Heir to the Khalil Throne✔️

01:One Night Only

I must be the only person who thinks about when the holiday ends while still on holiday. I came to Saint Tropez with my friends for some rest and all I can think about is my job.

I am barely passionate about it, I hate it but it was my father's dream to be a computer programmer and I aim to please.

"Girl, you can't keep sun lounging."

"If I am not two shades darker by the time we leave, I'm not going to be happy."

"Okay, okay. Are you still coming to L'Esqui?"

"When are we leaving?"

"In two hours."

"It is six?"

"It's almost six, we wanted to get something to eat before making our way there."

"Okay, let me go get dressed." One thing I learnt in the five days that I have been here, is that less is more, which is why I am wearing a crochet dress with a bikini underneath.

Lerato got us a VIP table, how she pulls these things off always amazes me but that is my friend, she planned this holiday and got us an amazing villa, a private jet to the province and a private shuttle to drive us around.

"Come dance with me!" Sasha asks as she places her drink on the table, she drags me onto the dancefloor and starts dancing, she has always been a free dancer, always done what she wanted, how she wanted and with her own motivations. As the night goes on, the other girls join us on the dancefloor.

I head to the bar, and order some water for the table and on for myself now. I try to sit on the chair but it is a bit high.

"Let me help you." a man says from my left side

"I'm not going to stay long."

"Still." I hand my hand to him so he can hoist me onto the barstool. "I saw you on the dancefloor."

"Oh, stalker?"

"Admirer."

"Oh, can I get the name of my admirer?"

"Darius, Darius Khalil." he holds his hand out

"Bohlokoa, you can call me Bk."

"No surname?"

"Why do you need it?"

"Just curious."

"Well you have to earn that." the bartender places a glass of water in front of me and places what I assume is whiskey guessing by the glass and colour  "I will be seeing you, Mr Khalil." even in the darkness, I can see the twinkle in his eyes

The girls head back to our table for a water break and we also order a snack, we are partying until we drop.

As we continue dancing, I notice him making his way near me, I would have guessed he was going to one of my friends but he was looking at me and when he notices my glance, his lips turn into a smirk before his tongue makes it's way out of his mouth to lick his lower lip.

He stands in front of me and he is lofty in front of me.

"Can I dance with you?" is this man trying to fuck me?

"Sure, Mr Khalil."

"Do you know the things you do to me when you call me by my last name?"

"I have not noticed." I have noticed, I turn round and start twerking to the song on him, he places his hands around my waist as I whine on him, maybe it is the alcohol but I am enjoying myself, the song changes and I turn back to face him, his hands still attached to my waist "Are you good?"