Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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The lunch with Arman couldn't have gone any worse. It never occured to me at the time to just go back to the office and leave him to have his lunch but, God, I wish I did. The silence was excruciating. He even maintained a great deal of distance between us for the entire duration of the dinner and the ride back to Mini Piffler's. The conversation at lunch was strained and very one-sided. I even resorted to absolute silence for the last few minutes. I'd be damned if I found myself begging for conversation from him. A few seconds earlier his fingers were all up inside of me and his mouth on mine and now, I couldn't even get a glance from him. The most I heard out of him was that I was not allowed to pay for lunch. I didn't care though. I took care of my bill and left him in the restaurant by himself after that. I don't hate myself enough to sit through another minute of unbearable silence. I'd be damned. I'm not begging him for anything, and whether it was his intention or not to make me uncomfortable, he did and I'll despise him for that. For a little.
Tonight, I've decided to go clubbing. A very un-christian thing to do, I know but I'm doing it anyway. There's a new club that is opening up a few blocks away from the hotel, and it would just be a ten minute walk. The tension in the hotel is too much, and seeing as it is a Friday night, everyone would be in and up till late. I honestly want to minimise the level of interaction between me and Arman because his behaviour was unacceptable and I don't care how sexually attracted I am to him, no-one disrespects me like that. Furthermore, our actions in the limo left me in a tizzy and I'm uncomfortable about the entire situation.
"Sariah, where are you going?" Gerald shouts, walking into my room. "Gah damn, you look hot!"
"Don't you have a girlfriend." I retort, narrowing my eyes at him checking me out.
"Yes, but we're friends right? And, friends are honest with each other. And right now, you look mighty fine." he says, coming up behind me in the mirror.
His eyes spent an awful lot of time staring at my ass that I had to turn around and smack his chest. He chuckled before walking over to my bed.
"On a serious note, where are you going looking like that?"
"Up. The new club down the block." I said, adjusting the hoop earrings in my ear.
"Up? That's the name?" he asks, chuckling. "Anyways, where'd you hear about it?"
"I overheard the secretary at Mini Piffler's tell a friend about it. That lady is always so grumpy, and the way she spoke about the club with light in her eyes, I thought why not. Imma check it out."
"Oh, well I'm coming." he said, walking over to the door.
I turned around so quickly I could've gotten a whiplash. "No, you're not!"
"Hey! We're friends. I'm not letting you go to a club looking like that and worse, alone!" he said, shutting the door after.
I huff, annoyed at how controlling the men around me are. I quickly chucked my gloss and phone in my purse and walked out the door with it.
