The Flamboyant

Chapter 1: In the Los Angeles

"Hey, want some vodka?" some kind of creepy creature approached me while I'm sitting on one of the couch of my favorite bar, The Lucky.

This place is wonderful but not the people inside it. Well, except me.

This is addressed as The LUCKY bar, but a girl like me whose beauty exceeds is unlucky because many busy buzzing bees are luring around just like this one whose offering me a vodka. If I know he added some kind of drugs in there just to drug me and drag me with him and screw me in.

"No" I replied.

"Woah, don't be shy. I'm just being friendly here." huh friendly his ass. He's starting his business from touching my hands, to my shoulder then hugging my bare waste a little. I gave him a grin and hold his shoulder, hold his hand that soon he willingly held and

"Mr., first, Don't touch my bare skin b'coz it's for eyes only. Second, are you dumb? don't you know the word NO? Incase you don't know, well it's a word, a sign of hesitation or refusal which is often used whenever some ass face offers a drugged vodka to a goddess and lastly I want you to take this home " and I sweetly gave him the best body contact ever by kneeing his abd. He curled in pain and I just realized I'm being harsh. so, "Here, for the hospitalization, incase." I placed a hundred dollar bill in his jacket's side pocket And went to the parking lot where my lovely red Lambourghini Veneno roadster awaits.

(Time check 2 am)

I decided to go home.

I went straight to my room after I park my Veneno beside my Black Bugatti Veyron.

I slamp myself in my king-sized bed and fell asleep above my smooth pillow.

*telephone ringing*

I reached my phone with eyes closed

[Nathalia. office.now]

[a minute dad] then I hunged up.

Another call from the king. I have no choice but to rise up, and Do my morning rituals. (Time: 10 am) after 40 minutes, I'm done. so I went straight to my dad's office. More in the library. I went in.

"I did not forget to teach you how to knock." He told me facing he's big window. therefore, I'm facing his back. I took a step backward, and knock at the door, as if I'm asking permission to come in when infact I'm already in. Daddy is really strict.

"Take a seat." He told me, but I remain standing. I don't wanna take a seat. "What now Dad? "I know there's something he's up to that's why he wants me here.

"Philippines"

"When?"

"Tomorrow. 4 am"

"K"

"Good. you may now proceed."

That's how we talk to each other. I know my dad too much. The only thing I don't know is, what am I going to do in the philippines and what will happen to me and my life there? tch another mission to accomplish.

I spend the whole day, reading some business papers. at the age of 16, I'm now reading this things as if I just succeeded with a business course or somethin'. eventually, I gotbored so I opened my instagram and posted a cute photo of mine. After, 36 minutes, I got 5389 loves and 1675 comments telling me that I'm beautiful, cute, pretty, hot and many more. Again, Im tired so, I yawn and sleep again. this is my day cycle.

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"Be good. Im watching you." That's what dad told me before I left U.S awhile ago.