CHAPTER 1

CAMILLE

“It's too much” I muttered and Keisha took a step back, pursing her lips as she looked at me, her eyes scanning me almost immediately.

“Trust me Cam, it's just the perfect touch” I sighed and let her continue what she was doing to my face.

There was no winning against Keisha Badmus, she had her way with things and if she didn't, she'd still have a way.

I don't think I could convince anyone the way Keisha always did, I was just daddy's spoiled princess. That's what the press called me ‘the Italian Princess’.

It was a major insult to my name as Camille Barone, but of course my papa didn't see anything wrong with me being called a Princess, but I did.

Everything was wrong with being tagged as an Italian princess, they all thought I was weak, too dependent on my papa and I hated it, cause I wasn't.

I was more than that, fuck, he was my papa I was meant to enjoy all I could from him, I wish I wasn't so affected by their words sometimes.

“What are you thinking about?” Keisha asked, dropping the mascara on the vanity table and I shook my head.

“Don't tell me you're still worked up on what that fickle bitch said earlier?” I shook my head and smiled lightly.

Earlier today I and Keisha happened to bump into an old bitch from school. She was with a few friends and at the end of the day they dragged us to a restaurant.

Fast forward to a few minutes later, my card refused to pay due to bad network I guess, and one of her friends dropped the most rudest comment ever.

“Being a daddy's girl has it cons I guess” and the other two girls stifled a laugh, safe for my old classmate who didn't laugh, and I thought she would actually warn her friend over her rude remark, how wrong I was.

“Don't say that Connie, Mr Barone wouldn't be happy if he heard that, that's an insult to a man of status and besides he would never freeze his daughter's account no matter the case” she said.

It might not have sounded so bad, but it was so rude of her to look at me in that light, what was I? A brat? And making such a twisted comment on me being a daddy's girl was so not needed.

“I'm so sorry for my friend's terrible behaviour” the girl apologized and placed her hand over mine and I threw my hand back.

“Bitch” Keisha remarked and somehow before I could tell Keisha not to, the cold soup which we'd ordered was dripping from the girl's face.

And everything went into chaos. I had to pay off the customers who had gotten a video of the awful moment where Keisha nearly ripped off the girl's face.

“I'm sorry Cam, but you know I hate when people feel they can talk at random to you just cause you won't say anything” I nodded and smiled at her.

“Thank you for always standing up for me” and Keisha smiled.

“Common, take a look at my masterpiece, trust me you'll be a walking temptation tonight, you won't even remember that bitch” I laughed and stood up to look at the makeup.

I was totally in awe of how light and fragile it made my face look. The blush made my green jade eyes stand out.

“What the hell did you use, I look so glassy and I feel like I'm going to break if I touch my face” I said and Keisha chuckled.

“Just something I learnt recently, it looks so good on you anyways” and I nodded.

We arrived at the club and the loud music was enough to put me in the mood. Keisha handed me a bottle of spirit and I took two gulps and passed it back to her.

“Girl, you are so hot, any nigga who passes you tonight, has got to me and infidel” Keisha said and I turned pink.

I wore a mesh floral orange and red flower pattern print off shoulder body con dress which stopped just below my ass, it almost didn't cover anything.

And I liked it that way, I loved to watch the hunger in their eyes when they looked at me, because deep down I would never bring myself to actually give in.

I loved the attention I got when I wore something as tempting as this. It was a confidence booster.

It was on nights like this, I could be me without being afraid of those damn cameras or stupid gossips from jealous young girls.

“I'll go get a drink for you, don't wander off and don't dare take any drink offered to you, make sure your phone is with you and always on, okay” Keisha warned sternly and I nodded.

“Have fun” she smiled and disappeared into the crowd.

I smiled and shook my head, Keisha was such a mother hen, i don't know if it came with the age though, she was two years older than me or maybe from the fact that I never really stood up for myself, either ways I never stopped her and papa felt safe with her around me.

The beats were slowly finding their way to my body as I moved slowly. I knew Keisha might not return for a long time, so I went to get myself a drink from the bar stand.

The barman quickly got me my order and just to be safe I asked him to drink from it, he was surprised but did so regardless after waiting for a few minutes and he was good I took the drink.

I've been drugged twice since I started going to clubs and each time I had Keisha to help but I couldn't go on depending on her to save me each time.

The heat from the dance floor added with the drink that had my head all hazy. I was dancing without care. I was a damn good dancer, which meant I could see the way the men around stared at me,as I rocked my hips each too afraid to come up.

My eyes locked with a man in the far corner of the room, the party lights were mild on him but I could still make out the hunger in his eyes as he watched.

And for some very weird reason I felt so hot under his gaze, his eyes followed by every movement, he downed another glass of his drink and poured another.

I danced and continued to wait hoping he'd come up to me but it seemed as much as he desired he wasn't willing to make any move.

“Hey princess, wanna dance?” A blonde guy asked as he placed his hands on my waist pulling me close to him.

I could feel his hard on pressed against my ass, and the coldness of his shirt, he was sweating and his cologne smelt quite terrible.

I looked in the direction of the shadowed man and his eyes were still on me, his glass on his lips. I don't think having another man touch me like that made him very happy.

When he dropped his glass, he had a scowl on his face as he watched us.

“Fuck off man” I yelled over the loud music and pushed the guy away.

“Common girl, Sei Una gran figa” he slurred and I pushed him away angry at how vulgar his words were.

“I said fuck off” he raised his hands in mock surrender and moved to another lady in no time.

“Hey, you okay?” I nodded as Keisha handed me a drink, she looked messy and I believed she was having her own fun.

“It seems you're okay, I'll be back” she yelled and disappeared once again, I downed the drink and felt like getting something even stronger.

“Another drink please, something strong” the bartender nodded and moved to get it done.

“Will you be able to hold off another pervet, if you go down with something strong” I turned to the source of the voice and right next to me had to be a fallen angel.

“It's you” I whispered and somehow he heard that.

“You want me to take a sip? The bartender asked mad I nodded and waited for after he kept the drink.

“I've got strong senses, a few drinks won't make me go down with just anybody” he chuckled and slipped a card to the bartender and ordered another drink for himself.

I took that time to look at him fully, he wore a blue shirt with black pants, his hair was curly looked very soft.

He turned to me and I got a view of his face, his sharp jawline, covered with a well trimmed stubble, pointed nose and firm thin lips, he didn't look like the type that should be here but somehow he still managed to fit in here.

My breath got hooked in my throat as his eyes pierced into mine, the hair on my hand stood and I looked away immediately to the bartender.

He was still working fine, and didn't look like he was about to pass out so I took a swig of my drink and ordered for two more, downing it immediately.

I turned to him and smiled “wanna dance?” dark desires swamed his eyes as he looked at the dance floor before he smirked and shook his head.

“I'll pass, have fun” I shrugged and moved to the dance floor, I felt his eyes on me from the counter, he hadn't left either.

I wanted him for tonight. I wasn't the type to sleep around, heck I was still a virgin at nineteen.

But the man just ticked for me and I wanted his whole attention, which I somehow knew wouldn't be hard to get.

The DJ switched to take by Tony Lanez and the air in the club quickly changed into sex.

My hands went up to my hair as I moved my body to meet with the tempo of the song, our eyes met and he had a glass in his hand as he watched not hiding the fact that he wanted me for himself.

The man eyes were enough to get me wet and thinking of all that would happen if he choose to come up and claim me.

He was so relaxed in his seat but his eyes said more, they were starved and I was just the right meal to satiate that hunger.

Like a switch, I felt his eyes gone and my spirit fell.

“Looking for me?” A firm voice whispered in my ear and I smiled.

“You bet I was” his hand fisted my hair in his hand, and pulled me to him and I gasped from the slight pain and the amount of pleasure that sent to my pussy.

His large hand rested on my hips as he pulled me even closer untill I felt the bulge in his pants.

“You like the attention don't you” he whispered against my ear.

“And you like the show” I answered, grinding my ass on his bulge, I heard him suck in his breathe, before burying his nose in my hair.

“This is so wrong” he muttered” as his hand roughly pressed my breast against the fabric of my dress and I moaned.

“Fuck” he cursed.

And swiftly turned me around stopping me from grinding harder on him.

“I want to fuck you so badly, I don't think you’d be able to handle it” he whispered in my ear.

He was so direct and it turned me on badly, I was soaking wet at this point, he placed ligh kisses that messed with my head on my shoulder.

“I'll give you till three for you to go home, before I do something I'll regret” I pulled away and looked at him.

He was damn serious, his jawline hard and sharp as a blade as he stared down at me.

Defiance sprouted up in me at his words and I smirked and batted my lashes at him.

“And why should I do that? Because you're scared of doing something wrong? Or maybe you're scared of fucking me” I said and watched his lips curl into a dark smirk.

I just bruised his ego and it turned me on even more when the look in his eyes became darker and filled with desires so obvious that I was drowning.

“Time out sweetheart, you're coming with me” his large hands took mine and pulled me away from the dance floor, out of the club.