Can I Be Your Doll Tonight?

"C'mon don't be a slowpoke. We're late, Tiffany!" Yvonne's loud voice cut through the house walls from the front porch.

"Take it easy on me, it's Halloween but I still gotta look good for Zach" Tiffany replied, the excitement in her voice unhidden as she rushed out of the house, shoving her fake vampire fangs and phone into Yvonne's belt bag since she herself is not carrying a bag.

It's the Halloween party at Stanford university — her school, and students are already bursting their W******p and I*******m stories with how top tier the party is this year, so Tiffany understands Yvonne's impatience.

Pascal—their third friend is probably waiting already too.

"C'mon c'mon!" Yvonne took her hand, dragging her out of the small but beautiful house.

They drove in Yvonne's SUV, and throughout the ride to school, the girls wouldn't stop checking their W******p stories and groups out.

Students aren't taking it easy with multiple posts this year, and it got them more and more impatient till they finally arrived at school.

It's milling with students wearing hideous, scary and gothic costumes—any shade you wish to see.

There are spooky tents everywhere with scarecrow shapes, and students are mingling under them.

The girls quickly fixed their vampire fangs since they're both vampires tonight.

Yvonne went extra, drooling tonic on their chins like real blood, and that completed their looks before they sashayed their ways into the crowd of students.

"Hey vampire girls!" A known voice made them turn at a time to see Pascal who's dressed like Bluebeard with a large smile on his face.

"Pascal!" Tiffany laughed.

"Katherine Pierce? Rebekah Mikealson?" He said, checking them out.

"I'll go for Rebekah, Yvonne fits the Katherine personality better" Tiffany said, splaying her hair.

"Whatever" Yvonne smiled.

"Hey, you look fabulous in the costume" Tiffany played with Pascal's beard, and he chuckled.

"Fabulous? He looks hideous" Yvonne made faces.

"That's kinda like the point, right?" Pascal raised his shoulders.

"Don't mind her, she's on her period" Tiffany whispered.

"That says a lot" Pascal whispered back.

"Gossiping about me when I'm right here? Petty" Yvonne rolled eyes, and the two laughed.

The popping of fireworks in the open night sky caused them to look up, witnessing the beauty together.

"Happy Halloween!" Pascal said.

"Happy Halloween!" The girls co-replied.

"Have you seen Zach?" Tiffany asked Pascal.

"Nope, not tonight" Pascal replied.

"Fanny?" Zach's raspy voice broke into their chats.

"Zachary!" Tiffany rushed to hug him affectionately.

She expected him to steal a kiss like he always does, but he didn't, and that unnerved her.

She broke the hug slowly.

"Hey man" Pascal smiled at him.

"You're not wearing a costume, Zach" Yvonne said.

"Not my thing" Zach replied casually.

Another lie.

Zach takes Halloween serious, he had the scariest costume last year—a grim reaper.

Yvonne and Pascal left them to talk, but they didn't go far.

Tiffany removed her fangs.

"Zachary, what's going on?" She held his face with an hand.

"Let's break up, Fanny" he replied like he practiced that line over and over again before tonight.

Tiffany blinked, not believing her ears. Her heartbeats rolled faster in fear.

"What are you—"

"I fell out of love with you, and I already have someone else in mind. Let's break up, Tiffany" he rephrased, and her eyes dilated.

He called her full name. Zach never does that.

It's either Fanny or babe.

She's the one who uses his full name cos she loves it.

Tiffany's hand fell from his face, and the fangs fell from her.

"What!"

Tears are already gathering in her eyes.

"You heard me right, Tiffany. This relationship is over" Zach repeated, stepping away from her.

"You shithead!!" Yvonne boomed, coming back with Pascal.

They've been listening from where they stood.

"How could you! Do you have no conscience? Huh? You fell out of love with her? How is that even a sentence you mad thing!" Yvonne raised her fist on him, but Pascal stopped her.

"Yvonne, stop it!"

"No Pascal! Let me deal with this twat! It's not done!!" She yelled, gathering more attention.

The music playing in that part of the tent stopped playing already, and a noticeable number of students are already gathered around.

Students which include Lia and Mandy, the baddie best friends who're smiling like they're the happiest people living right now.

Mandy is Pascal's ex, and she hates Tiffany too much. It's mutual though.

Despite Tiffany's tears, Zach never bothered to look guilty or apologetic. He stood there, watching her like he payed to watch her cry.

Tiffany grabbed a bottle of beer from a nearby table, then she raised her middle finger up despite her teary face.

"Fûck you, Zach Roderick!!" She screamed, downing the beer bottle as she rushed out of the tent.

"Tiffany!!" Pascal and Yvonne went after her.

She's already mixed with the crowd, so they began trying her number, but her phone rang inside Yvonne's bag.

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Tiffany left school completely, walking the tarred road with her shoes on her right hand and her beer bottle on the left.

She looks tipsy as she's swaying, but the tears are still pouring.

The air is swinging her hair around her head and face.

She took another swig from the bottle.

Zach is the brightest law student, and that's the first thing that drew her to him, but when she found out he was also attracted, her joy was limitless.

He comes from an average family — not poor and not rich, but she came from a poor family.

Her mother—Stella, owns nothing but a cake shop, and she attends Stanford on scholarship, but Zach didn't care.

He was the most intentional boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

He didn't only help her educationally, but also financially and emotionally. Zach was amazing, but now the amazement is all gone after six months of dating.

Turned off suddenly like a switch.

Tiffany didn't realize when she arrived at Dumbarton bridge, but she felt the wind turn colder, and she leaned on the cold rails of the bridge, staring down the dark water which has the reflection of the big moon.

The revs of passing cars behind her is a disturbing sound at the back of her mind, and when she tried taking another swig from the bottle, it slipped from her hand into the water below.

She leaned on the rails, and her tipsiness almost made her slip over, but she was pulled back by strong, capable arms.

The smell of Irish spring enveloped her nose, refusing to let go as whoever is it kept holding her safely.

She didn't even care to know who it is or try looking at the face, but she hugged him tightly, and he allowed her.

She just wants to remain here, on this bridge, and never leave.

No one told her heartbreak feels this painful. It's her first and she's losing her shit totally.

Her stranger added to her console by stroking her hair, and she smiled, inhaling more of his comforting scent

Whoever he is, his wife must be so lucky to be sleeping beside a sweet smelling man every night.

Wait...his wife!

She quickly broke the hug, wiping her tears with the back of her hand before sniffling.

"Sorry, I was carried away by—"

Her words went back to her throat when she saw the face, and her eyes widened.

It's the richest investor in this city, the popular man-whore whose doll-hiring story never leaves the lips of young ladies.

The handsome sex addict, CEO of Catalyst Investments—Ryat Briggs.

"Are you fine now?" He asked worriedly, his voice as soothing as his scent.

Tiffany sniffled again, her eyes ravaging him from his face to his shoes, then back to his face.

There's only one thing that came up in her mind—she needs to feel him more, and she has to.

It won't be free, and she could at least use the money for her mother's struggling cake shop.

She'd blame this on tipsiness later, though she's in her right senses. She needs this, direly.

She stepped closer, braving up.

"I hear you hire sèx dolls for yourself nightly," she voiced, taking another step closer with throbbing throat.

"Can I be your doll tonight?"