𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

17.

Cold - sensation produced by the loss of heat from the body, caused by the low temperature of the external environment towards the internal of a living being.

At this point, cold was something we didn't feel in our bodies as we waited in line to enter the Perola Club.

The amount of alcohol in my blood was unreal. I felt everything around me, I felt light and without worries. Chiara felt the same, maybe more.

Chiara held her phone with the GPS on while I tried to do my best driving to this place. 

No doubt driving drunk was on the list of things I would never do in this life. But here I am, with Nicola's favorite car keys in my purse. And the all black Bugatti Veyron crossed in the middle of the street confirmed that today was the first and last time that I would drive drunk.

Obviously, the choice of car was my work. If I was going to tease Nicola, I was going todo it in every possible way. 

I don't know when they would arrive from Colombia but I know that, being in one of his clubs, he would know that I had broken one of the rules of the contract. 

And I couldn't care more.

Chiara had returned to my side with a smile on her face and two cigarettes in her hand.

She was dressed in a tight white shirt with long, baggy sleeves and feathered cuffs. The neckline of the shirt was in V and made her breasts show. 

To match that shirt, she wore a glittery silver skirt, wide but very short, and high-heeled sandals that tied in the middle of her calf. A white small lady dior bag matched the outfit and accessories. Her hair was half up in a big white bow and the rest of her hair was curled.

She gave me one of the cigarettes she had in her hand and I took a lighter out of my black Prada System bag for us to smoke.

"Nicola is going to be sooooooo upset" she said giggling taking a drag from her cigarette.

"I hope sooooo" I said lighting my cigarette.

"Especially if he saw you dressed like that" I rolled my eyes. My outfit was approved by Chiara after I wanted to come in pants and a top and she wouldn't let me. 

I wore the tight black skirt with a slit that almost showed my panties and that covered my belly piercing, belongs to Chiara. This one highlighted my hips and my ass. I wore my black lace corset that I've been wanting to wear, tight enough to make my tits burst out of it.

To complete the look, I wore my tall black platform boots that fell just below the knee. I wore gold accessories and smoothed my short hair. 

The strange feeling of feeling beautiful made me anxious. I'm feeling very very beautiful and hot.

So many words feelings.

Feelings.

I laughed to myself.

 "Why do you say that?" I asked Chiara as we moved down the line.

"Well" she said expelling the smoke from her lungs "After what you told me that happened in your room I'm sure he doesn't hate you".

"I hate him and that's enough" I said and she scoffed.

"You're literally breaking rules you never thought you'd break to provoke him. I'm sure if you hated him you'd be at home avoiding any contact with him."

Oh, she's right. But I hate him. 

Or not? 

Yea! I do!