One Big Party Novels & Stories

We are not going” Christian said. “What do you mean we are not going?” Molly frowned. “Didn’t you hear they said it was for couples only?” He asked “Yes I did and as far as I am concerned, we are all couples…” Molly replied while looking at everybody but when her eyes landed on Jess, her words were swallowed. When Jessica heard the butlers saying that the party was for couples, she felt very sad and alone. She is the only single one in the group . Even if Sharpay and Luke are not yet dating, at least they like each other. She knew she would be left alone tonight but when she heard Christian saying that they were not going, she was shocked. She knows it is because of her. She doesn’t want

“And… you need a plus one.” “A plus one.” Eden repeated the words slowly, like they were in a foreign language. “Yes, sir. It’s that kind of event. Everyone brings a date. It’s tradition, apparently. Very important to the Argentine business culture. They see it as a sign of stability and……” “Where exactly am I supposed to get a plus one, Carlos?” Eden interrupted, beginning to pull off his tie. He kept his face completely straight, his tone deadpan. “Should I take you? Would you like to be my date tonight?”

then she realized that she should call Raymond to figure out why he did this. Grand imperial club was the biggest club in the city, the hottest spot for the wealtiest and the most powerful. it was the most luxurious presidential suite which was on the top of the building, a few men sitting on the sofa, and beside them was standing the VIP service manager ready for their call anytime.

Carson sneaked out of the room with one last long look, leaving Alice to her troubled thoughts. It was a busy day that went by quickly. As Alice worked hard to plan the party, she was glad to have something to focus on besides her feelings. She carefully arranged flowers and polished the silver until it sparkled. She also helped the other staff get the grand hall ready for the engagement news. As night fell, the house was filled with energy. As more people showed up, laughing and the clinking of glasses filled the room. Carson was greeting people, and Alice watched from the darkness. Carson's smile never quite reached his eyes.

“Not yet.” But I would. The thought settled uneasily in my stomach. *** The invitation had arrived that morning, delivered in a sleek black envelope embossed with gold lettering. The Annual Commerce Gala. A prestigious gala, filled with the city’s elites, business moguls, and socialites, an event that gathered the city’s most powerful figures under one roof.

For once, I was glad I was underage. Even if Kalen, the owner of The Smoke Wagon, never bothered to card any of us when we went in there, America didn't have to know it. "Not twenty-one yet." She shook her head. "That's right. Oh my God, you're so damn big." She stopped to bite her lip and lowered her voice. "In every way. I keep forgetting you're not twenty-one yet."

The men would slump on the couch, drinking, playing poker, and talking business, while Juliet strutted around in crop tops and tiny shorts like it was a runway. I had told him I hated those gatherings and begged him to stop going. He just brushed me off. "Margot, networking is part of my job. We talk business and make connections at those parties. Come on, we're not attached at the hip just because we're dating. "Juliet is like one of the guys. We are business partners. Even if she walked in front of me undressed, I would feel nothing." All of it was just pretty lies to keep me quiet.

Mom really wants a grandchild. "Oh, I almost forgot to mention! We're having a party tommorow night, you should come dear, and do bring a date with you! Bring your plus one!" She squealed. My plus one? Where the heck can I find that? "What about it?" I asked. "Well, your father—i mean, Maverick wants to celebrate our partnership with some other successful business men! There's going to be a lot of big time multi billionaires in that place, so I want you to dress up fancy, and also your plus one," She said.

His other hand is on my waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we swayed our body. "What exactly is the purpose of this party?" I whispered to his ear. "Just a celebration for the successful massive growth of income of the Alco's group of companies. They came up with a masquerade party just to add spice to the event. I also heard that there will be a lot of hot girls later just for single men to enjoy the rest of the night. The rooms upstairs are all vacant.” He whispered the last sentence to my ear.

To the left was a table of exquisite wines that I can only afford if i donated my two kidneys, donated Louisa's liver and sold of Megan's grandma for money rituals. And I'm talking about buying just a glass. Whoever is hosting this party uses five dollar bills for toilet paper. I mean, it's really useless to him. And to the right a round table of sugary treats. The types and numbers of cakes here I couldn't count. But I'm banking on leaving here with a diabetes type one. The music being played wasn't the usual classics of Mozart and Beethoven, it was simple blues in almost hushed tones that could give you a skin massage by just listening to it.