It’s the life I was born to live: billionaire’s daughters, living amongst the rich & famous. But my mom kept me a secret from my dad. Until now.
I am so out of my league. Fancy parties, expensive cars, and a private school for the elite… It sounds like a dream. But everything is not as perfect as it seems on the outside. Here, the secrets are dirty, and the lies comes easy.
Welcome to my fab life.
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I am a YA/ NA author, with an addiction to NOS & Red Bull energy drinks. My guilty pleasure is the TV series The Lying Game and The Vampire Diaries. I'm 23 years old. I currently live in St Louis, with my husband of 2 years.
My palms are sweating, and my heart literally feels like it’s going to beat it’s way out of my chest. I decide that I may vomit before the night is over, but hopefully it won’t be on myself or Ty. I run my hand over the bannister was I walk down the stairs. I keep in there incase I trip, which is very possible. I try to focus on the steps and not on the fact that I’m about to go out of my first date.
Gah. I hate that word. Date. It’s too gray. I like black and white. Nothing about this night is black or white.
I count the steps as I walk down. There are exactly 32 steps from the top floor to the bottom floor. When I get to the bottom, I am forced to look up at Ty. He looks good. Really good. Dammit. He doesn’t look nervous at all. In fact he looks completely cool. Of course he’s cool. He’s probably been out on like a million dates before. Why should he be nervous?
I am relieved to see that he’s wearing jeans and a concert shirt. I didn’t underdress or overdress, and I’m glad I decided to wear jeans. I’m going to ask Toby’s advice more often.
“You look beautiful,” he says, and then hands me a bouquet of purple flowers.
Flowers = date, right?
Ugh, why does this suddenly feel awkward?
I take them from him. I have no idea what kind of flowers they are. I feel like I should know, but it’s not like I frequently get flowers from guys. “Thank you. They are beautiful.”
What am I supposed to do with the flowers? Am I supposed to take them with us? Or am I supposed to leave them here? There should a Dating for Dummies book that covers this. Maybe there is. Memo to self - look it up. I will be more prepared next time.
Next time? Calm down, Kihanna, I tell myself. Let’s get through tonight before we start thinking about a second date.
“You’re so hot, and sexy. I just… I want to lick you.”
I have no idea why, but I laugh. Hard. “You want to lick me?”
“Yeah!” Ty nods. “Can I?”
“Right here,” he answers, motioning around us. “I don’t care who sees.”
I laugh. “No. Where would you lick me at? Like on my body.”
Ty smiles. “Anywhere you want.”
Hmm… I’m liking this. “How about everywhere.”
Ty looks at me for a second. It’s then that I notice his eyes are glazed over. He gets a very serious look. “Have you been drinking?”
I nod, and put my fingers an inch apart. “Just a little bit. Like half a cup. It was so gross, but I can’t feel my fingers.” I laugh, and poke his chest. “Can you feel that? I so can’t feel it.”
“What did you drink?”
I think for a second. Crap. What did Jason call it? “T… Tequila! That’s it! It burned my throat.”
“Who gave you tequila?”
“Jason.” The ground starts moving beneath me, and I grab onto Ty’s arm. “How is the sand doing that?” I look up to see it’s not just the ground. The palm trees are moving too. “Whoa.”
“Have you ate dinner yet?”
I shake my head, and feel dizzy from the sensation. Ty grabs me to keep me from falling over. “Oops,” I laugh again. “I think… maybe… I’ve had just a little too much tequila.”
Ty puts his arm around my waist, and I lean into him as we walk.
“You smell so good.” I sniff his chest. “Is it weird that I’m smelling you?”
“I am going to feed you, put you to bed, and then kill Jason,” Ty says.
“Awe,” I pout. “But I don’t want to go to bed.”
Ty pulls me inside the house, and we go to the kitchen. He hands me a slice of pizza. “Eat.” I take the slice from him and take a bite. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and takes the lid off. “Drink.” I take a sip.
“I feel sick.” I put down the pizza. “I don’t want anymore food.”
“If you don’t eat, you will get a lot more sick,” Ty explains. He looks very angry. “I am going to fucking hurt him. I can’t believe he gave you so much tequila.”
I put my hand on Ty’s face. “You know what I like about you? Your lips. They’re so soft. And they taste so good. We should kiss more.”
Ty grins. “Oh, should we?”
I nod. “Yep!” I put my head on his chest, and he puts his arms around me. “I like it when you hold me, too. It’s the best.”
“I think I kind of like you like this.”
I giggle. Why can’t I stop laughing. “I don’t think I can feel my cheeks.” I touch my cheek, and feel nothing. The room starts spinning even faster. I’m about to fall when Ty scoops me into his arms.
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