"You really are so whimsical, mother," Seph winded her glowing, bronzed arms around her mothers neck in a loving embrace as she stood behind her, her hungry, lust-filled eyes dancing over Julian who was sat across from Seph's mother and herself. He didn't seem to notice her gaze rooted on him and he read the newspaper that was spread out on the counter.
Untangling herself from her mother, Stella Blythe, she sauntered over to the fridge. Seph was clad in nothing but a tiny bikini, as she had been previously sunbathing out by the pool. It was one of her favourites - rose gold in color, from the new Givenchy collection. It didn't leave much to the imagination.
Twirling a wispy tendril of chocolate brown hair around her finger, she bent over to check out the contents at the bottom of the fridge. Well, that was a lie. Really she was just trying to grab Julian's attention, who seemed completely uninterested.
Giving up, she grabbed a bottle of water and perched her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, waltzing back out to the pool.
No point wasting my time in there, if I could be outside sunbathing instead, she reminded herself. Feeling the scorching hot sun beating down on her slender body, Seph grumbled to herself. Usually she could attract the attention off any man without even having to try.
Seph always got what she wanted, and was never given "no" as an answer, so she was surprised that Julian just won't seem to give her the time of day.
However, Seph did love a challenge. She played games with people and their minds, finding extreme joy and pleasure from this. There was no doubt that she was a bitch, and she knew it herself. But who cares? She was rich and beautiful, what more could you want?
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I'm sorry this chapter was so short, I promise they'll get longer as I continue with the story, right now I just want to upload it as soon as possible bcoz I'm so excited
I hope u all enjoy reading this as much as I do writing it , XX
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RomancePersephone Blythe. Every man's wildest dream and every woman's deepest fear. She was a seventeen year old scream queen, raised in champagne lavished limousines all her life, and receiving anything and everything handed to her on a silver platter. ...