Chapter 2

"Anyways I heard that Dylan's going to be at the party," I began, smiling hard as I thought about how hard my best friend Olivia must be blushing at this moment, "so, you should definitely go."

Olivia is my best friend but unlike myself, she's very shy and reserved. Her hair is always in a high and tight bun, she's always wearing sweaters and you'll always find her at a library, but she has a crush on a bad boy named Dylan.

"Come with me," she pleaded and I tucked my leg underneath my weight, "I can't do this alone."

"I totally would come with you, Olivia," I sighed, "but I'm going away for a couple of weeks, I'm not sure how long. I just know that I'm going to visit my godfather."

"Can't you just stay?" she asked me and I shook my head.

"They said I have to go," I told her, "but that doesn't mean you can't take Betty with you. She'll keep you safe, and make sure that somehow you talk to Dylan."

"I don't reall-"

"Nastassia," my bedroom door opened and I looked to see my mother standing there, "Bradford wants to talk to you," she told me and I nodded my head, taking my mother's phone from her.

"Sorry Olivia, I'll call you later," I cut the call, not waiting for her to respond. After ending that call, I placed my mum's phone on my ear, "hello, Octavious," I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. 

"Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. 

I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. 

My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister. 

Just the sound of his voice alone made me all shy and gave me butterflies in my stomach. Don't get me wrong, I know for sure that I can't do anything with my godfather. That would be weird and disgusting because he's as old as my father. 

"I'm just calling to ask if you'll be coming this weekend," he paused, "this is very important to me and you," he told me, and I smiled nodding my head. 

"Yes, I'm coming and you should see the clothes that I bought," I told him excitedly. If there was anyone who actually listened to me it was Octavious. He would listen to me talk all day about anything and everything and won't interrupt. He's like my other best friend who doesn’t get tired of me speaking about myself as weird as that may seem and sound, I know. 

"Well, I know your fashion will simply not disappoint. It never does," he chuckled and I could already imagine him smoking a cigar as he says this. He's probably sitting in the back of his limousine on the way to one of his mysterious meetings. Or maybe he's cruising through town with one of his diamond covered cars because he has the money to do that. 

"What is this about, Octavious?" I asked him, so used to saying his name because he always made me say it. Everyone else, and by that I mean my sister, had to refer to him as Uncle Octavious and my mother and father called him by his surname. Perks of being the favourite is that you get away with calling him by his first name and he doesn't mind, "mum doesn't want to tell me what this weekend or week is about. When will I come back home?" I knew he'd tell me the answer. He always told me everything I wanted to know. 

He was the one who told me where babies come from. 

"Well, darling," damn I loved it when he called me that, "you'll just have to wait and find out, won't you? I promise it's only for the best," he told me, his gruff voice letting me know that whatever he wasn't telling me, he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I beg. 

I sighed, "ok fine, you're no fun anymore, Octavious," I complained, and he chuckled, his voice deep and chilling. 

"How many times do I have to tell you, darling, I'm not a fun person." 

"But you should be fun when it comes to me," I pouted before I laughed and he chuckled.

"Just do me a favour, darling," he paused, "look good for me, won't you?" I smiled, and tucked my hair behind my ear. 

"Always, Octavious," I responded. For some reason, that's all I ever try to do- look good for him. 

"I've bought you plenty of jewellery," he told me and I couldn't wait to get my hands on whatever jewellery he's bought for me, "I know you're a girl who loves her diamonds and pearls." 

"That's because of you." 

"My darling should have a taste for the finer things in life..." I didn't know what to say because my eyes were on the diamond ring he had gifted me ever since I was younger. Every year, when my finger grew he'd take it to get enlarged and put it back on my finger. 

He made me swear to never take it off, and I've had it on for as long as I can remember. 

It's on my index finger, and always has been. It's probably one of the best rings I've ever set my eyes on. In fact, it's prettier than my mum's wedding ring. 

Even my parents don't let me take it off and I don't understand what's the big deal about it but I've grown to the feel of it and it's always super cool when people find out I'm wearing a $200,000 ring on my finger from my godfather. 

"Darling," there goes that term of endearment again, "I have some business I need to attend to. I can't wait to see you again, say goodbye to your parents for me."

"Ok, bye," I said sadly and he chuckled. 

"I'll see you in a few days." 

I sighed and said another goodbye before I cut the call and tossed my mother's phone carelessly to the side. I thought about the weekend and I smiled, I'd look good for him for sure, with the outfits that I have ready, I don't think eyes will be on anyone else but me. 

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