Kande Beach

Hate me

Nishaan's POV:

When Mr. Skywalker asked me to dance, I gave in but a second after we were disturbed by the anchor guy.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiter. I had stopped counting by now how many drinks I had till now but I was having fun. I turned around and took a glimpse of Jackson who was with his mother, not looking at me.

I turned away feeling queery.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Hope you all are enjoying the evening so far. I'm Raymond McCarthy and your host for tonight. First of all I want to thank you all on - behalf of the Skywalker Foundation - for coming here and spending your precious time with us..."

Everyone applauded as they all smiled and cheered.

I, on the other hand was figuring out how to clap with my champagne class.

At the end I decided not to clap.

Fuck it, it's fine.

His dad, besides me, gave me a soft smile and I awkwardly smiled back.

"Tonight is very special and rare then all the other charity balls we had till now because ........

"... Everyone is asked to refrain from taking any pictures or video shooting and If caught then will be faced with some serious claims. So let's raise some money,"

"Tonight we have special permission from Mr. Jackson Skywalker to take his lady on dance."

Everyone cheered as all the attention got fixed on me.

Wait.

What the hell?

"I'd like to invite Miss. Nishaan up on the stage..."

"Wait what?" I looked at Jackson. He gave me a clueless look.

"It's fine, go..." Mr. Skywalker patted my back and I looked at him nervously.

"Why me?"

"Because I'm the prettiest?" I chuckled at him.

"That you are..."

Raymond already had made its way towards me.

"Go and raise millions," Mr. Skywalker winked.

"Will do," I winked.

Raymond extended his hand for me to grab. "Mi Lady,"

"Mi... Host?" I gave my hand in playfully. My confidence was skyrocketing as I was built for these things. I got on the stage gracefully.

My eyes were scanning the crowd and my eyes landed on Mr. Jackson. He was whispering something back to her mother.

There was a small part of me that was anticipating his bid too and there was a huge part of me that was anticipating his non participation.

"Let the bid begin for a one in life time opportunity of the special dance with this pretty lady,"

"10 thousand dollars," some guy bided.

Woah.

"20 thousand dollars," another guy bided.

"50 THOUSAND DOLLARS," Scott Simons entered the bidding, the guy who harassed me bided before.

Oh my god, not this guy.

I panicked.

"50 Thousand dollars and am I hearing more?" Raymond encouraged.

My feet were getting cold. And I was praying hard to God that please help me.

Not him.

I didn't want to dance with that pervert.