The President's Iniquitous Daughter (18+) [Major Editing, Updating and Writing]

💖CHAPTER FOUR💖: Boys vs Girls💃🏽🕺🏽.

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[Noemi]

President's Ricci House, Living room, dance competition, boys vs girls, 20:45pm.

I can't believe this is happening. I'm glad I'm not participating in this dance competition, specifically boys versus girls. It's going to be intense because I'm apparently the judge of this competition and I have to critically judge them. A maid offered to play the music beside me because I can only judge them. Individually.

I don't know why I'm doing this but I'm glad I'm not participating and my legs have an excuse not to join this competition. I'm sitting in front of them and they are warming up, loosening themselves up, unbuttoning shirts, removing heels and tying their hairs up and getting comfortable.

"Alright, who's gonna start, first of all you need a team leader in each group and those two leaders will do Rock, Paper and Scissors with each other, the winner will start off first!"
I say simply.

"Alright, let's pick a leader!"
My father hollers.

They huddle in their groups.

What song shall we play for the winner? I think as an idea comes into my head. Let's play some Latina music. I look at them as I see Máximo and my older sister Alessia stand in front of each other. Máximo winks at her amusingly as she smirks at him. I hate him. I don't know why but I grew to hate him over dinner.

He couldn't stop staring, glancing and eye fucking me. It bothered me so much. I told him politely can he not look at me because he's making me feel uncomfortable and queasy plus I have lost my appetite because of his staring. The girls were giving me "atta girl" looks at me though dinner and he complied and stopped looking at me like I'm his dessert. He's an absolute creep.

"Have you picked a leader?"
I holler.

"Yeah!"
They all said.

"Go on, play rock, paper, scissors!"
I say carelessly.

I smoke my father's cigar, closing my eyes as this sudden relief washes over me. Mhm, I feel relaxed. I sigh and look at them. They are playing it and the boys won. Off course. I lean into the maid's ear and whisper.

"Play Anitta and Becky G Banana!"
I whisper grinningly. The maid grins amusingly as she searches for the song. She finds it.

"You ready boys?"
I ask. They howl and holler as I nod at the maid as she plays the song.

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I look at the boys who were listening to the song, trying to dance but they can't follow the beat properly and it's confusing them. I grin mischievously as they struggle to dance. Oh dear. I keep my cigar in my mouth and write minus 10 on the whiteboard. I place the pen on the table and told the maid to cut the song because the boys are trying to dance, but they are busy arguing, telling each other to do something. I whistle to catch their attention as they look at me quizzically. I raise my board and show them the score on the first song they have. They groan as the girls cheer in excitement. I take the cigar out my mouth and look at them amusingly.