| ALESSANDRO |

C H A P T E R F O U R

C H A P T E R F O U R

My hands glided over the soft fabric of the black bikini top. The box contained a simple tiny black bikini and nothing else.

I am not going to wear this, I thought to myself.

This is just the beginning of a cheesy love story, where a rich guy gets the girl by acting all cold and dominant, but not me.

I have no time for guys, especially not after seeing my parent's relationship.
I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale.

I didn't want to remember my past. College was a great opportunity for me to sneak out of this terrible life and never return. Now I just have to avoid looking back and forget it.

My past.

Besides I'd only spend this and next week at Brad's and then return back to university, study, get my psychology degree and hopefully land a successful career. My dream.

I took the box, walked out of my room and put it in front of Alessandro's room.

Then I went back to my room and started looking up clubs nearby.
I just had to catch my breath and let go of everyday life.

After I found one within walking distance, I looked through my wardrobe and decided to wear a black, tight fitted body con dress with nude heels. I left my hair curly and put on some dramatic eye makeup and then slowly lurked to Brad's room.

I was met by Brad standing in six-inch heels and a microphone in his hand.

On his Tv were Shakira lyrics to the song "Hips don't lie".
We awkwardly stared at each other.
"If you don't ask anything, I won't either."
"Deal."
"Get ready, for the club. Come down in five."

Five minutes later Brad appeared, dresses immaculately as always.
We slowly tiptoed to the door and made our way to the car without driver and I started the engine and cruised off.

The club was jam-packed with young people. All I could see through the dimmed red and blue lights were bouncing and grinding bodies colliding against each other.

Brad dragged me through a bunch of people and elbowed them out of his way, till we finally found a place at the bar and sat down.
" Twenty shots please."
"BRAD?!"
"What? If we're already here hun why not get loose and hoe around? Just bounce and dance and maybe get laid!"
"I'm not intending on getting laid tonight Brad, I just want to keep my mind off... things. I'm just so anxious and stressed lately and I don't know why."

The bartender returned with twenty shots and Brad took two in each hand downing all of them within five seconds.

"Well, do that. Yasmine, you know I love you and I'd really love to talk to you, but my dick- dar ( dick -radar) is going off. You know priorities. Bye."
Brad vanished in the crowd.
Wow, what a great friend I have. I started eyeing the left shots and drank a few of them.

Eventually, I started scrolling to my phone catching up on social media, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around.
"So you're all alone too?"

A guy about my age with brown hair and green eyes sat in front of me, where Brad just sat.

He was handsome, might not as handsome as Alessandro, but still attractive.