As Valerie's story unfolds, the mystery surrounding her encounter with Mr. Grayson deepens. The web of questions and uncertainties continues to grow, leaving Valerie in a state of confusion and intrigue.
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"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR IF YOU FUCKING TONIGHT" we exclaimed
I felt confident and was enjoying myself. We had just spent the last 15 minutes taking shots, but I wasn't fully intoxicated yet. A sense of pure joy coursed through me, making me feel warm. Christian noticed this change in me; he sensed it.
His girlfriend playfully twirled his silver chain around his neck. Suddenly, it hit me - that was MY silver chain, the one he took from me when we went our separate ways. It was a Cartier chain... but I couldn't be upset. Interestingly, I was wearing the silver Bulgari bracelet he had gifted me. It seems we both harbor our own hidden secrets.
I found myself back-to-back with Christian, our hands accidentally meeting. Whoops, that wasn't intentional on my part. If fate is pushing us together, I won't resist it. He gently took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and then delicately traced the fabric of my dress, particularly near my ass. A shiver ran down my spine.
I wished I could spend tonight with him. If only he wasn't in a relationship. I'm not that kind of person, but the tension between Christian and me just now... We both understood our desires.
"Hailey," Christian groaned as she vomited. There it was. She had given in to too much alcohol. Oh well, more for me. Also, I haven't seen Emi all night. I guess she's making out with one of the workers.
"Hey Val, I'm going to leave now. Hailey had too much to drink. I hope you enjoy your birthday. Je t'aime," Christian said, giving me a look to make sure Hailey didn't see.
"I wish you could stay longer. I've missed you so much." I said
"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow." Christian gently touched my cheeks, running his fingers, especially his thumb, along my lips, applying gentle pressure.
WAIT Tomorrow? What the fuck does he mean by tomorrow? I couldn't even get the chance to ask him before he disappeared.
The others seemed to have disappeared until I felt a hand grab mine – it was Emi.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked. "I WAS TRYING TO GET THE GOOD STUFF FOR US!" she shouted over the loud music.
"I could only get one molly, so let's split it in half and enjoy it. Besides, you're coming home with me tonight anyway," she winked.
"Forget this, we only have 10 minutes again." I took half of the molly and popped it into my mouth. I felt unstoppable that night, the center of attention with all eyes on me. However, my focus was on one person. As he walked through the door and made his way to the table where I was dancing, everything else faded away.
"The Usual" He Said Fuckkk his voice was like heaven.
He smelt like fucking Savage Dior.
He wore a black long-sleeved shirt, rolled up to reveal his veiny hands and tattoos, showcasing his biceps, muscles, and fingers. As I looked at him, thoughts crossed my mind about what I desired him to do and how he would do it. His black wavy hair gently framed his forehead. His demeanor exuded wealth, accentuated by the presence of a Tiffany & Co. necklace around his neck. It was an item I had long coveted but couldn't obtain due to its "limited edition" pfttt my ass.
Emi and I found ourselves dancing on the table for another five minutes. A feeling of heat started to build within me, likely due to the pill. Despite having taken it before and being aware of the effects, I decided tonight was the night. His intense dark brown eyes were fixed on me, observing as I moved gracefully, raising the slit of my dress even higher.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed his fists clenching and his jaw tensing. He exuded an intense heat. Though he appeared to be in his mid-30s, if he were in his 40s, it wouldn't have bothered me. My body longed for him that night, yet my mind cautioned against it. I chose to play hard to get.
Emi leaped off the table, seized my hand, and whisked me into our party room while covering my eyes, plunging me into total darkness. "What's going on!?" I feigned surprise, though I already knew.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCHHH!!' The room lit up, confetti and glitter filled the air, leaving me shimmering. I was thrilled.
"OMG THANK YOU GUYS," I cheered, embracing them and bouncing with joy. "And for your 19th birthday, we're going to give you a surprise," Adele announced.
"A WHAT NOW???" I exclaimed. "A FUN SURPRISE!" "Now, open your mouth and take this in." As I complied, flashes, photos, and videos – could this night get any better?
The surprise was a fucking blowjob. I had to gobble that bitch down within seconds, and after, they made me drink vodka, and I was completely intoxicated. I even forgot about taking the molly. I was eager to go out and have more, but the image of that man's face lingered in my mind.
Cameron led me downstairs, spinning me around, while I sensed a penetrating gaze watching my every move. As I danced, he was now close to me. I was startled. The man I desired was behind me as I provocatively moved against him. I could feel his strong presence through his trousers. In that moment, we both understood our mutual desire.
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