Nobody Loved Me Like You Do

💋CHAPTER 2💋

The next day, I continue with my work at the laundry shop. I dry my hands and look at the time on my watch, it's 12pm. I close the shop and head back to my apartment.

My phone beeps, notifying me that someone has texted.

Giselle: I'm at the hair salon. Only 6 hours left 'til the event. I'll come pick you up at half past 5 in the evening so, be ready by then.

My door bell rings. I head over to the door and open it. A slim, besuited man holds my dress in a garment bag.

"Hello Miss Lynn, here is your dress," the man says as he hands it over to me. He pulls out a book in which I sign and then bid him farewell.

I walk back in pleased, staring at the garment bag in hand. I lay it on my bed, unzip it and there the pink dress lays in its glory.

4 hours later, I take a shower and fix myself up. I stand before the mirror, staring at my reflection. I'm clad in a sparkling, longsleeved cocktail dress. My black, afro shoulder length hair is pulled up in an updo to compliment my brown skin.

I've never looked this beautiful. I take the time to admire myself and twirl as my dress flows in its wake. I then await Giselle's arrival.

A car pulls up and I immediately make my way outside. I open the door and get inside. Giselle is seated in the passenger seat and her old sugar daddy in the drivers seat.

The old man has pale skin and grey hair around his head but a bald spot in the middle and front. His white moustache sits below his nose.

I exchange greetings with him before Giselle looks back and compliments me.

"That dress looks stunning on you". She lifts her thumb up.

"You look amazing as well," I compliment. She is dressed in that same dress that she had picked yesterday that corresponds with her red lipstick.

I relax in my seat as I imagine what the event would be like. We arrive and butterflies in my stomach rampage. I am nervous. We get out of the car and I gawk at the sumptuous cars aligned. I have a beaten-up car that would be put to shame if it were here.

Giselle squeezes my shoulder. "Hang around. I have to be with him throughout the night, okay. I'll see you later". She walks away before I could even say a word. Her heels clank on the concrete ground as she makes her way into the venue.

I look around. Ground lights adorn the surrounding. I walk hesitantly towards the building and peek in head first before I fully get in, inhaling expensive perfume that wafts through the air. Grandeur cream curtains grace the huge room with a high ceiling.

Jazz music plays in the background as men besuited in luxurious pieces stand around, conversing and intaking wine. On the other hand, the women are clad in posh garments that put my dress to shame.

I already feel out of place. I don't know where to go or what to do. I tug at my dress and decide to make my way towards the bar to take a seat on the high stools. I sip on a drink as I assess the entire room filled with extravagantly wealthy individuals.

My eyes briefly pass one guy and then I look again. He is engaged in a conversation with two other gentlemen. His smile is mesmerizing. I brush it off but my eyes keep going back to scan him. He senses someone staring at him and his eyes meet with mine from a distance.

I look away but my hand accidentally brushes the perfectly stacked wine glasses and they come crushing down staining my dress with wine.

The shuttering glasses catches everyone's attention as I stand in abashment.

"I'm so sorry.." I leave and make my way outside to the rear. I wrap my hands around myself as the cold breeze hits me. Goosebumps arise and a tear streams down my cheek but I quickly wipe it away.

I'm so clumsy. I can't do anything right. I don't belong here so why the hell did I even come?
Someone's heels clank against the floor and I look up to see Giselle walking towards me.

"Kash, are you okay? We need to get your dress fixed," she offers.

"No, it's okay. It's just a little wine, it will dry" I say as I sniffle.

"You sure? Let's go back in then," she says and we make our way back in.

Everyone except me spends the rest of the hours enjoying the night. Announcements were made and everyone got to dance elegantly on the dance floor.

I spent the entire night staring at him, observing his movements and who he spoke to. I noticed he frequently intakes Brandy. Something about this man is truly captivating, I'm not exactly sure what. Maybe I just find him attractive.

I sit, still observing him when suddenly he makes his way out. I wonder why he left so early. What if I never see him again? I want to know more about him. Where does he live? My instinct tells me to follow him and I abide. My heels clank against the marble floor as I make my way towards the exit. I espy him getting into his dark blue McLaren.

I quickly go back in. I spot Giselle's sugar daddy's car keys sitted on the cocktail table as he is too engrossed in a conversation with others. I'm about to do something stupid.

I linger around them as I give an innocent smile before I quickly take the keys without anybody noticing. I march quickly towards the exit and see his car driving towards the gate.

I get into the car and drive out of the gate. I see his dark blue car in the distance as I follow it. I pursue him for 20 minutes until he drives into a gated community where mansions align.

I gape at the sight. I only ever see these things on the internet and never in person. I drive as I look around in astonishment. He makes a turn into a gate which opens up automatically.

I quickly park my car afar and get out, making my way passed the gate before it completely encloses. I gawk at the modern mansion before me. Light shines through the floor to ceiling windows. I hide behind a shrub, peeking to see him get into his house.

I get up and attempt to tip toe in my heels so as to not make a sound. I peep through the glass door and see him making his way up the stairs. The interior is spacious and opulent.

I get inside and take the time to admire the place.

After a while, I walk up the architecturally designed stairs, where at the top leads a hallway. At the end of it, a door is left ajar and I stalk towards it. I make my way in and look around. A king sized bed with white sheets and pillows sits opposite the floor to ceiling window.

I look at my right and that's when I see him in the shower. His naked butt displaying in its glory. The water cascades down his brown skin. His broad back flexes as he caresses his face. I gape at the sight before I promptly look away.

I amble towards the cabinet when I catch sight of a small photo frame seated atop it. I pick it up and inspect the picture. He smiles widely with a lady laying her head on his shoulder. I smile and trace my hands along the picture when suddenly a voice speaks from behind.

"Excuse me, who are you?"