Trouble

1: Him

I applied the final coat of my bright red lipstick and pursed my lips.

Perfect. I smirked at the reflection in the mirror. The dress I had picked out was the color of fresh cherries. It reached mid-thigh and its back was low cut to just below my waist. Simple and sexy. Just the way I liked it.

My curled dark hair was styled up in a bun with a few tendrils loose here and there revealing my long neck and the thick chain silver necklace I wore. No expensive gemstones today, I’d most probably lose this one like I did every time.

Slipping on my heels I checked my phone for the time. It was nine, the party had begun at eight. But being fashionably late was more preferable than being an early bird. I took one last drag on my cigarette before I stubbed it out. I got up and looked at the mirror once more and exhaled slowly.

Casually stuffing my mobile, lipstick and cigarettes into a little silver purse I made my way out of the house. Mom and dad weren’t home once again, not that I minded it. We didn’t get along much anyways. As long as they didn’t stop sending over as much money I asked for, I was fine.

Mackenzie, the chauffer, opened the driving seat of my Ferrari to let me in. Once I was comfortably settled in, he handed me the keys. I revved up the engine listening to its smooth purr and drove out, towards Richard Nightly’s mansion. Luckily it wasn’t far from here so I got there in roughly ten minutes.

The strobe lights indicated it was the correct house as I parked my car and made my way up the small flight of steps to the front door. I pulled out my sexy smirk and opened the door, letting the music wash over me. Calvin Harris blared from the speakers and outside I could see the dance floor clustered with people. Before I could make my way across to the bar at the opposite side of the room I was interrupted by none other than the host of this party, Richard.

‘Vicky! So glad you could make it.’ He leaned forward to kiss my cheek, or so I think because his lips landed beneath my ear, lingering there for a few seconds.

I didn’t quite mind, Richard was tall, tan and muscular. You’d think he was a jock but he was the opposite, a genius.  But a player more or less, so he was part of the elite at North High.  Not only was he handsome, he was also amazing in bed. If I didn’t already have the best pick, I would be spending my nights with him. Well most of them.

‘Thank you for the warm welcome, Richard.’ I giggled and winked at him.

‘Hope you have a good time darling.’ He pulled out a smiled and winked back as I felt his hand lightly grope my ass.

I untangled myself from him slowly, relishing his touch and went over to the bar. The bartender filled up a shot glass of tequila for me on request and I downed around three before making my way to the other side of the sliding glass doors.

It was louder outside. The music the laughter and constant chatter. The pool was alive, full of half naked and fully naked people. As I cut through the crowd, the boys stopped and stared and the girl’s either threw dirty looks, rarely admiring ones. But I had my eyes set on my man on the other side of the dance floor grinding a short yet big breasted girl. As she gyrated on his jean clad genitals he enjoyed feeling up her butt.

Usually this sort of scene would send a girlfriend in a jealous frenzy but I was used to this. I was just as bad as him. We both cheated on each other openly like it was no problem. I didn’t care because even if he fucked another woman he was mine in the end. My boyfriend.

Derek was just as controllable as me, which means he couldn’t be put on a leash. So restricting each other just caused complications. My bad boy lusted woman and violence. His inked body was warning enough. The only thing he actually ever cared for was his bike it seemed. A Harley Davidson FXR, his baby. The only woman he ever let on the bike was me and that alone was enough for me.