Getting Laid

Tiara's POV

"Will you stop now," I whined huffing?

But Celina kept laughing as if she is watching some funny TV show.

"It's not funny." I groaned loudly getting irritated by her none stop laugh.

But she kept laughing, rolling on my bed. Her hands clutching her stomach, eyes closed and I can see tears at the corner of her eyes.

For god's sake!!!!!

Irritated I picked up the pillow and smashed it on her head.

"Ok .ok.ok. I won't laugh." she lied as the amusement is still visible in her eyes. Her lips are twitching to let go of the laughter she is resisting.

"I made a mistake. I should have never told you." I said annoyed.

My brows knitted due to irritation and my lips formed a pout.

"What? that you need to get laid. Seriously, you're I need to get laid's definition is watching 50 shades and reading a few erotic novels. That my dear is not getting laid." she said pointedly. Still amused at my situation.

"Fine so what. It's not a big deal."/I said laying flat on my stomach and digging my face into my white fluffy pillow.

"I exactly know what you need. Get up, girl. Today you are going to have the best night of your life." she said excitedly clapping her hands. And soon I felt her leaving the bed.

Peeking, I saw her rummaging through my closest.

"What are you doing?" I asked both frowning and confused.

"Choosing a dress. But it's like I am fighting a lost battle. Seriously, Tiara, you have nothing good to wear." she sighed disappointment, then suddenly her face perked up, as if a tremendous idea clicked, grinning she rushed out of my room.

Grumbling I again hid my face in my pillow.

"Get up you lazy ass!" Celina shouted as if the house is on fire.

"Arghh!" groaning, I sit to see Celina holding two dresses. Sorry, an excuse for the dress.

I raised a brow. Bemused.

"We are going clubbing," she said in a duh tone. As if this is something we do daily.

Whereas my ass had never been even on the curb of a club.

Now it was my turn to laugh.

And I did.

"Club. We? you really are very absurd Celina."

"No, I am not. When I said we a going clubbing then we are."

"And forgot, my cousin and Uncle will kill us if only we stepped out this late from the house," I said really annoyed.

"Not if they don't know. What they don't know, won't hurt them," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

" How so?" I asked curiously.

" Your brother, uncle, and aunt are not returning till 12, tomorrow," she said grinning." now if you are done the questioning, so stand and get ready to have the most blastic day of your life." one thing is since the time Celina, reunited with her family. She has become more joyous.

" I am not wearing it," I said holding the dress on me in front of the mirror.

"Yes you will," she said seriously.

I opened my mouth to protest but she hushed me "No debates." she said firmly. Leaving no room for debate. Huffing I went into my bathroom to change.

Wow, that's the only word left from my mouth when I looked at myself in the mirror. Though the dress was quite revealing for reason, it looked good. It hugged all my curves in the right places.

The shimmery sequins deep V-neck spaghetti straps, and the short bodycon dress made me look sexy. Something I don't consider myself.



"Oh my god, Iris!!!" Celina's loud voice made me turn to realize that if I said was looking good, it was an understatement. Celina is looking like a damn Goddess.



Wearing a long-sleeve lacy shirt and paired it with high-waist leather jeans.

She had straightened her hair, with smoky eye makeup and paired her whole attire with long black boots.

I didn't notice I was starting until Celina snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hurry!!!! let's do your makeup."

And like the good child I am, I listened to her and made myself comfortable on the vanity table.

And after a few seconds when I was allowed to look at myself, an involuntary gasp left my mouth.

My hair was straight, shiner on my face, all in all, I was looking not myself but a better, in fact, a sexier version of myself.

"You are going to turn lots of eyes today now, here, wear these and hurry up." wearing the nude heels we rushed into the waiting cabs.

After devouring 5 vodka shots. I finally got the courage to speak my ass on the dance floor with the handsome blond guy, with a leather jacket and chocolaty brown eyes, who since our entry was trying to woo me.

Well, let's just say his drink offers were hard to resist. So here I am shaking my ass on his front with my hands roaming around his muscular body.

If someone says I am drunk? Bingo they surely had hit the nail.

"You are not bad," I said facing the blondie, in a flirtatious tone, giggling.

"The best is still left to see babe." he husked, bringing my hips closer to his such that there is no space left between us.

"You do?" my sexy voice sounds foreign to me. Winding my hands around his meck I raised a brow.

"Why don't you let me prove, that I do have." his hands inched closer to my ass.

"Then prove. " daring him I left the floor swaying my hips sexily, knowing very well soon I will be followed.

When we entered the club, Celina met some of her friends, with whom she is sitting right now. Sensing my gaze she turned towards me and then seeing something behind me, she sent me a victory wink.

Looking back I found the blondie, indeed followed me.

Just near the nook of the hallway leading to the bathroom, the blondie gripped my wrist and backed us to the wall.

"You are such a tease." his breath fanning my face, hands drawing circles on my hip.

He started leaning closer, just a few centimeters and in no time our lips would be molding against each other.

My breathing longer, anticipation running through all my nerves. I am excited and nervous, as it is my first time this intimate with someone.

For a sec I thought of pulling back but then I remember, the prisoner life I live, and thinking that it may be my only chance to live freely for once, I broke all my resistance.

Determined I gripped his collar and smashed my lips on his but before that, a strong commanding voice, broke all my courage for the night.

"Touch her and I promise that she would be the last girl, you will ever touch."

Why? Why do things like this only happen to me?

I groaned inwardly. But didn't dare to turn towards the owner of the voice, which we all know belongs to the devil himself.

R.I.P Tiara Williams.

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