The Reunion I could’ve lived without

Chapter 2 - The Reunion I could’ve lived without 

Nova 

The persistent knock on the door was what woke me up, it sounded a lot like a persistent tax collector at 7 a.m. 

“If you don’t stop knocking, you won’t know peace in this life and the next” 

Katie cried out while covering her head with her pillow, she was still sleeping and definitely hungover.

“It’s Jay” 

Said a familiar deep voice on the other side of the door. 

‘Fuck’ Katie and I groaned at the same time. 

Jay is Lena’s dad's bodyguard, and the same man who popped up at random to deliver gifts, check in. Pick Lena up like a VIP and reminded us just by existing that Lena dad is rich enough to have a glorified baby sitter on his payroll. 

And if Jay was here that means the car conveying us to Lena’s house is parked downstairs; I shot up from my bed, the sleep leaving my body instantly as I took on the mess around me. 

Lena and Katie were still snoring, spread out like dead angels on their beds and the floor was littered with empty bottles of the drinks they indulged in after we got him yesternight, heels and sparkling crop tops. 

We were supposed to be ready before jay’s arrival and should have left hours ago. 

“Lena” 

I shook her shoulders softly, she rolled over changing position.

 “Lena” 

I shook her harder and with more urgency “wake up, your dad’s party is today!” 

“What the fuck Nova” 

she muttered, eyes barely open, I walked over to the curtain and opened it allowing the brightness to come in, and I yanked the covers off both of them. 

“Bitch give it back” 

Katie whined and hugged her knees to her chest in fetal position. 

“I hate you” Lena added still sleeping comfortably. 

“Jay is downstairs” 

I snapped and that seemed to get in Katie’s head since she sat up slowly. 

“And. Today. Is. Your. Dad’s. Birthday Lena!”

I  raised my voice while shaking her. 

“The party you planned for him”

I added through clenched teeth, because they were acting like we weren’t about to miss the one event we had zero excuses to be late for. 

Lena sat up like someone has just plugged in her sanity charger. 

“I’ll never drink again in my life” 

she whispered dramatically while clutching her head. 

Lies. 

“Hey Jay, we’re almost done” 

Lena switched to her fake sweet voice, I couldn’t resist the eye roll. “Give us like thirty more minutes” 

I gave her the deadliest look I could manage while picking used facial wipes from the floor.

 “Internship starts on monday, I need to make good impression” 

“I know, I know” 

she muttered and the rest of the morning blurred into a chaotic dressing scene full of last minute packing, shared hair straighteners, and one of Lena’s emergency black coffee shots. 

All the pent up tension disappeared like the steam of a boiling water as I gaped at the looming mansion.. point of correction; The private palace. 

The sleek BMW that conveyed us gilded into a garage that looked like a luxury dealership and my jaw almost dislocated at how wide it opened. Bentleys, McLaren’s and more than one fucking rolls Royce! 

Katie didn’t blink, her expression remained the same, being a wealthy heiress herself I’m sure this is a normal sight to her. But I was stunned, there is nothing normal about this, I’m definitely out of my league. 

A private elevator took us to the upper floor where gold lined walls and glass sculptures made the hallway look like an extravagant art museum.

Lena walked ahead greeting familiar staff in tailored uniforms while Katie was still immersed in her phone like she didn’t just walk in a scene into a scene out of crazy rich Asians. 

“Your dad is waiting in the dining hall” Jay said, pausing at a set of double doors for us to walk in. 

“Daddddyyy” Lena squealed and ran in, Katie on her heels and I was last to step into the doors. 

Everything in my body went still immediately and it’s  not because of the giant chandeliers that looked like floating glasses of clouds in the room or the twelve foot long golden table that took up almost half of the room, I didn’t care about any of that. 

Because at the head of the table with my best friend still in his arms sat the man from last night. 

The man whose dick was in my mouth a few hours ago, the man who made me choke, moan, drip and swallow every drop of his cum like I’ve been trained for it. 

Katie gave him a brief side hug and it was my turn; I stepped forward, my heart pounding, my cheeks already burning as I extended my hand for a polite handshake hoping he wouldn't recognize me. 

But of course… he did. 

He looked up from my outstretched hand slowly, his icy gray gaze were sharp and hungry as the locked onto mine and he smirked. 

Fuck. 

He finally took my hand in his warm, firm grip; the same hand that held my head in place last night, his thumb discreetly traced a circle on the back of my hand. 

“Daddy, this is Nova. My roommate and Bestgirl”

Lena said brightly and I smiled in agreement like I wasn’t seconds away from having a stroke. 

I’m Nova hart, scholarship student, straight A Virgin and the first blowjob I gave a man was to my best friend’s billonaire father and this is just the beginning.