1. Missed my last prom night...

Vera's POV. 

“Vera!” Someone calls out to my name amidst the blaring music in the ballroom. I jerk, almost thinking the person I’m waiting for has at long last  arrive  but when I register  the voice as a feminine  one, I scrunch my nose.

It must be my all talkative BFF, Sage.  Tonight is our prom night. I’m a senior. In fact, in the coming months we'll graduate 

and this is literally  my last prom in school.

 Actually, we the seniors are allowed to bring a date even if they ain’t  from our school and I thought it wise to call the man I want.

I sigh, worried why he isn’t 

on his phone nor here yet. I made sure to ring this event like a bell in his ears. It’s  my last prom in high school and I fucking want him here with me.

I whirl around in the direction  of the voice that called me and I see Sage strutting over in her signature cat walk. I take my BFF in. As always, Sage looks pretty. Hot even. Right now, her risqué red sequin dress is showing off her pert  body. She styled her hair in a close-cropped style.

If I’m into  girls, I swear I’ll be among those crushing on her. Sage has lured all the non straight girls in our school and she plays them. 

In this our last year in school, she has fucked about six girls in the restroom  without giving a shit about the scandal that followed.

I smile when I notice 

the V-neck  of my dress is more deeper than hers and I had worn it to lure one man. I seethe just as I remember 

I’ve not heard from him at all.  I wonder where he is. He should be off work by now. A sigh, long enough to attract  attention 

leaves my parted lips.

Sage’s  fuck-me louboutin  hammers against  the tiled floor just as she scoots closer to me.

“Girl, you look hot.” She showers me praise as she leans in to kiss my cheeks. I give a smile and peck her back, her soft rosy scent whiff my nostrils.

“Damn, I bet your daddy you got that…” She exclaims with a hint of sarcasm.  Sage will never  stop tagging me a daddy’s  girl because 

of David’s  over protectiveness. Sometimes I wish he's doing that because 

he loves me as his woman rather than his daughter or ward.

The man doesn’t even relent when I bitch about how I hate his attitude  towards me. He'd always say, ‘Kid, it’s  my duty to  protect you’ and usually  his voice is cold whenever  he says that. Once these words leave his lips, I can’t  argue further.

I swear I hate that about him because  it'll make my plans of him seeing me as a grown woman not to work.

“Sage, stop. Don’t 

mock me now. I got the dress by myself. Not David.”  I slap her forearm as I spill it.

I was able to insist on buying the dress days before, if not David would have handled it the way he usually does. That day I hollered that these were my  final moments in  high school and I was old enough to buy a dress for myself  without his help.

Hmm…that man is really strong headed. I  wonder how his workers accommodate  his attitude. There had been many shits in gossip pages that tagged him as the most ruthless CEO in America.  

Honestly, I somehow don’t 

blame those that call him that. His attitude  can make someone  soil their dress, well except me.   

David doesn’t  always come out ruthless or cold hearted to me unless that flare of protection  ripples inside him. He values my safety more than anything  else.

“Really? This is my first freaking  time seeing that. Great improvement  it is.” She quips.

“Sass…” I drawl, taking my eyes around the ballroom  filled with students and their dates.  Sage 

does the same too, looking around. “Wait, you came with no date?” I ask and she shrugs.

“You already know how it goes…” She throw up a shoulder.

Yeah, sure I know…someone’s 

going to either ask her to be her date or she woos a girl. Sage is an expert in wooing girls.

“Nick isn’t here yet? Where could  he be?” Sage asks me and it’s  then I realize that Nick isn’t  here yet. I’ve been so focused on David, I forgot  about my other BFF.

“I don’t know…I should call him.”  I open my phone and navigate through the contact list in search of Nick.

I dial him but his phone rings without him picking up. “Ain’t  answering,” I say.

Before I turn my attention 

back to Sage, the girl has already marched across the room when a sexy chick strut into the ballroom.

The girl’s  blonde hair stands out in the crowd. It’s  so sparkling, it looks unnatural but I know it is because  I’ve heard so much about the girl’s  hair before.

Sage does her usual 

thing by engaging the girl in a talk. It isn’t  hard for her to get the girl’s  attention. I cut my eyes away from them and walk over to the corner to help myself with a glass of water.  

I want to stay sober and ensure my daddy comes here like I told him. I’d have been drowning in drinks by now…making out around and some shits that help cut my attention  away from him but I can’t.

I just want him here with me.  While I’m sipping the water, I see Nick walk in with a girl in his arms.

See, all my BFFs have a date except me. I raise my phone again and dial David.  He doesn’t  pick.  I can only assume he's shagging one of his whores.

My daddy is a blatant womanizer. I’ve never  seen him with a woman twice, except one person whom he had asserted to be the daughter of his business partner. His four wives all divorced  him because  he couldn’t 

be faithful to them. Being faithful is totally  out of the league for him.  

My mind always reminds me about that but I love him enough to care.  Since I came of age, my wishes had been  for my daddy to bang my pussy. I crave his love like an addict craves his drugs. The man is cutting through my mind always, driving me crazy. I can’t help it.

I always drip wet whenever I see him bare chested or working out in the gym…

“Vera, darling.” Nick comes to my side and kisses my lips, bringing some moments of distraction. I blush knowing he's doing it in front of his date.

Well, that’s  Nick's way  of greeting me but it’s  as platonic as can be.

“Meet my date, Angelina. You can call her Lina for short.” He tells me, a radiant smile on his face. Turning to Lina, he says. “And Lina, meet my BFF, Vera.”

I stretch out my hand and Lina takes it. “I know her.” She tells Nick as we shake hands.

Everyone in the whole school knows me as David Truman’s ward. Something  I came to despise since I started wanting him to be my partner.

Thankfully, his guardianship 

over me will soon end. That parcel of news makes me happy.

“Yeah, of course, you must know her. Vera’s a girl with a big name. Is not Vera?” He directs the last sentence  to me and I shrug.

I practically  walk in David Truman’s  shadow, so whatever  popularity 

he gets I get.

“Vera, we’re going to seal off this prom night at my place tonight. You in?” I know what he means.

Nick already mentioned 

a pool party at his house and literally everyone in Dame High School will want to attend.

“Nick…I don’t  have a date!” I pout and thrash my feet.

“Darling, there are guys here! You'll definitely get wooed.” He winks by his right-hand side and I see him.

Harry. Damn, the boy wants to add to my list of Dame high school boys I fucked. Orally, mind you. Hell, he’s been on my throat all year round, and right now, he’s drenching me with his eyes.

Well…since the man I invited to be my date hasn’t  shown up yet, I guess Harry will have to stay in his place.

“See…?”  Nick shrieks when Harry starts coming towards us with his jet-black hair dangling with each step he takes. His suit hugs his features perfectly.

Hmm…don’t  get me wrong, Harry is one hell of a handsome high school boy. Literally, every high school girls' dream boyfriend, but he wants a relationship which I only want with David.

I want a man as a boyfriend, not a boy. Especially not the possessive  Harry Yates.

“Hi, Vera.” He says, kissing my knuckles.

“Hi…Harry.” I mutter, plastering a modicum of smile I’m able to piece together. Nick shepherds his date away, mouthing the time we're to live for the pool party and I nod.

“I can see you’re 

alone. No date?” He sings out, locking his brown eyes on my features.

 I shrug, lightly. Then. “As you can you…” I try to offer a response in return but he quickly spits, interrupting my mind that’s working on providing the best possible answer.

“Why don’t  you accept me, Vera?”  The way he rushed the words comes as a surprise and he surprises me further when he steps into my space, crowding me.

“I told you, I’m Interested in another.” I snap, hating that he always brings this up.  Harry’s eyes dim. He has always wanted to know who in Dame high school wants what he wanted.

Mind you, Harry is a notorious bully. I know he must have messed the person up if he was a high school boy. But, of course, the man I want is way stronger. Harry can never stand up to him.

“Then…can I be your date?” He offers.

The way his lips curl up tells me the dude can suckle on a pussy well. Maybe I can make do with him tonight.

“Fine.” I relent.

At that, Harry drags me gently to the dance floor.  We gyrate our hips together  to the Rihanna  music. I dance away my disappointment.

Harry holds the blades of my hips in a tight grip, shoving me against  his ass to alert me on how hard he is.

When it’s  time for us to depart for the pool party, he comes along. He walks me to my  Lamborghini. Andrei, my bodyguard  gives me the look and I tell him we're heading to a friend’s place.

He flutters the door 

open and lets me in. He walks to the driver’s side and takes the wheel, driving  me away. 

Of course, I don’t expect him to allow Harry into the car.

Knowing that David missed my last prom night, I fist my hands. He's going to get an earful from me ‘cause I know David Truman is somewhere fucking women.