People crowded our huge living room, old people chatting away with old people and rich kids talking to rich kids.
Sitting in our not so very comfortable couch, sipping my expensive red wine that my mom made me drink. I can't believe she threw this house warming party, she had this three month business trip here in London so we currently moved here.
Wearing this very tight red dress made me took a deep sigh. Turning my head to the group of guys wearing their tuxedos and holding there glasses of wine.
Wishing this party is themed casual wear I'd probably wear normal clothes. I rolled my eyes and shifted my head, here a very loud high pitch squeal.
"Abigail May!" I sighed seeing my mother carelessly run towards me hitting a bunch of people
I stood up from my seat and went over to my mom, fixing my braided hair and my red dress.
"Darling, you have to meet my nice friend over there, he owns the great Styles Corporation!" She cheered
I gave her a light smile and pushed me to the direction where the guy is and hitting a person in the process making his drink spill all over his suit.
"Oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" I looked up seeing a pair of emerald eyes
"It's okay babe," I scrunched my eyebrows
"Excuse me?" He chuckled
"I was just joking, I'm fine," he smiled showing his dimples on the side of his cheek
"Oh yeah I'm sorry I ruined your suit," I blushed
"It's okay," he smiled
I bit my lip and stared at his beautiful green eyes then I snapped back to reality.
"Abigail!?" I jumped
"Come over here!" I nodded
"It looks like you have to go," he said
"Oh yeah I guess I'll see you next time?" I said
"Sure," he gave me a small hug
And with that it made sparks running through my body making me smile. I might have drink too much wine. Walking towards my mom with a old man beside her.
"I want you to meet Mr. Desmond Styles, this is my daughter Abigail," I shooked the old man's hand
"Nice to me you," I plastered a smile on my face trying so hard not to walk off
"Likewise, I'd like you to meet my son-" before he could finish a guy showed up by his side
"My son Harold," my eyes widen and my mouth parted a little bit when I saw the same guy who I spilled his drink on his suit.
"I think we've met,"
Substaniall x
YOU ARE READING
His Bad Girl ➡ h.s.
FanfictionShe was asked but turned down on her biggest opportunity the opportunity of loving him. Have you ever had a feeling that you lost an opportunity? Well I did, I never loved a person that much but I let him go.
