The Purple Backpack ✔️

Chapter Twelve

ANDREW'S POV

I noticed her immediately she walked in and I had never seen anyone look more beautiful than she did in that tight white dress. It hugged her curves in all the right places enhancing her beauty making her look even more like the temptress she was. I had been at the party ever since it started at seven pm, had taken numerous photos of all the party goers including all the beautiful women in attendance yet no one could match her beauty.

I hadn't been able to get her out of my head or the pained look in her face when I called our date a mistake. Bishop had prohibited me and all other guys at the party from getting close to her as advertised by the huge poster he put up by the bar. I wanted to stay away from her but it was going to be hard, extremely hard especially when she looked that way. I wanted her to forgive me for hurting her even if we couldn't be together. I'd had the option of telling her the truth but I could not ruin her relationship with her brother. I didn't want to have that on my conscience. If I'd told her she'd have had to choose between me and Bishop I didn't want to put her in such a dilemma so I kept my mouth shut but in doing so I hurt her feelings.

Now she was at the party and all I needed were five minutes to apologize and hope she forgave me. I didn't even want her to be my friend, I just couldn't live with myself knowing I had hurt her so. I'd find the time to talk to her without her brother present so I could beg for her forgiveness.

I watched as she conversed with Bishop and his girlfriend for a few minutes before they walked away from her and she headed towards the bar. I was about to approach her when someone stopped me to ask for a photo. By the time I was done taking the photos she was not at the bar and I couldn't spot her anywhere in the club. I knew she was still around as the party was still in its early hours so she couldn't have already left. I decided to just keep doing my work in hopes that I'd run into her again within the course of the night.

"Hi Andrew."A girl whose name I should have known as she was in our class greeted me.

I had just finished taking pictures of the cake. It had been stashed in the corner away from people's way waiting for the cutting at midnight. It would be devoured pretty fast so I had to make sure I got shots of it before they ate it all. It was a one tier weed birthday cake with real blunt and weed. Would definitely not be indulging myself in that.

"Hi there. Enjoying the party?"I asked trying to be nice avoiding the fact that I didn't know her name.

"Yeah immensely and I'd be having much more fun if I could get you to join in."She commented licking her lips eyeing me up and down.

I cringed internally but managed to keep my tone and facial expression professional.

"I'm working."I commented curtly tapping my camera.

"How about after the party? We can go back to my place."She suggested her voice getting sultry.

"No thanks but it was nice seeing you around. Keep having fun."I replied walking around her before disappearing in the crowd.

I had been getting hit on all night and the drunker the girls got, the bolder they became. They were scantily dressed, drunk and high. Definitely the perfect recipe for disaster. I only had eyes for one girl and even if we couldn't be an item I would not be moving on anytime soon. Pierra was not someone you just got over so I had a few too many lonely and sad nights in my future.

I continued with my work taking pictures and videos even if it was the last thing I wanted. Bishop was paying me well and even though he and his goons had beaten the crap out of me I was still going to do my job well. No need to cry over spilt milk, all I could do was a good job and create connections for future work. I had already booked three photoshoots for the coming week which meant more money. I'd get to take care of my family, upgrade my equipment and hopefully even buy that drone I'd been coveting for a while.