She is a young, beautiful woman who is tired of all her responsibilities and just wants to feel free for once.
After meeting a charming and attractive man in a private club, they end up spending the night together.
Two months after her sudden disapp...
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"I'm a prisoner to my addiction" ______
The stereotypical uptight, never going out, always working, old-fashioned girl: Kalyani was the typical model.
Since childhood, having been raised by strict African parents, the only things she was really taught were to be a good wife, to take care of a house and to cook.
Going out with friends, whims and boyfriends were things she looked at from afar without ever daring to give them any interest. On top of that, her parents' financial situation didn't help matters much. Her family was poor, very poor. How could she have integrated into this society without money, where everything can be bought nowadays? Anyway, she didn't have time. She was busy working and being the "hope" of her family.
She was her father's oldest daughter. Kalyani had an older brother and a younger sister. Her brother Kamel had fallen into the vices of the street since his teens and had fallen into drugs in his early twenties. He had dropped out of school and spent his days smoking. So he wasn't exactly a role model. Her little sister, Koreli, well, let's just say she was too young for any hope to be dumped on her shoulders yet.
In short, Kalyani was "stuck up" but undoubtedly beautiful. Only, even this beauty was not to be revealed. She hid it under heavy scarves and big glasses. It was a way for her to make sure that no man would come near her. She didn't have time for that, she had to work. That was also the reason she had just moved to Vegas a week ago.
The sun was in the sky and the breeze was cool and light. She had put on big boots and a long coat over her shirt and jeans. She had a date with Emma, her best friend since forever. These two girls had grown up together but had absolutely nothing in common.
Emma was a pretty little white girl with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had long eyelashes and pretty pink lips. She was unreal, she looked like she had no flaws. She was perfect.
Her parents were English and her father was the director of a very big label. Thanks to this, she belonged to the world of luxury and rubbed shoulders with celebrities from a very young age. She had never experienced any difficulties, in fact it was something she didn't really understand. Emma was particularly outgoing, like no one else. She loved meeting people and had a long list of exes. Yet she was a nice girl. She was sweet and very open.
She was the one who proposed to Kalyani to join her in Vegas. Even if at the beginning the young woman was not very excited by this idea, the long speeches of her father had finally convinced her or to be more correct had forced her.
When she arrived at the restaurant where they were supposed to meet, the waiter immediately directed her to the VIP area. Emma was sitting at a table, a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. When Kalyani got to her level, she looked up and smiled as she recognized her friend.
