Breathless

it's not for sale

"Mr Ziegler is a strict and furious man." Thomas added.

"Are you sure you can cope with him? Because he has no cordial relationship with you." Billy added.

"Cordial or not cordial, I don't care. All I know am going to do whatever he wants, as far as he is not gonna take my lungs from me." Justin retorted.

Bursting into laughter, Ryan said, "oh you mean bianca? Dude, you are going on a sex break, kiss break and cuddle break."

"Its a love strike." Billy chuckled.

"Better hold your dick before it holds you." Thomas laughed.

"Come on Tom, his dick needs bianca right now, but she's not here. Or should I say she's not physically here?" Ryan laughed.

Giving them a weird look, "are you guys mad? Will you stop talking nonsense? Or do you think I can't sex bianca if I want to?" Justin snapped.

"Dude, do you want to die of Bianca's father's wrath? You are my only brother and I don't want to lose you."

"Men, like seriously, bianca could go on the love strike, but what about Justin? I bet this nigga would sneak into bianca's window overnight."

"Yeah Billy, just like the movies. Where the guy will sneak into the girl's room and start digging till the next morning." Ryan chuckled.

Looking at Justin's grumpy face, Thomas laughed. "Jus, tell me that you won't feed your dick tonight. I mean, tonight is the fashion gala and you'll have all the time on earth with bianca."

Clenching his hands into a fist, Justin closer his eyes and took a deep breath to compress the anger of strangling his friends to death.

"You can trust me dude, I promise I won't tell." Ryan whispered soundly.

Poking his middle finger out, Justin waved it at his friends face simultaneously. "Fuck–you–all" he said before barging upstairs.

....

7:43pm

Couture Hall

"Oh my God, look at this beautiful dress." One of the guests complimented bianca's dress.

Bianca was wearing a 'Red Women's Long Beaded Halter Satin Prom Dress A Line Open Back Evening Gowns.' and a silver heel and silver glittering purse to match. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and she has a light makeup on.

Immediately she walked in, everyone in the hall couldn't take their eyes off her. Both men and women, they complimented her gown.

Bianca specially made the gown for herself. Without posting a second of it on sale. Majority of the female guests approached her, to order the dress, but she knock them off by saying 'it's not for sale.'

Giving her a sweet smile, "thank you ma'am."

"My dear, how much is the gown? I don't mind paying millions for it." One of the guests insisted.

"Am sorry ma'am, but its just this one and it's not out for sale." Bianca replied politely and left.

Frowning her face, bianca thought, "what's up with them? Is she the only one wearing a red evening gown? Why don't they go to the other people and ask them for theirs? Ugh, these people are unbelieve––ahh, oh my God, am so sorry I bumped into you."

Dusting his blazer, "its alright, I–" the random guy swallowed his remaining words when he saw the beautiful woman standing in front of him.

Scrunching her brows, "excuse me are you okay?"