Billionaire Series #1: The Heiress's Pregnancy

“Okay! That’s a wrap! Thank you, Savannah. You did a really great job!” Did a great job? Was that supposed to be an insult or compliment? I’m the great Savannah Harris, and it’s normal for me to be flawless in everything I do.

“Well, if that’s all then I can leave, right?” The team leader looked so flustered. Was there something insulting in what I just said? Of course, none. He’s probably expecting me to compliment him too but I decided to be a bitch today, so, poor him. “If there’s nothing else then I should take my leave.” I grabbed my bag from my manager and walked away without looking back.

Gosh! I hope I’m not late for the party! My friends are probably waiting for me! “Don’t call or text me. Wait, you know what, just don’t think about me at all. I’ll be partying and you should too. You’re near on becoming a corpse! Why are you so pale? Anyway, I’m out of here.”

I entered my car and didn’t even wait for my manager to response. Why would I? He could wait, while my party can’t. I was concentrating in driving when some jerk suddenly started calling.

“I’m surprised you have my number saved on your phone. What do you need, Stefano?” That devil-like-named is, unfortunately, one of my brothers. I don’t know what his name means but I always get the vibe of Satan in it. It fits him though; he came straight from hell.

[Grandfather wants us all present for dinner later. I’m just here to deliver the message from him.]

“Oh yeah, I thought you are the SH Holdings Vice-President? I didn’t know you are now the chairman’s spoke person.”

[Just be here--]

“Nah, it’s a waste of time to sit on the dining table. Tell him I won’t be there and I don’t care. I’m hanging up!” And just like that, I hanged up the phone. What does that old man want? Well, whatever he wants doesn’t concern me at all.

They won’t just stop, huh? Now, my youngest brother, Skyler, is calling.

“Sky, I’m not going on tonight’s dinner.”

[Sis, you’re just getting yourself on more trouble!] I can’t stop laughing after he said that. He really said that? It’s making me crack up! This kid really doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Skyler, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? If you did, well just let me introduce myself. I am Savannah Harris, the oldest child of the Harris who owns SH holdings, and I am proudly to be the black sheep in this family. I’ve been causing trouble for the past twenty-eight years of my life, a little bit more won’t hurt, right?”

[Savannah--]

“Skyler, I’m not needed in that dinner. Whatever the old man wants doesn’t concern me at all, and yes, I’m talking about grandfather. Besides, I’m a hundred percent sure that I’m not included on his plans because I never was. I’m just going to sit there and be the bitch again, is that what you want? If I attend, I’ll end up being the drama on the dinner table. So, I prefer not to do that tonight. I’m partying so don’t call me. Eat well my little brother!”

What I said to Skyler are pure facts. I’m just going to sit there and be the laughingstock again. I prefer to be wasted in tonight’s party than hear an earful from that old man.

Finally! I arrived at the club! I turned my phone off before entering. I don’t want to be disturbed when I am trying to get wasted.

“Savannah is here!” Stupid photoshoot! My friends are already here and I’m late! Oh well, they say save the best for last so I’ll let it slide.

“Hey! Did you start the party without me?”

“Of course not! Only the great Savannah can inaugurate the party!” I grabbed a bottle of champagne and shake it as hard as I can, and POP! There it goes!

“Let the party start! Hit that music!” This is what I’m talking about! A loud music, liquors everywhere and flashing disco lights is way better than a boring so-called family dinner! It’s great to be part of the Harris family though, I get the money and I spend it by renting a whole club!

I let my body control me. Now, I’m in the middle of the dance floor dancing with a bottle of vodka in my hands. Hangovers are always worth it when you have fun like this! I started to look around and, yeah, there goes my friends and their friends making out in the club’s sofa.

“Get a room!” I jokingly shouted. They looked flustered and it made me crack up. “Use the bathroom instead! Stop making out in public you perverts!” I’m still joking at that part. Well, I’ve been to parties hundreds of times now, so I’m used to seeing that kind of stuffs. Frankly speaking, I’ve seen worse.

Every beat drop, a stress of mine is relieved. People frequently say that modeling is easy. If it is then why don’t you do it yourself? What’s easy with it? Well, you just have to pose multiple times, smile and smile and smile until your lips tear, and add the fact that you have to act all nice and respectful or else you’ll be on the headline for tomorrow’s news.

“Everyone! Let’s play a game!” One of my friends shouted. He was even clinking a glass with a fork. What are we, in a wedding reception? Is the bride in groom supposed to kiss now? Kidding aside, I approached him since he succeeded gathering the attention of everyone.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Spin the bottle? What is he a highschooler? That’s a lame game! And of course, I had the same reaction like everyone else. “It’s not going to be lame after you hear the twist! Okay, so whoever gets pointed by the bottle will take off a piece of their clothing!”

“You jerk! You’re just a pervert!” He really thinks that a good game? Well, kind of thrilling but I expected that reaction from most of the girls.

“I think it’s a bit of thrilling.” Okay, I said that as a joke but I didn’t expect the bottle to land at me three times in a row! For goodness’ sake, I’m just wearing a skirt, top, long socks and high-knee boots and a couple few jewelries. I have now taken off my rings, boots and socks.

“The bottle loves you, Savannah!” My friend said while laughing.

“I know, who doesn’t like me anyway? But this kind of love isn’t my thing.”

“Look! It’s you again! What are you taking off this time? There are no jewelries left!”

“Oh, come on! Seriously?! This bottle is biased!” Well, I’m wearing a sports bra inside the top so I think it’s safe. I was about to take it off but then someone barge in the club and picked me up like I was a sack of rice!