"Wake up!" a husky voice demanded. I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and it took me a while to realize where I really was. To be honest I was kind of wishing this whole situation was a dream because no matter how many time I told myself before that I didn't regret anything, truth be told I was starting to regret it now. It just didn't seem right. Getting paid to be someone's fake girlfriend? That so wasn't me. I looked up at an impatient looking Chris.
"I'm up! I'm up! Jeez stop shaking me!" I said in a whiny voice that made me sound like I was ten.
"You are one heavy sleeper," He said. "Now get up and get dressed or I'll take off without you."
Was that suppose to make me get out of bed and get dressed quicker? I wouldn't mind if he left without me, I'm not a big fan of the party scene anyway. What's so fun about drinking til you're wasted at some club?
"Chop Chop," Chris said clapping his hands and then he headed out of my room. I opened my closet and found a dress I don't recall owning with a note attached to it. Apparently the management decided it was okay for them to pick out the outfits I wore on my nights out with Chris. I'm not complaining I mean who can complain about free clothes? As long as they aren't skimpy, I'm good.
I hit the shower and did my hair. It took longer than I thought. When I was done I took a good look in the mirror. I had to look perfect. No doubt there would be paparazzi there. Also a part of me wanted Chris to think I was perfect. I wanted him to see what he was missing out on.
When I went into the living room where Chris was sitting messing around on his iphone I didn't exactly get the reaction I was hoping for. Chris just simply looked up from his iphone for a second and then jumped up off the sofa, grabbed his keys and headed toward the door expecting me to follow. And that's exactly what I did.
"You girls all take way too long getting dressed, man how hard can putting clothes on possibly be?" Chris said as he locked the door to his penthouse.
I rolled my eyes at his generalization and he totally saw me do it too.
"Whatever," He said. "I just wanna get to the partay!"
We rolled out in Chris' Red Bugatti. I loved how the car matched my dress but I didn't say anything like that out loud. I couldn't wait to see what kind of desperate tramp Chris was going to bring home tonight.
******
The club was packed tonight. There were people drinking at the bar and couples grinding on the dance floor. It was crazy. Chris found Kevin and he greeted us both. Then Chris and Kevin took off toward the VIP room and I just tagged along even though they didn't invite me I just assumed they wanted me to come. I was wrong.
When we got to the door there was a guy with a check list and apparently I wasn't on it. Chris told me to go find something to do for the next few hours and took off without saying another word. You could only imagine how furious I became. How dare he bring me to a club and then just leave me on my own.
I stomped angrily toward the bar because those were the only seats where there weren't people making out. I didn't buy anything I just sat there and sent long text messages about how angry I was to Rose. At some point I got so emotional I could feel tears filling up in my eyes.
"You alright?" I heard a voice say into my ear.
I jerked back because it was unexpected but I looked to my left to find a guy looking at me all concerned.
"I'm fine," I said trying to blink back the tears. I didn't want to ruin the makeup I spent a long time putting on now.
"You sure?" he said not buying it. "Why don't I get us a couple of drinks and you could talk about it if you want." He suggested.
