A pair of eyes

The unsolicited music , played at the bar was now taking its dominance all around the place. People began masking in their activities; chatting, cheering and talking about related topics of interest.

The atmosphere around the bar was always lively with how much the students from the college visited the place. Spending considerable time here, and mainly having good fun. Besides an entire community of students just sitting amongst themselves and chatting was a blissful scene to behold.

Being sophisticated in the ways of these happening all around the bar, Bel walked towards the restroom holding a pleasant look on her face. One thing that stood out about her mostly, was her charming personality.

She exudes a charm of otherworldly beauty, coupled with how gracious she carries herself. Making her a number one priceless Jabe of the college. Her shape, so seductive and alluring, drawing guys attention towards her.

Despite all her beauty and charms, she had never felt being bullied by a guy in forms of constant pestering and chasing. Since her father was a prominent business man in the city, many had to think twice before stepping on her toes.

Though one characteristic which stood Bel apart from other rich kids was her humble personality. She had always kept herself away from the center attraction, barely showing how influential her father's resources were.

Bel had always kept a nice and friendly atmosphere around her , only accepting the peace and comfort of life.

Soon she arrived at the restroom, where she was face to face with an unexpected scene.

' Like hello...'

Who knew that an entire marathon was just ending not quite long at the ladies restroom?

Bel held her breath, feeling the air around the restroom suddenly becoming moist. She placed her hand on her chest, placing the other on her hips while looking at Ken.

His white full sleeve shirt which was now creased from being roughly tugged , the zipper of his pants were halfway up and his belt unclamped.

Being a good judge of body language , Bel paid attention to his features. The few beads of sweat on his forehead and his calm look of guilt, like someone who has gained pleasure a couple of minutes ago.

She darted her eyes towards the girl behind him, whose creased dress barely reaches her thigh and that glint of satisfaction in her eyes, hinting to her that something did happen not quite long.

Bel began surveying the restroom from where she stood, when her eyes fell on the now moody Ken. She observed him, from his head to the waistline and the slight bulge on his pants from his erection, down to his feet.

' His feet.!'

Just beside him , was a fluid on the ground. Which seems like his ejaculation, that was the final evidence that he did banged the girl behind him in the ladies restroom.

Seeing all this, Bel could only shake her head in disappointment and left...

*****

That same day , towards the evening.

Bel was at a restaurant. Not her favorite place to be , but it was a nice restaurant meant for individuals from higher walks of life.

Being that she wasn't fond of the higher society, she rarely made a booking at such luxurious restaurants. Since her father's business takes him out of the city, she had sparsely attended a party as his daughter.

To top it all, she had all the luxuries she could ever think about , she doesn't pay any heed to it all; either it is the higher society or lower, she doesn't care so long she's living her life peacefully.

Right now, she sat at the rear end of the dining area. Where few dining booths were situated, all alone with rolls of meals arranged before her table.

Currently, she was twirling a glass of champagne in her hand with a careless look across her face and eyes oddly dim. She was so relaxed in her seat not minding the amount of time she would be spending here.

Though Bel was a nice and easy going person, still she has a bad trait which she clearly knew about. Rather than trying to stop , she had always pushed through with this behavior of hers. Whenever she was angry , she sorted after ways of spending money unnecessarily.

It all started when she turned twelve. A few years back when she wanted a doll from a stall at a Fair, back then she was good, so good that she controlled the lever of the machine so impeccably well - her grip on a fancy doll was extremely right.

Little Bel from nine years ago was so pleased , so pleased at herself; as she could already feel the doll in her hands. Only for it to fall back amidst the other dolls just towards the exit.

Seeing this , she became perplexed. The man who owned the stall began urging her onward, to try again...

Little Bel began playing, plunging all her money into the machine hoping to win the doll each time she tried. After finishing an entire stack of coins on it ,she still couldn't win the doll. At that moment, she knew the man was a crock , and he was playing her.

Feeling angry, little Bel stormed out of the Fair in rage. The next day , a hundred of thousand of that same doll was delivered to her apartment accompanied by a sales manager from the manufacturing company.

Though she has no use for these many dolls , still all she needs is a good chance to vent her anger on something - since then she has taken up that habit of spending lavishly whenever she's angered to ease the pressure.

Even if the act was childish, maybe they were just some bad in every good person.

"Sigh! Placing her elbow on the table while dropping the glass of champagne down , she made a tired sigh. Indicating how much her anger was far from subsiding.

All this while , Bel hadn't taken a bite from the food she was served. And her eyes held no interest , boredom stuck to her feature while she rested her head on her palm.

Unknowingly to her, her act seems to have caught the attraction of some few people whose booths were situated a bit closer to hers. Seeing how carefree and uninterested she was acting amidst the roll of dishes before her.

Judging from her look , she seems to be an heiress from one top family from the country, since the country was filled with them; very arrogant and full of themselves.

Everyone present here knows how influential the restaurant was and people who gets a reservation here were higher individuals. Which made them keep off her business while she stayed unfaze by them.