The Rich And Bold

Friends with benefits

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SAVANNAH

Stepping into the beautifully decorated, expensive house always drained me of whatever energy that I had. It was supposed to make me feel safe and it was supposed to make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world because it was one of the biggest, most admired houses in New York, but it made me feel depressed. The people who lived in it made me feel depressed. I did not even have a single happy memory of the God-forsaken mansion, yet it was the house that I grew up in.

"Oh Savannah, I cannot believe you have these juvenile things on, your school allows them... a lady doesn't-"

"Good evening to you too, mother." I cut her off before she went into a rant over my acrylic nails. They weren't even that long. They were normal length. "I'm well, how are you too?"

"Oh, don't give me that" She responded, as she inspected my gown. "If you cared about my well-being, you would not have moved out of here to invade your sister's privacy and you would call me often."

"Yeah, well, that makes two of us. I wonder if you still have my number."

"Don't be silly." She said and eyed me with her brown emotionless eyes.

She didn't complain about my white, body-hugging, floor-length gown, so I guessed that she approved of it. God forbid that she ever complimented me about anything.

I rolled my eyes and walked around her to join the guests in the events room.

"Ladies don't roll-"

"Whatever, mother." I retorted.

"It's your father's 60th birthday and our wedding anniversary." She stressed. "Please, try not to be a disappointment for once." She threw after me.

I quickened my pace and left the lounge.

I disliked my parents to my core. All they ever knew and cared about were their guests, their company, and their reputation. They were against anything and anyone that did not fall into their plans or fit their criteria of perfection. They were the reason I was who I was, and I was never going to forgive them for it. All my life, I had never known parental love. I had not even known the love of my sister, because she liked to kiss the asses of my parents. She was nice and great, really; we just didn't have that sisterly bond. She had always been busy doing everything our parents wanted and joining every group and activity they wanted her to be a part of. She never had time for us to bond. Then, she got married and even the little time she had was taken away by family and work. I had always been the rebellious child who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, and I loved myself for it. I did not want to live my life like the robots my parents were, and honestly, had it not been for my brother-in-law, my sister may have turned out exactly how my mom did. He grounded her and made her a better person. I wanted the love and security that they had and wanted to be nothing like my parents. The only thing I wanted from them, was their legacy and to be spectacular business moguls like they were.

Before I made it to the events room, I made a detour to my room upstairs and locked it as soon as I entered. I leaned against the door and shut my eyes firmly, willing myself not to cry. I hated the feeling of never being enough, the feeling of being unloved... That was why I slept with so many men; they at least wanted me. They never expected anything from me, and I knew not to expect anything from them. Despite their not expecting any feelings from me, they still wanted me, unlike my family who never did.

It was because I did not want to feel the constant heaviness in my chest, and the depression from being constantly criticised that I moved out. No one knew how deep my emotions and thoughts run. I always appeared happy and playful. I looked like I had a perfect life, which I did if you took out my family, but it messed up with me emotionally and mentally. There were days that I cried for hours on my pillow, wishing that someone would love me. The only one who knew was Kai. And whilst I knew that he and my other friends loved me, I knew that one day, they were all going to have their own lives, heck, they already did; then I would still be left unloved, probably married to the next richest man, as a business contract, who would match up to my family's wealth, and then we would give birth to two children, solely for the purpose that they would carry on the family legacy. My loveless, and bitter life would continue. If my children ended up hating me like I hated my parents, then I would eventually drink myself into liver disease, whilst I cheated on my husband till the day I died. That was my expected future.