Warning: 18+
Different storyline from the other book.
NEW STORYLINE because the former plot was considered "dumb" by someone so I will try to take that as a criticism and improve this book. I hope you'll like it and thank you for checking it out.
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A/N: Sorry for the late update, was distracted by online concerts. I barely got my soul together. Hope you'll enjoy and thanks for checking this chapter out.^^
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A month later...
May 1st Saturday 7:55 pm
Reader Pov
"Raine, I know you've been joking around on getting a rich sugar daddy to sponsor the shop but I didn't really expect you to push it to the limits." I said worriedly as I stared on my best friend change into a seductive black, glittery, thigh length halter dress that compliment her long, straight dark hair and light brown skin tone.
Her evening makeup was perfect for that outfit and even I fell on her captivating black eyes and soft contour, oval face. Her nose is just about right height, and pairs with those not so thin pinkish lips.
"What? Just because the potential guy was known for being a Mafia Boss doesn't mean he's all bad. Besides, those types have the deepest pockets out there and we can get free bodyguards as well if this shįt works out." She spoke confidently, while applying dark-reddish brown matt lipstick as she winked at me on a mirror reflection.
"But it's not always rainbows and unicorns girl, what if he's some sadist and... and... he'll... you know, um, hurt you..." As much as possible, I want to convince her out of that arrangement, however, she's being stubborn about it.
"(Y/N) honey, we're still teens and I want to experience life to the fullest. I also want to share it with you too. You're like my sister!" She grabbed my jaws and looked straight into my (e/c) eyes. "We won't be able to enjoy living if our wallets are dyįng. Please don't worry okay? If he's a creep, I'd leave him right away and find a new one."
"Fine. But how did you even manage to know about this mysterious billionaire slash Boss of everything illegal?" I asked curiously. I am really confused on how she even got the information about a gang leader whom is interested on a young fling.
"I got a call stating I have to come to a specific ball party and that's it." She took her purse and bid me goodbye. I forcefully tagged along, using an excuse of driving her to the location.
"Your high heels can actually get you kįlled in an accident. Let me bring you there and fetch you afterwards if you want." I fixed my rubber shoes on and followed her to the pick-up car.
"Nah. Just leave me there because we don't know what's gonna happen. Daddy might let me stay on his penthouse you know." She grinned and ran her teasing gaze from my head to toe. "Besides, people will suspect you're a stalker of some sort with that pair of dark hoodies and tight, ripped jeans if you sleep in a parked truck."
"Alright." I agreed and sighed in defeat. Though contrary to my sworn statement, I just made a U-turn once I saw her enter the tallest five-star hotel in the city. I left the car at a convenience store across and sneaked past the guards at the back of the eco-friendly fifty-floor tower, full of hanging greenery at every floor.
"This place doesn't scream syndicate to me at all." I mumbled as I dashed into the available elevator and pressed the door shut, before the scary redhead muscular man notices my presence. I contemplated if I'll do the same to the Penthouse button, because it definitely needs a key of some sort.
What the heck...? My jaws fell as soon as the modern technology traveled upwards even with the absence of any verification process. Lucky! The super smooth ride got my inner child distracted, I'm surprised at the sight of a long line of elite women waiting inside the immensely wide and luxurious rectangular room I've ever seen in my life.
They occupied all four corners, quietly watching a girl making out with a long, wavy haired blonde man dressed as a Prince over a fluffy crimson-red, King-sized bed.
"Holy shi—" I rushed to the scene, the very moment I realized blood was trickling down the victim's neck, which was no other than my best friend. "Get off of her you weirdo!" I pushed him away, yet he won't budge, even the slightest. I end up elbowing his right cheek for more impact, only to curse from the extreme pain, like I hit my bone at the edge of a wooden table. "W-what are you...?"
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