Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage.She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom. "Out! " She snaps her fingers to the two girls inside. They scram away frightened.Like a supermodel on a runway, she magically turns to face me. This is the closest I have been to Courtney Emerson, an heiress to a multinational empire. I can't deny, she is beautiful and she knows it and owns it. Her pair of arched eyebrows incline slightly as she assesses me. I also do the same, one feature I find myself obsessing over is her button nose, too cute. She folds her red lips and sticks her tongue out and speaks, "Stay away from Quinn." She's

I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honour."You look so much alike." Sophie speaks. I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me. "Do you know her?" My voice breaks as I ask. "She was my best friend since college." She puts her tea aside. It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend."Do you know her?" Sophie repeats my question.Am tempted to lie but I nod instead, "She was my mother."I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her. "Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over."I get agitated. "This wasn't a get to know you dinner but a manipulation to interrogate me!" I remember Ryan telling me his parents can be nosy. I immediately regret admitting that the woman on the photo is my mother.In a bl

I cling to Quinn like my life depends on him. He guides me in the opposite direction I earlier came in. At the furthest end, there's is a private elevator that takes us to the basement where his car is parked.I break the silence even though I know he won't answer me. "How did you find me? Are you stalking me?" "Stalking you?....please" He snorts. "I was with my... Courtney when I saw you. You had fear written all over your face so I followed you." He answers to my surprise. His red Lamborghini comes to sight. He unlocks it and turns to face me. "Get in!" He orders. "You seriously need to stop ordering me around," I say. "I can't help it am a Nickel." He grins and opens the door for me.I try to hide my smile by biting my lip. Quinn releases an involuntarily moan. He bends until we are on the same level. His soft lips are inches apart, I can smell his aftershave. "Stop doing that if you don't want me to take you here like a caveman." He hisses and shuts the door.I watch him wa

My hair is perfectly curled against my face, i finish by pushing two booby pin on each sides. I ran my hand over the red strapless dress Quinn picked for me, the fabric is so smooth and soothing.My eyes land on the bookshelf. I luckily managed to slip the photo back before Quinn found me.The buzz of my phone on the bed steals my attention. I pick it and unlock it and read Andre's text, was hoping is my brother. I haven't heard from him since yesterday night.Andre: Where are you @?Me: @ Quinn's penthouse.Andre: Seriously?! I was worried sickMe: Sorry... I will make it up to you.Andre: By bringing down the Nickel's?I smile thoughtful.Me: It is a promise.I take my bag of makeup. A black pencil, mascara and lipgloss. I draw the thinnest line round my eyes, and a layer of mascara. I finish with the lipgloss. Satisfied i slip into black stilettos. I love anything with an inch, figuratively and literally."Took you long." Quinn says once am in the living room. He's already dressed.

"An Airport?" my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six-pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yoghurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out. I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can't deny we have a great view of the runway. But I can't picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same. "What is so great about this?" I ask. "I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. " He sighs. I give an inward groan, "Men and Machines." "That should be on a T-shirt, M&M.," He says.I give him a toothy grin.He opens a beer. He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him take a gulp. I swing mine and take a sip too. "What is your dream destination?" He all over sudden asks. Some noise hinders my immediate response. I turn to its origin. It is a 747 taking off. I watch how it i