Avalon Viviette
I entered the house party, it was dark. The only form of light was from the led lights that were on the ceiling.
The first thing that caught my eye was loads of people dancing, and the second was smoke. Being in this party felt like I was in a episode of euphoria. The music was thumping through me with every step I took.
Not paying attention to where I was going, I bump into someone. As I went to go apologies, I froze.
Oh my fucking God.
I look into those familiar piercing green eyes and smiled.
"What are you thinking about?" My brother says waking me from my daydream.
We were on our private jet on our way to New York. My father woke me up at 6 am and practically forced me on this jet.
"Mind your business and fuck off," I say rolling my eyes and shaking my head, now staring out the window.
It too early in the morning for me to be dealing with this bullshit.
Christian stared at me for a couple of seconds then scoffed. He shook his head then looked out the window.
A few minutes have gone by and I start to notice Christian getting anxious. I roll my eyes and take my hand into his.
"Thank you." my brother shakes his head but grins.
"Don't look too deep into it." I laughed a bit, "I'm still mad at you."
He nods his head and smiles.
It's hard to be mad at my brother when he's my best friend. He's always been there for me whenever I needed him.
Except for yesterday. My subconscious tells me.
We have a complicated relationship.
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Christian and I had arrived in New York about an hour ago. Christian was already at his apartment while I had to wait, while they got my apartment put together.
"Miss Viviette your apartment is now ready." the receptionist lets me know.
I look up at the receptionist who was staring at me with a smile.
He had beautiful piercing blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and a memorizing smile.
Wow, he's so attractive.
"Thank you," I say smiling back. The receptionist nods his head and makes his way back to the desk. I took another quick glance at him and smile.
I stand up from the chair I was previously sitting on, and make my way to the elevator.
Fuck. I don't want to be here.
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~Ring~
Laying at the edge of the bed, I turn my head to see why my phone was ringing. I groan realizing my father was calling me.
Why the bloody hell is he calling me right now?
I was exhausted from the plane ride and just wanted to sleep. Besides, it's 1 in the morning, who the fuck calls someone at this time?
"What do you bloody want?" I answered with a groan. I rubbed my eyes, now sitting on the bed.
"Well someone is in a mood." my father says sarcastically. I roll my eyes and laughed a bit.
"I was sleeping." I mumbled while my hazy eyes looked around the room. "Anyway, why'd you call?"
"I just wanted to remind you that you have a business party to attend tomorrow." my father murmurs.
Why do I feel like he's not telling me something?
"Ok...."
"And Christian will be doing something for me, so he won't be able to go with you." my father mumbles. I roll my eyes and groan.
I'm not even fucking surprised at this point. I don't even want to go to this party and now I have to go alone.
Well, this is fucking great.
"Ok, I don't fucking care," I said gritting my teeth. "Is that all?"
"Yea, that's all," he says feeling guilty. "Goodnight, my love."
"Yea, goodnight." I nod slowly, now hanging up the phone.
I roll my eyes and shake my head, now staring at my phone.
I want to know why I have to go to this fucking party and Christian doesn't. Will I ask? Probably not. It's just annoying, but it's whatever. He's always been the favorite.
I put my phone on my nightstand and shut the lamp that I didn't realize I had left on. I get comfortable and shut my eyes. After a few minutes, I start to doze off.
What does New York have in store for me tomorrow?