Azalea's POV
‘Act like Rose. Be like Rose…be Rose.' were the only words that rang in my head as I watched Lara go into the club, gesturing for me to walk forward and join her. With a deep nervous breath, I walked in after showing the bouncer my ID. I was immediately drowned by music and the stench of sweat and alcohol as I walked in. The club was louder than I thought it would be. Even louder than the ones showed in the movies. I adjusted my short summer dress and used a hand to pat my hair that was packed in a messy bun above my head. I felt extremely awkward and out of place, mainly because this was my first time in a club, and because it felt as if all eyes were on me. I was not a confident person at all, that’s one of the reasons I was here, because I wanted to play pretend, I wanted to fool myself into thinking I could be the same as everyone, especially Rose, my sister. “Here, have this," Lara, my best friend said, handing me a small glass cup filled with a content I couldn't recognize. I took it from her hand, turning the drink around to know what it contained but ended up clueless. Shrugging, I gulped the liquid content down, immediately gagging as the toxic thing touched my tongue. The smell of the drink went straight to my nostrils, irritating me and making me scrunch my nose up. I wasn't sure which was worse, the smell or the taste. “What was that?" I asked with a glare, raising my voice up so that she'd hear me above the loud sound of meaningless beats people were dancing too. “Ouzo, baby," she laughed, showing me her tongue in a mocking way. My hands immediately moved to my nose, even more disgusted than I was before. “It is disgusting." I gagged. Lara sighed, straightening my sloshed stance up. “Loosen up, babe. Have you forgotten you came here to have fun? You already ruined your chances of meeting a hunk by dressing like a nun. Don't ruin your chance of having a great night. Remember the plan is to have as much fun as you should without your parents and your evil sister choking you. Don't ruin it, Lea." I nodded my head in agreement, determined to not allow anything to stop me from having fun like I should. Tonight is the night I would be forcing myself out of my shell. “Get me another drink, Lara." Lara squealed, practically bouncing out of my presence to get me another dose of toxic alcohol poison. I felt arms wrap around me and I immediately jerk them off, turning around to glare at whoever the person was. “Hey, baby. I can tell you're new here. Haven't been to a club before, sexy? I just stared at him, unsure of what to say. "How about I help you get comfortable? You need to loosen up, damsel. You're chasing all the nice vibe away with your grumpiness." The blonde head man smiled, taking my hands and forcing me to dance in line with the beat playing. I snatched my hands away from his hold, getting irritated. “No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine. My friend is here, she'll make sure I have fun." “Feisty, ain't we? I hope you will be aggressive in bed too. Maybe you can ask your friend to join us, so we can make it a threesome." The lunatic chuckled, taking a hold of my waist tightly. Ew! “Let me go, you pervert!" I hissed through gritted teeth, trying to pray him off me. My struggles were useless as his grip on my waist tightened in an iron grip. He began leading me out of the club while I struggled against his arm, my voice being drowned away by the music. Everybody in the club was either too intoxicated to hear my plight or just too into their good time to pay attention to an awkwardly dressed girl being kidnapped by a stranger with weird vibes. Oh, God! This couldn't be happening the first time I decided to have fun. “Azalea," Lara's voice yelled directly next to me, great panic in her eyes. Her angry gaze shifted from mine to the man's, sending him daggers with her eyes. “Let go of my friend or you wouldn't like what I'd do to you, creep." She threatened. Her eyes displayed murder but her height gave her away. Lara was on the short side, and she was extremely pretty which meant that no matter how hard she tried, she could never look as intimidating or angry as others would. The man chuckled, blatantly ignoring Lara and continuing to drag me off, going through the back side of the club, the sound of the music reducing the further we walked. “You can join us if you want, princess. You can't let your friend have all the fun." “The young lady asked you to stop. Didn't you hear her or you'd like the cops to explain what that statement meant?" The voice of a man came to my rescue, halting the steps of the potential rapist. “Who the hell are you?" My kidnapper asked, his grip on me tightened so much that his nails dug into my skin. “Someone who would make your life completely miserable if you don't let go of the young lady this instant." My saviour replied. You know what they say about knight in shining armor and how they always come right on time. Yeah, mine was right here at the perfect time. The man holding me released me, raising his hands up in surrender and sneering at me. “Whatever. She isn't that hot anyway. She probably wouldn't be a good fuck." He walked away, hitting Lara and making her send curses his way. I turned around, ready to thank the man that saved me from almost getting raped when my breath gets knocked out of me, he was breathtaking and gorgeous, I didn't even had the right words to describe how handsome he was. My words instantly got stuck in my throat and I simply gaped at him like a fish out of water. “Are you okay, miss?" His husky voice resounded in my ear like a sermon. Lara nudged me, nodding to the man who was standing, waiting for my reply. I'm still staring at him starstruck when I answered “Yes…yes…I am. Thank you so much." “I hope he didn't touch you in any way? I can help deal with him." I nodded my head, my voice betraying me. “I'm glad you're fine. Let me buy you a drink." I wanted to jump at the opportunity but then I remembered that I wasn't alone. “I would really love to but I can't. I'm here with my friend and I don't want her to be alo…" “I'm not alone." Lara yelled, cutting me off. “I am with some friends from work. You both should go ahead and have fun." She finished with a mischievous smirk. As I walked back to the bar with the handsome stranger, I looked over my shoulder, and Lara sent me a thumbs up, mouthing at me to make sure I have a good time with the stranger.Azalea's POV The moment I was seated in the bar, the stranger ordered a drink for himself and asked me what I'd like to drink. I told him to choose a drink for me because in all honesty, I didn't know shit about alcoholic drinks. I didn't fail to notice how the bartender left other customers unattended to attend to my handsome stranger and none of them seemed to care about the biased behavior. “So tell me, what's a good girl like you doing in a bad place for sinners like me to forget their sins and sorrows?" He asked as he handed me my drink. “I am not a good girl. I am as bad as every other lady in this club." I said arrogantly, raising my chin up in unnecessary annoyance. “Oh really? I can tell you're a very very bad girl. It's so obvious with your summer dress, bedroom worthy hair style, duck slippers, and awkward personality that you are a very bad girl." He deadpanned, sarcasm oozing out of him in waves. I drowned the contents of the cup, trying not to cringe at the
Azalea's POV Pulling my legs apart, he watched me, trying to gauge the effects he had on me. If my shivering legs didn't give my extreme arousal away, the wetness rolling down my legs to the bed was enough to prove to the most distrusting person on earth that I wanted him badly. The hotel staff wouldn't be quite happy having me as their guest once they came in tomorrow to clean the sheets. He slapped my thigh when my shaky legs threatened to close up, chuckling at my desperate and obvious need for him. “Someone is super wet for me and yet, she doesn't want to know my name." With that he buried his face in my pussy, first taking a slow long lick of my arousal before going into the main course and eating me out like a hungry man. I moaned in agonizing pleasure, my hands instantly going to my nipples and pinching them to heighten my pleasure. The stranger plunged two fingers into my cunt, pumping them like he was searching for a treasure buried inside of me. I realized tha
Azalea's POV The lights in my house were all turned off when I got back home. I didn't have a key and unfortunately, the door was locked. I brought out my phone, dialed my mother's number, hoping she wasn't far into her beauty sleep to pick up. The phone rings a couple of times but she doesn't pick up. I tried my father's number too and got the exact same results. Having no other option, I knocked on the door as hard as I could but again, nobody showed up. After a while of fruitlessly trying to wake my parents from their sleep, I gave up, resting my exhausted body on the wall and slouching down. I raised my knees up, placing my hands and chin on it to get into a comfortable position. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I decided to call Lara to make sure she got home safe. My call went straight into voicemail and just when I'm about to dial her number again, the screen of my phone became blank. “Damn it, I forgot to plug it in earlier. Shit! Now everything is dark
“Lea, you need to set the lights” I heard Lara’s voice call out. “Please, do be mindful”“Yeah, uh huh. I can do that without risk of breaking my neck, can’t I?”She gave me a reply that sounded more like a grunt than a spoken word and I just laughed it off.She did that very often now, clamoring safety and how she wanted a healthy god-son. I did very little in her salon, but still got paid, enough for my bills, enough for feeding.Enough to make me stop thinking about the hell I would’ve sunk into if I didn’t have her as my back bone. But that didn’t mean I stopped looking for jobs. I can’t depend on her forever, even if she swears to me that her parents’ wealth is hers, and she’d be my husband and friend. I need to do more for when the baby comes, which isn’t so much time to prepare. She can spoil Pea as much as she wants when she’s here, but we won’t feed from her purse. It isn’t as if she’s living for me. I don’t want to think of how it’d be without her these past months.I pulle
Azalea's POV A let out a shaky breath as my wary eyes stared at the building towering over me, the bold sign of ‘ASH STUDIOS' glaring at me and making me more intimidated than I already was. I felt out of place, in all honesty, and I find it funny since I haven't stepped foot into the building yet. If I'm this intimidated by the building's outside look, I wonder how I'd feel when I finally went inside. With a sigh, I walked into the skyscraper, breathing in deeply to gather up all the courage I could get. It's useless since apparently, air isn't polluted with leftover courage. Running my shaky hand through the hair that Lara had helped in curling, I walked across the lobby to the receptionist, bracing myself to talk to her. I cleared my voice before speaking, trying to avoid embarrassing myself by stuttering. “Hello!" The young lady blatantly ignored me as she furiously typed on her phone as if she was in a typing competition. “Humm…hello?" I greeted again, scratching my head i
Azalea’s POV “What…why?" My voice came out heavy with emotions. I was a few seconds away from bursting into tears. Again, another effect of the pregnancy hormones.“You are infected with those freakish things that destroy a woman's shape and beauty. You are shapeless. You are the most ugly thing I've ever seen. You have zero fashion sense so I wonder how the hell you will be dressing a high class one of a kind model like me.” She paused for a moment to catch her breath. “And lastly, the only difference between you and a homeless beggar is that you are the first to stand in front of an award winning beautiful model like me." She finished, fanning herself like she was on fire. My world felt like it had crumbled as everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Ciara Cowell's interaction with me.“You can't fire me, you didn't hire me."My whole body began to shake under the intense stare of the other employees and Ciara Cowell. I have always hated attention. Whenever people stared
Azalea's POV I was given the rest of the day off by Mrs Drywoods who felt guilty for making me work with Ciara. She admitted that the only reason I was employed in the first place was because no one else wanted to work for her, given the ugly reputation she had made for herself over the few years she had been working with Ash Studios. Mrs Drywoods apologized multiple times for setting me up, claiming that it was desperation that forced her into doing such. I forgave her because unknowingly to her, she did me a huge favour. Even if I only work with Ash Studios for a month, other companies wouldn't think twice before employing me because I'd have enough experience to work with them. I just hoped I could put up with Ciara for at least one month. She reminded me so much of my sister. Seated on the couch in Lara's place, I watched my best friend pace around the living room, describing the one million ways she would make Ciara Cowell pay for what she did. “Once I get hold of that blon
Azalea's POV At the sight of Noah Hale, Ciara's tears, which had stopped flowing when she was accusing me, suddenly came back, her loud wails was the only sound in the room as everybody silently observed.Ciara was by Noah's side before anyone could blink, crying and using his chest for support as her legs almost gave out. “Noah, I told you the woman is bad news. Would you believe that she stole my precious necklace and has been saying bad things about me to the others because of what happened yesterday, even though I apologized? I knew something was wrong with her when I fired her the moment I saw her." Noah rolled his eyes in annoyance, tuning to me for an explanation. “Miss Azalea, what do you have to say about this?" “I did no such thing, Mr Hale. She ordered me to get her handbag which she claimed she threw somewhere and I did so. Not even for once, did I check the contents of the bag. I gave her the bag the same way I picked it up. I am not a thief, Mr Hale. I might not be a
Azalea's POV At the sight of Noah Hale, Ciara's tears, which had stopped flowing when she was accusing me, suddenly came back, her loud wails was the only sound in the room as everybody silently observed.Ciara was by Noah's side before anyone could blink, crying and using his chest for support as her legs almost gave out. “Noah, I told you the woman is bad news. Would you believe that she stole my precious necklace and has been saying bad things about me to the others because of what happened yesterday, even though I apologized? I knew something was wrong with her when I fired her the moment I saw her." Noah rolled his eyes in annoyance, tuning to me for an explanation. “Miss Azalea, what do you have to say about this?" “I did no such thing, Mr Hale. She ordered me to get her handbag which she claimed she threw somewhere and I did so. Not even for once, did I check the contents of the bag. I gave her the bag the same way I picked it up. I am not a thief, Mr Hale. I might not be a
Azalea's POV I was given the rest of the day off by Mrs Drywoods who felt guilty for making me work with Ciara. She admitted that the only reason I was employed in the first place was because no one else wanted to work for her, given the ugly reputation she had made for herself over the few years she had been working with Ash Studios. Mrs Drywoods apologized multiple times for setting me up, claiming that it was desperation that forced her into doing such. I forgave her because unknowingly to her, she did me a huge favour. Even if I only work with Ash Studios for a month, other companies wouldn't think twice before employing me because I'd have enough experience to work with them. I just hoped I could put up with Ciara for at least one month. She reminded me so much of my sister. Seated on the couch in Lara's place, I watched my best friend pace around the living room, describing the one million ways she would make Ciara Cowell pay for what she did. “Once I get hold of that blon
Azalea’s POV “What…why?" My voice came out heavy with emotions. I was a few seconds away from bursting into tears. Again, another effect of the pregnancy hormones.“You are infected with those freakish things that destroy a woman's shape and beauty. You are shapeless. You are the most ugly thing I've ever seen. You have zero fashion sense so I wonder how the hell you will be dressing a high class one of a kind model like me.” She paused for a moment to catch her breath. “And lastly, the only difference between you and a homeless beggar is that you are the first to stand in front of an award winning beautiful model like me." She finished, fanning herself like she was on fire. My world felt like it had crumbled as everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Ciara Cowell's interaction with me.“You can't fire me, you didn't hire me."My whole body began to shake under the intense stare of the other employees and Ciara Cowell. I have always hated attention. Whenever people stared
Azalea's POV A let out a shaky breath as my wary eyes stared at the building towering over me, the bold sign of ‘ASH STUDIOS' glaring at me and making me more intimidated than I already was. I felt out of place, in all honesty, and I find it funny since I haven't stepped foot into the building yet. If I'm this intimidated by the building's outside look, I wonder how I'd feel when I finally went inside. With a sigh, I walked into the skyscraper, breathing in deeply to gather up all the courage I could get. It's useless since apparently, air isn't polluted with leftover courage. Running my shaky hand through the hair that Lara had helped in curling, I walked across the lobby to the receptionist, bracing myself to talk to her. I cleared my voice before speaking, trying to avoid embarrassing myself by stuttering. “Hello!" The young lady blatantly ignored me as she furiously typed on her phone as if she was in a typing competition. “Humm…hello?" I greeted again, scratching my head i
“Lea, you need to set the lights” I heard Lara’s voice call out. “Please, do be mindful”“Yeah, uh huh. I can do that without risk of breaking my neck, can’t I?”She gave me a reply that sounded more like a grunt than a spoken word and I just laughed it off.She did that very often now, clamoring safety and how she wanted a healthy god-son. I did very little in her salon, but still got paid, enough for my bills, enough for feeding.Enough to make me stop thinking about the hell I would’ve sunk into if I didn’t have her as my back bone. But that didn’t mean I stopped looking for jobs. I can’t depend on her forever, even if she swears to me that her parents’ wealth is hers, and she’d be my husband and friend. I need to do more for when the baby comes, which isn’t so much time to prepare. She can spoil Pea as much as she wants when she’s here, but we won’t feed from her purse. It isn’t as if she’s living for me. I don’t want to think of how it’d be without her these past months.I pulle
Azalea's POV The lights in my house were all turned off when I got back home. I didn't have a key and unfortunately, the door was locked. I brought out my phone, dialed my mother's number, hoping she wasn't far into her beauty sleep to pick up. The phone rings a couple of times but she doesn't pick up. I tried my father's number too and got the exact same results. Having no other option, I knocked on the door as hard as I could but again, nobody showed up. After a while of fruitlessly trying to wake my parents from their sleep, I gave up, resting my exhausted body on the wall and slouching down. I raised my knees up, placing my hands and chin on it to get into a comfortable position. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I decided to call Lara to make sure she got home safe. My call went straight into voicemail and just when I'm about to dial her number again, the screen of my phone became blank. “Damn it, I forgot to plug it in earlier. Shit! Now everything is dark
Azalea's POV Pulling my legs apart, he watched me, trying to gauge the effects he had on me. If my shivering legs didn't give my extreme arousal away, the wetness rolling down my legs to the bed was enough to prove to the most distrusting person on earth that I wanted him badly. The hotel staff wouldn't be quite happy having me as their guest once they came in tomorrow to clean the sheets. He slapped my thigh when my shaky legs threatened to close up, chuckling at my desperate and obvious need for him. “Someone is super wet for me and yet, she doesn't want to know my name." With that he buried his face in my pussy, first taking a slow long lick of my arousal before going into the main course and eating me out like a hungry man. I moaned in agonizing pleasure, my hands instantly going to my nipples and pinching them to heighten my pleasure. The stranger plunged two fingers into my cunt, pumping them like he was searching for a treasure buried inside of me. I realized tha
Azalea's POV The moment I was seated in the bar, the stranger ordered a drink for himself and asked me what I'd like to drink. I told him to choose a drink for me because in all honesty, I didn't know shit about alcoholic drinks. I didn't fail to notice how the bartender left other customers unattended to attend to my handsome stranger and none of them seemed to care about the biased behavior. “So tell me, what's a good girl like you doing in a bad place for sinners like me to forget their sins and sorrows?" He asked as he handed me my drink. “I am not a good girl. I am as bad as every other lady in this club." I said arrogantly, raising my chin up in unnecessary annoyance. “Oh really? I can tell you're a very very bad girl. It's so obvious with your summer dress, bedroom worthy hair style, duck slippers, and awkward personality that you are a very bad girl." He deadpanned, sarcasm oozing out of him in waves. I drowned the contents of the cup, trying not to cringe at the
Azalea's POV ‘Act like Rose. Be like Rose…be Rose.' were the only words that rang in my head as I watched Lara go into the club, gesturing for me to walk forward and join her. With a deep nervous breath, I walked in after showing the bouncer my ID. I was immediately drowned by music and the stench of sweat and alcohol as I walked in. The club was louder than I thought it would be. Even louder than the ones showed in the movies. I adjusted my short summer dress and used a hand to pat my hair that was packed in a messy bun above my head. I felt extremely awkward and out of place, mainly because this was my first time in a club, and because it felt as if all eyes were on me. I was not a confident person at all, that’s one of the reasons I was here, because I wanted to play pretend, I wanted to fool myself into thinking I could be the same as everyone, especially Rose, my sister. “Here, have this," Lara, my best friend said, handing me a small glass cup filled with a content I coul