Obsessed

twenty-five | let's go

June watched his friends get wasted, chugging bottles of champagne as if they'd die of thirst.

He didn't want to be here, he'd much rather be taking Amirlya out in a date, somewhere quiet and romantic. But it was the grand opening of Le Fleuve and he couldn't miss it. The owner of the nightclub was a huge partner to TEIC Inc, and a close friend.

"You need to lighten up June!" yelled Mo. Lucky for him, Mason was by his side. June scoffed as they made out. His appetite lost at the sight.

Secretly, he wished he was in that position, with Amirlya grinding on him as they danced to whatever Beyoncé song, that he couldn't name, blasted through the speakers.

"Don't tell me what to do."

Mo rolled his eyes at his best friend's stubbornness, "You're just upset that Amirlya isn't twerking on you right now." He chuckles.

Mohammed Nassan knew his best friend all too well. From the looks of it, June wanted to egearly leave the place so he could one, stalk the poor girl at her job, or two, stalk the girl in her dorm. Either way, it involved Amirlya.

"And?" June snapped back.

His pissy party mood all began when he saw Sandra Gullock arrive with her group of minions. The aura shifted instantly, and now all he could feel was irritation. He knew she'd make his night a living hell.

Fortunately the owner, Matt Ginzar, hated Sandra almost just as much as he did. Therefore, prohibited her from entering the upper level of the V.I.P section. He'd be safe for now, as long as he kept a low profile and stayed far far away from the psycho.

Sandra on the other hand, had already caught June on the balcony. She punched the security guard in his chest once more before walking off.

How dare he keep her away from the second floor? Did he not know she could get him fired? The audacity of that man!

Beatrice and Angela rubbed Sandra's back for comfort, hoping to alleviate her temper. They knew that an angry Sandra called for a chaotic night. The last thing both girls wanted to do was stuff another body inside of a trash bag.

"That motherfucker will pay, where the hell is Matt?!" She screeched.

"Maybe he's busy right now, how about we dance? I mean we're still in the V.I.P section, we can have fun." Beatrice suggested.

Once Sandra turned around, she instantly regretted her statement, fearing that she'd hit her again for trying to change the topic at hand.

To her surprise she was wrong.

"You know what? You're right! We could have fun here! Plus, I only have so much time to experiment with other guys before Juney marries me! Come on girls."

Shocked and excited, the girls looked at each other with their smiles stretched from ear to ear. They wanted nothing but alcohol poisoning and orgies tonight.

With that, the leader dragged her two minions towards the dance floor. However, after only a few minutes into feeling the grove, her eyes laid upon a familiar figure right across the room.

She wore a Merelda Vatican dress and Red Bottoms. 'How the fuck did she afford that?' Sandra thought to herself. Beatrice and Angela stared at her sullen face in worry.

"Why the fuck is she here?!" She whispered yelled to them.

They shrugged in sync, observing Amirlya who was dancing the night away alongside her best friend. There was no doubt the girl looked stunning, better than Sandra dare they say, but they gave her looks of disgust to please her.