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Hi guys so this is just a quick A/N. I've been getting comments about the main MC's name being mixed up from David/ Gabriel/Mason/Isaac. I was writing three books at the same time thus the mix up. His name is David. I'm really sorry if you come across any mistake. Feel free to comment where I've mistaken and I'll change it. Don't let this discourage you from reading the book. I've just got a lot going on and I'd reread the whole book to fix it but I don't have the time. So please enjoy the book and help me out by commenting where his name is not David and I'll fix it. Thank you for giving my book a chance. You're a blessing.

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As we drove towards the club I couldn't help but groan mentally. What had I gotten myself into? It was one of my 'friends' birthday and I had promised her a fun night at the club. I said friend in quotes because she wasn't really my friend, none of the girls in the car were. We were always together and hang out a lot because of our parents friendship. I wished for one day, just a single day for the chance to escape the pretentious life I lived all in the name of being born rich.

I was only celebrating her birthday because they had celebrated my twenty fourth a couple of weeks ago with a huge party. Thought they got my name on the cake wrong, it was written Alicia instead of Anisha. See, fake friends, they probably had ordered it while drunk.

I tapped my legs on the floor to the beat of the music in the car, my 5'0 height not allowing me the luxury of doing it comfortably. I was short but I had a few things going for me like my flawless melanin skin tone and long curly dark hair that reached mid back. I liked experimenting with my hair and currently it was dyed red at the tips. My boobs were in perfect size for my height at thirty two. My flat stomach always remained that way even with my love for food, lucky me. I boasted of a tiny waist and an hour glass figure that complimented my short frame.

I felt like banging my head against the window because instead of designing my next line, I was baby sitting there drunks. I owned a fashion house in the city called Imperial designs that was the product of my Fashion and Design degree, my grandpa's wallet plus my blood and sweat. The Fashion house was a gift to me from my grandpa when I graduated from university two years ago. He may have given me a building and the startup money but that company was my baby and I made her one of the top fashion houses in the country.

My grandpa was rich because he started his own cement making factory when he was in his early twenties so he was loaded and so was I by extension. I lived in an apartment in the city where I had escaped to when I started working. My mom and two brothers lived in my grandfather's estate on the outskirts of the city.

Enough about me, I'm sure you guys will catch up with the rest as we go on. Back to my three loud friends who were driving me crazy with their screams of excitement. I was seated in the front passenger seat of my Hummer with my driver George as they sat at the back talking my ear drums off. George was my driver and bodyguard hired by my grandpa when I went to university. It was the first time I was out in the free world by myself having been in boarding school all my life. My grandpa had decided that I needed someone to
"look out for me", his words not mine so George got the job. It was glorified babysitting if you asked me. I didn't mind it most of the time because I loved George and we got along just fine when he wasn't eating my food that is.

George was the only person in the whole country besides my family and the three weirdos at the back who knew who I truly was. He knew I'd never drunk a drop of alcohol in my life though my Instagram,
filled with pictures of me hanging around tables filled with the most expensive bottles of alcohol said otherwise. He knew I hated loud music and partying but I had to. It had been my lifestyle for so long I didn't know anything else.

"George please take me back. I promise to give you the weekend off." I whispered desperately.

He just chuckled turning his head slightly to look at me.

"I wish I could but you've been indoors for the past one month except for work and even though you hate this you need to go out more." He explained.

"I don't want to." I whined like the child I was.

"How about this, if you're still having a terrible time in two hours. Call me and I'll come pick you up." He bargained.

"Two hours?! That's too long."I lamented.

"One and a half final offer."He proposed.

He wasn't going to budge so I had no choice but to give in. It was better than I had hoped for anyway.

"Okay fine, an hour and a half plus you get me a bucket of wings and fries." I counteracted.

"Deal."He replied smiling as he concentrated back on driving.

George was forty and reminded me of my dad sometimes. My dad died during my final year of high school in a car accident together with my grandma. It was a really terrible year for my whole family especially me as I was a daddy's girl from birth. I almost dropped out of school because of that incident. My dad and I used to go on road trips, camping and he hated the spotlight that came with grandpas money as much as I did. He was the best dad in the world and the greatest husband to my mom. It was heartbreaking losing him and my grandma on the same day. We managed to get over our grief but their memories will never leave us.

George had been there through all the times I had broken down, he had helped me study for exams even though he didn't know anything about design and always made sure I ate at least once a day because I tended to forget about food a lot. He wasn't married but was a single dad to beautiful ten year old twin girls who lived with their grandma. George always made sure to visit them during his off days or when I forced him to leave my side. He always joked saying I was his first born and I loved that he saw me as a daughter because to me he was a father figure in my life.

"We're here sweetheart." George informed me.

I looked outside and noticed that we were indeed at the club. My so called friends we already outside waiting for me.

"One and half hour George. I don't even have to call you." I demanded playfully.

"I have a good feeling about tonight so I will wait for your call." He replied with a smile.

"If you say so but I'm positive nothing is going to happen." I said getting out of the car after grabbing my phone and small clutch.

George drove off and I joined the girls who were waiting for me impatiently as it was chilly outside. Their short skimpy dresses that showed too much skin and heels that even I couldn't walk in were not built for the cold. I was dressed completely different from them in a pair of blue rugged jeans, a grey cropped hoodie and a pair of white sneakers. I didn't care if everyone thought I wasn't dressed to go clubbing, they could shove their thoughts where the sun don't shine.

"Let's go Nisha." Kimberly demanded pulling my hand.

Out of the three I got along best with her. Kimberly was the same height as me, with a beautiful dark complexion, big eyes and pouty lips. She was cute but a snob sometimes. It was her twenty fifth birthday and the reason for the long night ahead.

Kate and Trisha were twins who liked taking the media by a storm. They were basically sluts, to put it kindly. At twenty five years old they were a perfect photocopy of each other. Both were about 5'5, and everything about them was fake. They had implants in almost all of their body parts and had bleached their skin. I didn't even know why I hang out with them seeing as how different we were. Oh yeah I remember, they were Kimberly's cousins and they grew up together so she was stuck with them and I was stuck with her since our mothers were best friends. It was one huge sham.

We got inside the club and went straight to the VIP area. The club was three floors. The ground floor was a dance floor with two bars and tables arranged along the wall. It was always loud with music and crowded with drunk and dancing patrons. The first floor was divided into VIP booths which were private and less loud. There was a bar at the far end which catered to the clients. The second floor was set aside with self-contained rooms for patrons who decided to take the party upstairs without clothes. I had never ventured up there and never wished to. My companions however were close to having their own private rooms by how frequently they took partners up there.

Kimberly's older brother owned the place so we didn't have to pay extra charges for the private booth. A waitress came in and took our order before leaving.

"Happy birthday Kim." I cheered as I gave her a side hug.

"Thanks Nisha." She replied smiling.

"Yeah happy birthday Kim. Today we are going to get drunk and dance the night away in your honor. Right Trisha?" Kate asked.

"You don't have to ask me twice." Trisha replied.

"Thanks you guys. I'm sure we will have fun." Kim said just as our drinks arrived.

The twins got the most expensive bottle of Vodka in the club each, Kimberly got two bottles of different kinds of wine while I got my signature Del Monte passion juice.

"I can't believe you still don't drink alcohol after all this time of hanging out with us." Trisha exclaimed and I laughed her off.

"I hate the taste you know that." I replied.

"You and your sweet tongue." Kimberly teased as she chugged a whole glass of wine.

"Someone needs to be sober and take care of all of you." I said slightly mocking them.

"Speaking of taking care of. I'm going to the dance floor to find a dzadzzy to take care of me tonight. You coming ladies!" Kate asked grabbing her bottle of vodka and getting up.

I found it funny when she tried to sound sexy saying the word daddy but it just came out sounding slutty.

"Right behind you." Her twin replied before they joined the crowd of dancing bodies.

Kim and I remained behind talking for a little while. She was a model being the only child of two fashionistas. Her parents owned a fashion house like me but it was international unlike mine which was local. The twins' parents owned a chain of hotels and travel agencies around the country and they rarely worked but when they did they used their degrees in Hotel management to help out their folks.

"I'm going to dance. You coming?" Kim asked as she got up.

"You know the answer to that. Go have fun." I replied.

Kim rolled her eyes at me "Party pooper."

"At least I'm here." I said and she laughed before joining the twins on the dance floor.

This was why I hated clubbing with them. They usually went to have fun, just the three of them leaving me to watch their drinks and purses. Not that anyone would steal them anyway.

I took the cap off my carton of juice and chugged it down ignoring the glass it came with. One litre passion flavored water into my system and more to come. I wiped the side of my mouth with the back of my hand like the lady my mother raised me to be. Catch the sarcasm?

The waitress came a few minutes later, grabbed the empty carton before dropping two more and leaving. She knew the drill. Keep them coming. I needed the sugar rush to deal with what the night would bring.

"Hey there pretty lady." A voice greeted making me look up from my phone.

"Hi." I replied and he took that as an invitation to prop himself next to me.

I knew I should have ignored him. Now I had to find a way to get rid of him.

"What is a lady like you doing alone in a place like this?" He asked smiling showing his pearly whites.

I scooted away from him and took my time to study him. He was tall standing at about 5'7. That was tall to me because I was so short. He had a slim build,light skin tone and with a fade haircut. He was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. He looked innocent and nice enough. I would have considered starting a conversation with him except he kept staring me up and down licking his lips, his eyes lingering longer than normal at my exposed thighs.

"Hey fucktard my eyes are up here." I said to him pointing to my eyes.

"I can't help but admire God's creation." He replied licking his lips again.

Okay enough time wasted. I had to get away before I killed the guy.

"Listen here pervert, I know you think I'm an easy lay but the last thing I would want to do is get into bed with a disease infested dick like yours so please stay way from me. I'm going to the washroom for a bit and I had better not find you here when I come back. Also don't steal anything, your personality is already ugly, don't add thief to the list." I demanded.

I grabbed my purse and phone before leaving the man-whore behind. His mouth was wide open with shock written all over his face.

I hated fuck boys like that who thought that their looks entitled them to every female falling at their feet. I had been avoiding relationships all my life because I wanted something real. I wanted a man who looked at me with love not lust, someone who didn't care that I had millions in my bank account. That if I lost everything he would still love me. I wanted a man who would treat me like a queen not with gifts and money because I had all that but with respect, adoration and love. That was all a dream because as soon as people knew who I was and how much I was worth they became money hungry wanting my money and fame not me.

When I got out of the bathroom I decided to go outside for some fresh air. I didn't want to risk running into that walking STD again so I went downstairs and left through the side door. I had only been at the club for an hour so I had thirty more minutes then I could call George to pick me up.

As soon as I was outside, I took in a fresh breath of air and allowed my ears to adjust to the quieter environment. I was still standing outside the door when someone pushed it open with so much force it knocked me down making me land on my hands and knees on hard gravel. The pain registered a few seconds after I landed and it was not a good feeling.

"Shit are you okay?" A deep voice asked me.

I wanted to get up from the position I was in but I couldn't feel my legs and I my hands were bleeding.

"Do I look okay to you?!" I snapped the pain getting to me.

"Sorry that was stupid of me to ask." He replied.

"No shit Sherlock. Now will you help me or not?!" I asked him.

I had not seen him so I hoped he wasn't a pervert or anything like that.

"Oh yeah right." He responded.

I felt a large arm snake itself around my waist before I was lifted up into a very hard chest. He set me on my feet before helping me sit on one of the stone decorations outside.

"I'm sorry I didn't know there would be someone standing outside the door." He apologized.

I assessed my injuries and both my palms were bleeding but my knees were only scraped. It could have been worse but the pain was excruciating.

"It's my fault too. I should have moved." I replied before looking up at the guy who had caused me pain.

The moment my gaze locked on him I felt all the breath leave my body. The mountain of a man standing before me was the literal definition of Perfection. He was definitely over six feet tall with broad shoulders and machine guns for arms and thighs. He was very handsome with dark skin, short hair shaved into a fade and a neatly trimmed bushy beard. He was dressed in all black, a T-shirt with the clubs logo that hugged him in all the right places, jeans and combat boots. He looked like a bouncer with the face of an angel.

"I'll go get the first aid kit." He excused himself before leaving.

I almost pleaded with him not to leave but I knew I had to treat my wounds and he would be back soon. I didn't know if he was real or not. Maybe I had hit my head when I fell and hadn't realized it. But whatever it was I honestly didn't care as long as I could get that man close to me again. I could still feel his strong arms wrapped around my waist. Damn I was a goner yet I didn't even know his name. I would find out soon enough though when he got back.

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