𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

in the club

Billie POV
I stood in the mirror examining my outfit, carefully dissecting every piece of clothing.

I heard that Anika and her...male friend would be at the Golden Crest tonight. Now I'm not one to be petty (I am) but she's been ignoring the hell out of me for that worthless prick all because she wants our affair to remain sacred. So I was thinking why not piss her off by bringing a girl to the club with me?

I changed out of the Calvin Klein blazer suit I had on and slipped on black Gabardine Wide Leg Pants with a black leather belt, a white wife beater, a Barena Venezia Cedrone Button Up Over shirt, Christian Dior Couture Socks and green "Aime Leon Dore" new balance sneakers.

I sprayed Dolce & Gabbana Pour Homme onto my body, going through my jewelry drawer to look for a watch.

I decided on my favorite, a Patek Philippe Nautilus. I put a pair of Cartier Rimless Metal Optical Glasses on my face then a Clash de Cartier necklace around my neck.

I left my hair fluffy and free parted then came out of my room to see Bianca waiting for me on the couch.

She's pretty, beautiful if we're being honest but she's not my type. She's too much of a groupie, I don't like it.

"You ready to go?" I asked her

"Yes." She replied

Bianca's hair was blonde, flat-ironed and straight. She wore a White Satin Sleeveless Spaghetti Strap Mini Dress, Giuseppe Zanotti Harmony Crystal embellished patent-leather sandals and her Chanel Caviar Jumbo Flap Bag.

Bianca smelled of CHANEL Gabrielle and Vanilla perfume.

For her jewelry she had a 1895 white gold necklace and a Tiffany Victoria Tennis Bracelet

Her tall 5'9 slim frame walked over to me, looping her arm in mines as we exited out of the house

"Wear protection." Dad placed his hand on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear

"I'm not gonna fuck her." I whispered to him annoyed

"Have fun kids." Dad smiled as we walked past him

I held the passenger door open to my black 1954 Chevrolet Corvette and helped her in.

"Thank you." She thanked me

"No problem." I replied before jogging over to my side and getting in

I quickly turned the engine over then pulled out of the driveway, slightly turning the knob up to the radio as we drove down the streets of Yonkers.

"You smell really good." Bianca's hand brushed past my bulge

"Thanks." I chuckled nervously

"Where are we going again, Billie?" She asked

"You'll see, it's a surprise." I shifted in my chair causing her to retract her hand back to her side

"Whoops my bad, I didn't mean to..." She looked away embarrassed

"Mmhm." I chewed on a piece of mint gum

Sooner or later we were in front of the Golden Crest. I helped Bianca out of the car which quickly turned into a paparazzi surrounding us and taking pictures. I forgot to mention that Bianca or Bianca De Vinci, is a famous model from France. I understand people are somewhat obsessed with celebrities but do they have to be so obnoxious?

I can't name how many times paparazzi in Italy and America would bombard me while in public simply because I make clothes and has been labeled the most successful 20 year old of the century. It's cool and all but LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.