The Millionaire and Her Lover

**SPECIAL**

ELLIE

MAY 15, 2019

Who the fuck needs men. 

Not me, they are cheating bastards who end up getting into your best friend's pants behind your back. 

Fuck James, and Fuck Naomi. 

They are the two shittest people I know. They deserve each other. "ID?" The security officer asks me. I pull out my fake ID, it looks pretty damn real. 

He nods allowing me into the bar. I need some alcohol. Drown my sorrows. It's not like I'm going to miss that jerk. He was a complete ass who needs a beating or two. 

If I acted like him my mother would have beat me black and blue. 

Sitting at the bar I peel my red leather jacket off. "A coke and whiskey please," I ask spinning around in my chair. 

Only to be stopped. I look at the culperate and I see a fine as hell woman standing in front of me. She sits next to me and orders a drink. 

My eyes can't stop looking all over her, she is fucking beautiful. "Hey there, what's your name," She asks me. 

She's British. Fuck me. 

I may or may not have a thing for people with British accents. It fucking soaks me, man. I smirk at her. 

"Ellie, what's your name," I ask. She reaches over as our drinks are placed in front of me and twist a piece of my hair around. 

This girl is turning me on so fucking badly. 

She pulls her chair closer to mine. "I'm Amelia, It's very nice to meet you," Her eyes scan my body. 

I slam back my drink and I nod at the bartender. I need more fucking alcohol. 

"You smell nice," She says leaning into me. It's not like a creepy lean but she does. She has to be around my age. "I can't help but wonder what you taste like," she whispers into my ear. 

I am going to have a orgasm right here on the barstool. "mmmh, "I hum too caught up in her. Her hand slides up my thigh, pushing my tight dress up. 

"Your eighteen right," She whispers again into my ear. I nod. Thank fuck, I've never been so happy to be eighteen. 

Her hand caresses my thigh. "How about we finish this, at my apartment," She places a kiss on my shoulder. 

"Mmm, yeah," I moan, her hands feeling me up. I chug my drink sitting in front of me. I'm basically drunk, I was already drinking before I came here. 

She traisl her hand up more. "I'll call a cab, how about you order us some more drinks before we go," She whispers before pulling her phone. out. 

I flag the bartender down and re-order her drink, my drink and two shots. When she comes back our drinks are being served. 

The bartender pours my shots in front of me. I slide on to her and she smiles. We both shoot it. "The cab will be here in ten minutes, how about we finish these drinks and head outside. "

I take a little more time drinking this drink. But we quickly head out. Once we get out she pushes me against the concrete wall. 

"This dress of yours is driving me crazy," She mutters into my skin as her lips travel around my neck. 

Someone clears there throat and she breaks away from me. "Oh my god, Maria," Amelia says still holding onto me. 

"You two going back to your to fuck?" this Maria girl asks.