Chapter 2

3 years later…

“It’s your last night here, Amanda! We have to go out to the night clubs on this island, and you really need to get laid girl.” Sharon slapped my ass as she walked behind me, and the other models laughed.

Jay chuckled as he touched my shoulder, and I adjusted the writing pad in my hand.

“Don’t mind Mandy, girls. I’ve been trying to get her into a club since she started working for me. It’s almost like she’s allergic to fun.” He ruffled my hair and I snorted.

“If I always went to clubs and got shit faced, who would drag your ass out of the gutter and beg the cops not to arrest you for being naked in public?” I retorted.

Jay smirked and laughed, showing his lipstick stained teeth. “There’s nothing wrong in giving the popo a show! Besides, you haven’t had fun since I’ve known you, and this is our last trip together. Can’t you just get shit faced tonight?”

I glared at Jay who gave me the puppy eyes, pretending he didn’t know what he just did. The models had no idea this was my last trip working for Jay, their manager and my boss and with them. I wanted to leave quietly, avoid the fuss but he just ruined it.

The models attacked me with hugs, sulking in my ear. “You were just going to leave, Amanda?” Sharon asked, and then sighed. “I can’t believe you planned to sneak out on us.”

Beatrice shook her head. “Now you can’t say no tonight. We have to make this night legendary for you, as a parting gift.”

I started to protest, wanting nothing than to lay down and watch a movie after surviving the whole trip waiting on these princesses but I sighed. I haven’t had fun after the incident those years ago.

And it was my last trip before I started with my plan. For once, it would be really nice to let go of the pain and hatred. Just one night.

So I managed a small smile on my normally stony face. “Okay then.”

“Yay!” The girls screamed and Jay nudged my shoulder.

“Go get laid.” He winked and I rolled my eyes. He was the only one who knew how much pain I had endured, my true identity.

So he knew how much I needed to let go for one night.

Jay saved me from the fire three years ago. At first, from the smell of my burning flesh, I thought he was the angel of death who had come to drag me to hell, but he carried me out of the house and took care of me.

Jay, although way older than me at the age of forty-five, was the only person who knew the real me, Emma. He caught a glimpse of her before she died. He molded me into this entirely different woman, Amanda. He helped me with my plastic surgery, transforming my entire face to a different but beautiful woman, and fueled my plan to destroy the man who stole everything for me.

I had no idea why he was there that night, but he has been with me every night, and after a week from now, I would start our plan to ruin Ryan.

For the last three years, I’ve been working closely with Jay, as his personal assistant. He was a CEO of a modeling company, and we flew to many countries for work. I was going to miss him after this.

His gay, alcohol-loving attitude was an icon, and I hated to admit, but I loved him.

Amanda Wyatt wouldn’t exist without him.

“Let’s go get shit-faced, my loves!” Jay hollered and the models pushed me into the dressing room, ignoring my protests as they peeled me out of my corporate clothes.

We stepped into Magic, the most exclusive and hidden club in the city, reserved for the men who pay not to be seen, and the eyes of many men, expensive, landed on us as we walked in. Sharon immediately led us to the bar, and I kept to her as I ignored Jay and some models leaving as they go look for ways to get laid. I wasn’t interested in that. Someone touching me got me on edge. No one had had sex with me since Ryan.

The club was dark, and I avoided making eye contact with anyone as almost naked women danced on powerful men, doing more things than should be done in public.

My eyes stopped on a woman who knelt down on the floor, giving a man a blowjob. Her movements were slow as she had all of his dick in her throat, and she gagged, making me wonder how big he was.

Then his eyes met mine, piercing into my soul.

I quickly looked away, hating how that made me feel as my face turned red.

What was that? I knew this sort of clubs, but I have never set foot in one. This was wrong. I stopped myself from turning as I felt the man’s gaze on me.

Sharon smirked at me, and handed me a shot. “I’m going to get you drunk.”

I sighed, looking at the shot glass. Alcohol was one of the things I hated, but tonight I said fuck it.

Praying I don’t end up in the gutter like Jay, I drowned the contents of the glass.

My eyes strayed back to the man and his eyes were still pinned on me, and I swallowed at the intensity I felt under his spell. He looked about the same age as Jay, old enough to be my father, but I couldn’t imagine him being that. Why the fuck was I even imagining him? I hated men. And one has not even made me consider touching them with a ten foot pole.

I peeled my eyes away from his grey ones again, and took more shots, ignoring his stare on my naked back, the design of my dress leaving a little to the imagination.

After the fourth shot, I was on my feet, dancing. I felt hot, and the musics moved my body as I let go of my inhibitions. Sharon just kept giving me shots, and now she was nowhere to be found.

But I felt good. Free. Tonight I wasn’t Amanda.

I just want to have fun. I have been too tired and sad for too long.