𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 |𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗼𝗻&𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮|

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰

Soft Jazz music played, glass bottles clinked and many people engaged in many conversations. We were currently at my fathers business partners home. It was huge, a mansion really.

The inside looked better than the outside, but it was still very modern and elegant. This guy must be seriously fucking rich, because no way can someone just making a 100,000 salary yearly afford such a nice home like this.

As we walked further in, the butler took our coats and we were instantly stopped by a tall older man, who had on a white suit that looked to have cost a fortune.

His silk grey hair was gelled back to perfection, leaving a strand that fell to the middle of his forehead, but looked great doing so. He was built, and his demeanor screamed power.

He must be the head of this house.

"Christopher! I thought you weren't making it. You're late." The scary looking guy smirked, earning a chuckle from my dad before they both engaged in shaking hands. His French accent was thick, almost as if he barely spent his time speaking any other language.

"I'd never miss tonight. I'm here for the contract, plus blame it on my daughter. You know how woman are when it comes to special events like these." They both shared a laugh, and my smile dropped instantly.

"Chris" my mother scolded him, giving him her usual warning look before smiling back up at my fathers business partner.

"My mistake." He clears his throat, before grabbing moms hand.

"This is my Wife Jackie, and my daughter Georgia." My father spoke with pride, as if he'd just won a gold medal.

"Hi" I greeted the man right after my mother. He grabbed both of our hands at the same time before saying, "Leonardo Monet, it's a pleasure to meet you two." He then went in, planting a small kiss on our knuckles which made me cringe, and my mother blush.

My father cleared his throat, before wrapping his arm around moms waist and nodding at me to pull away. So I did as such.

"Very well. Dinner is ready and my family should be in the family room. The woman including my wife more specifically should be in the family room gossiping about God knows what, and my son may be some where on the patio with some of his friends. Make yourselves at home ladies." He winks.

"Of course and thank you so much for having us in your home." My mother nods, before linking her arm with mine and leading me to the family room area.

Where indeed the woman sat at.

"If anyone of these woman fix their lips to say any racist shit, we're getting the hell out of here... other than that go have fun." My mother whispers, before pushing me forward and making her presence be known.

The woman practically paraded all around her, and drowned her in many compliments.

This is going to be a long night.

I walk over to the kitchen and in the very back, the door for the patio came in view. I let out a breath, before running my sweaty palms against the exaggerated fabric of my dress.

I slowly walk over to the door and open it, only to be hit in the face with clouds of tobacco smoke. Laughing could be heard further out, and I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose in disgust.

I'm not built for this shit.

I quietly closed the door behind me, and the sudden mixture of laughter and communication stopped. I turned around slowly, noticing I was the center of attention now.

I gulped, before slowly making my way to where four other people were seated. Noticing the guy from the plane, my face instantly fell to a scold.

Of course he'd be at this dinner.

"Who the hell are you?" The brown haired, Kendall Jenner look alike questioned in a tone of venom. I mentally rolled my eyes, before pursing my lips and taking a seat at the end of the couch.

"Georgia Hills" I introduced loud and proud.

"I'm sorry what I meant was, why the hell are you here?" Her American accent pulsates through the fake French one she's currently trying to pull off.

My eyes glance around the little group, and indeed everyone's eyes were directly on me.

"My fathers signing a business contract with Mr Monet." I exaggerate the last name, trying my best to have a unique French accent.

"That's so cool. I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzy." The blonde spoke, giving me a genuine smile before getting up to shake my hand.

Now she was a true French woman. Her accent was soft but thick at the same time. She gave me good vibes, but you can never trust people off rip.

The Kylie Jenner wannabe sat beside a brown skinned guy with a small high top fade. Instead of having on a suit, he had on a white button up shirt with black dress pants and black dress shoes.

His shirt was unbutton from the top, exposing a small glimpse of his abs. He was beautiful.. his look was very unique I must say.

His chocolate skin was like gold. It was as if someone had painted him on a portrait as a figure of their imagination, and the painting just came alive and... here he is.

I must've been staring for to long, because the look of confusion in his eyes soon turned into amusement, as a smirk then formed on his perfect lips.

"I-it's nice to meet you." I turn back to Lizzy, giving her a small smile. She hummed in response before looking in between me and the guy, then shooting me a secretive wink.

I looked down in embarrassment, but quickly snapped out of it as someone cleared their throat.

"I see you've followed me to my home." The familiar French accent spoke, making me roll my eyes as I shot Julian a deadly glare, making him chuckle.

"In your dreams. News flash, I had no choice but to come here." I shot back.

"qui est cette fille?" (Who is this girl?) the man goddess spoke, keeping his eyes fixated on me.

He was French too? How perfect can he get?

"une fille que j'ai rencontrée plus tôt dans l'avion" (Some girl I met on the plane earlier.)

Julian replied, smirking at me before taking a sip of whatever sat in his red cup.

"Mmm" the man goddess hummed, before pulling the Kylie Jenner look alike on his lap.

Well there goes my chances.