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I smooth down my dress before grabbing my purse in the back seat, thanking the Uber driver before closing the door approaching the architectural building, I had agreed to meet up with Eric for his event.
With the help of Bianca, I was ready for the night, feeling and looking sexy.
Stepping into the building, there where huge chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. I walk deeper into the building, the theme was black and white, all kinds of rich people talking amongst themselves.
"Ahh, and here is my date," Eric says from across the room, with his charming smile making the group of men turn in my direction.
Giving him a tight liped smile, I make my way to his outstretched hand.
"Monique," he says placing a gentle kiss on my cheek before wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me into him.
Damn, personal space.
"Eric," I said through clenched teeth, putting a bit of distance between us before turning to the group of people he was talking to. "Gentlemen," I said giving them a forced smile.
"This is my date, she is a pediatrician, doctor Morelli," Eric introduced me.
"Lovely, beauty and brains," one of the gentleman says taking my hand and placing a sloppy kiss on the back of it.
"Thank you," I said awkwardly trying to remove my hand from his.
"You're welcome," he says still not removing his hand from mine.
Awkwardly smiling, I forcefully removing my hand from his.
"I hope you enjoy the party," Eric says before leading me to another group of people.
"And who is this lovely lady?" A man says looking me up and down, his wife by his side. Disgusting motherfucker.
"My date, Doctor Morelli, she's a pediatrician," Eric says with a prideful smirk.
"Lovely," the man says licking his lips, causing his wife to give me a nasty ass look.
Look lady it ain't my fault your husband is nasty and disrespectful.
Eric and the man talk a bit whilst his wife continued to give me nasty glare. From the little conversation I picked up that he was Mr Arnoult before Eric dragged me away again.
"Monique dear, how have you been doing, it's been so long," Mrs Henson, Eric's mother says.
"Hello Mrs Henson," It's been a while, I said giving her a tight lipped smile.
"True, how is your father?"
"Still happily married to my mother," I said giving her the fakest smile ever, to which she responds with a fake laugh before walking away.
