chuckled.

"When are you traveling to Spain?" he asked.

"Next week," I replied.

He kept quiet for a while.

"Yo, man, why not come out tonight? Let's have some fun," he said.

"Fun?" I looked at the heap of files at the corner of my table and grunted. "I have no time for fun. I have a bunch of paperwork to sign," I told him.

"I know, Andre. Just come out to release some steam, cool off a bit," he insisted.

I closed my eyes, leaned back on the chair, and released a long sigh. I guess he's right.

"Okay," I said. "Where are we going?"

"I heard a new club has opened on Tank Lane. Michael and I will wait for you there," Sean said.

"Okay." I hung up.

I headed out and found my driver standing next to my Porsche. He bowed slightly when he saw me coming his way.

"Where are we going, boss?" he asked me. I just stretched out my hand. He handed the car key to me and stepped away from the car.

"I'm going alone," I said. I entered the car and drove off.

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Debby's POV

"Are we there yet?" I asked for the hundredth time (okay, I exaggerated a little), but I'd been asking this question for some time now. Lucas and Anna refused to answer.

I couldn't see anything because I was wearing a blindfold.

"Relax, babe, we'll be there soon," Anna said. From the way she said it, I could tell I'd bored her with my questions.

I decided to keep quiet and not ask any more questions for the rest of the journey.

Driving for what felt like hours to me, I felt the car jerk and finally come to a stop.

They quickly came to my side and guided me out of the car. When we were completely out of the car, Lucas removed my blindfold and shouted:

"Tada!"

What??

My eyes grew wide and bulged out. They brought me to a place I'd never stepped foot in all my 22 years of living on this earth.

A club!!

They brought me to a freaking club!!

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