Sybil Krishan had only one wish in her entire life - to find her Knight of the Shining Armor that would captivate her heart, not momentary but eternity. Sybil was young, vivacious and of angelic beauty. She was ambitious to marry a rich guy to enjoy...
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The Chauffeur dignified in his white uniform maneuvered the steering wheel of black Mercedes-AMG GT as he drove home Sybil. Sybil was seated at the back seat, behind the Chauffer, glancing through the tinted window. The car smelled a combination of pine and citrus air deodorizer. By the looks, the car was newly purchased. The background instrumental love songs stirred Sybil's imagination. The Chauffeur was an old soul or a lonely soul the way he chose the song. Sybil fantasized that she was the modern Cinderella who just married a billionaire prince charming. That was her dream, to be a modern Cinderella. It was a good feeling inside a luxurious brand new car. It hit her megalomania, craving for grandeur. She thought everyone does crave for grandeur and it was normal craving for everyone but too much of it, may also lead for her downfall in relationship. Yet in her, she had to find that prince charming and she was willing to pray the price for her dream to come true. That was Sybil stubbornness.
When she recalled what had happened last night, she was embarrassed and mortified. Her self-esteem went down. She felt uneasy and chills ran down her spine. Cold chills. She thought she was brave for a one night stand just to experience sex and fun. She thought she was ready to give-up her virginity to Alfredo Cortez, the rich businessman. She was glad it didn't happen and she questioned why Alfredo had not taken advantage of her... She was naked when she woke-up and for sure, Alfredo had seen her naked body.
"Ah damn. That was the craziest thing I have ever done. Almost but not almost! Oh God. If that happened Alfredo was the lucky guy to take my virginity. Oh did she have sex with me? I didn't feel pain between my thighs. Oh my head hurts." Sybil's imagination was running wild and provocative.
"Miss Krishan." The Chauffeur called her attention. He raised his neck while looking at the front view mirror to see Sybil at the back seat. Sybil was hiding behind his back seat so he couldn't see her. She had no guts to show herself to the Chauffeur. She was ashamed of herself, a sense of guilt.
"Yes, er your name." Sybil lifted her head when he answered him, still hiding from the Chauffeur.
"Call me Justine."
"Justine Biber? A nice pun from Sybil that made Justine laughed.
"No, Ms. Krishan." He politely said.
"I am just kidding you."
"I know. You have great sense of humor!"
Sybil cackled and it relieved her a little bit from her stress. It was quarter 9 am and for sure Tara was fretting her heart away – what happened to her last night? Why she didn't call – the troubles he made and for being accomplice of her crime.
"You are beautiful lass; you can be a Hollywood star."
"You are joshing me." Sybil blushed a bit. Cheek turned pinkish but saying that she could be a Hollywood star tickled her.
