Once Upon A Storm (Billionaire Boys Club 1)

Chapter 2

I roamed my eyes. Shit. "Na saan ba 'ko?" (Where am I?) I asked the bartender.

The bartender smiled. "Welcome to Night Owl, ma'am,"

Night owl. I roamed my eyes again. I saw two celebrities making out. What the fuck? I thought he's with his co-star in his new movie? Why is he making out with a girl from another station?

I looked at the second floor from my place. It's dark but I can still see the people there. They were wearing business suits mostly. They are drinking and toasting. They look like rich men. I spotted again the president's son. Oh god.

"Seriously, where am I? Why is this place full of aristocrats?" I asked the bartender and sat at the bar stool slowly. I leaned closer to the bartender to hear him.

"A drink, ma'am, perhaps? Night Owl. This place is for the rich men and people with reputation to uphold. They go here to get wasted because media can't go in here. What you see in here stays in here. Everyone in the membership knows that," he answered still smiling with his perfect white teeth. And what the fuck? Rich men?!

"Membership? But, I don't have one," my eyebrows furrowed.

"You don't have one?"

"Yes, and this is my first time here."

His brows also furrowed in confusion. Same here. "Then, how did you enter?" he asked.

"My Uber driver showed a card to the guard and then voila."

"Uber driver?"

"Yup! He's here! Look," I pointed my Uber driver who's at the second floor with the same people in the car.

He chuckled. "Ma'am, what you have there is Mr. Ross. And the second's floors for the high up. High ups are the wealthy men who are business magnates. Billionaires in layman's terms," he answered.

Billionaires?

My Uber driver is a billionaire?!

I sat uncomfortably. "Three shots of the strongest," I ordered. I'm already here, might as well get wasted.

He gave me three small shot glasses. I downed all three one after one. Shit. The bartender is a fucking genie. Wish granted. He really gave me a strong, strong, strong three first shots of my life.

I am no alcoholic. In our university it's a tradition for the freshies to take their "first shot" before entering the university. Basically, having your first day drunk. But then I came late and the ritual is already finished so I never got the chance. My soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend always invites me to bar dates which I don't accept because I don't drink. I don't like the idea of having dates in a club or bar. It's not me. He's 25, a friend of my sister. We met when he went in our condo when my sister was still living with me.

Now, I'm in my third year's second sem majoring in BioChem-- a course I never liked. I like architecture. I like art. But, my mother's wish for my sister is to be a doctor which she gladly declined and took up architecture. When I was doing my applications for the universities, my mother, Roxana, fell ill. She wished for her daughters or at least one to be a doctor just like her. I had no choice. My mother or my dream?

I fucking hate my life. I have a fucking cheating boyfriend and a I-don't-give-a-damn of a sister. She can't be that selfish, right? She's kind but she does not care. No calls to even ask me if I'm doing good or even to ask me if I'm alive. She's living my dream and it's so unfair. So unfair.

"It's so unfair," I whispered sobbing. I covered my eyes with my left hand and used my right hand as a stand for my head. I am crying in the bar. "Three more shots," I ordered and I immediately drank it. Hell, this is why they're addicted to this. But this is not enough to take away my pain.