Above is what Dee wore to the event...

"Are you excited?!" Asked Hamida through my laptop screen as we skyped.

It was currently five p.m and I had half an hour to get ready,which I was currently busy doing.

Morgan Price (my new friend) had told me the event was to start at seven and since I had told him about my love for food, he had suggested we go eat first before going to the event, since it was a formal black and white event,and he had kindly informed me that they only served small "bitings" which basically meant snacks that couldn't fill my hunger and since he didn't want to starve my beautiful self, he thought it was a good idea to have my tummy satisfied.

MORGAN PRICE ABOVE...YES ITS CHRIS HEMSWORTH!!

We had been texting non stop since we part Ways, and I got to know more about him. Like how he was the CEO of a multi billion shipping company that had been started by his grandfather, which he inherited from his father when he turned twenty. I also got to know that he was thirty years old and that despite how most billionaires were, he wasn't much into the flashy lifestyle, nor was he a player. He told me that it was probably cause he grew up and was raised by his material grandmother in her farm,back in Australia, despite being born and living in South Africa till he was ten, which was the native home of his dad and also where his parents met.

I thanked God that I had been lucky enough to not go to work that day, since one of Alex's sisters had come into town for a few days and had insisted on the kids hanging out with her the whole day.

I had received the "dress" he sent me at around noon,which turned out to be a white crop top and matching white trouser that assentuated my curves perfectly and I thanked him for choosing the "perfect" attire for me,cause I wasn't a dress person and even teased him that he'd be my stylist from that day henceforth, a role he readily accepted.

Currently, I was busy doing the final touches to my look as I skyped with Hamida and Liz, who had been super excited that I had finally gotten a chance to go out. And especially after they seen who my date was,thanks to google. Despite me telling them that we were strictly friends, they called it bull shit and told me to just go with the flow. To ward them off my back, I agreed to their suggestion even though I knew nothing would ever come out between me and Morgan.

I heard a knock on my door and only then did I notice that my thirty minutes were up.
Doing my final touches and making sure I had everything I needed in my white clutch, I bid my nosy friends goodbye and quickly got down the small flight of stairs to the door.

"Well aren't you here early!" I said opening the door just as he was about to knock again,a wide smile on my face.
He paused, a look of astonishment passing through his face as he gazed at me up and down and I felt pride swell in me at pulling off the look.
"Am glad I've left you speechless." I said smirking.
"Damn! You look amazing. I didn't think you could pull it off but then again, I do have great taste." He said,puffing his chest in pride.
"Thanks." I told him.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I added , shamelessly checking him out.
He was dressed in a black and white striped designer suit that fit his muscled body perfectly,with a white shirt and a black tie and black dress shoes. He had tied his hair up into a sexy man bun that complimented his look,making him look ten times sexier with a suit and for a moment I wondered why I had friend zoned him.

Cause of Alex...my sub conscience reminded me, ever present nag me with its stupid facts,my inner self,sitting with its legs crossed,a smug look on its face.

Shaking my head and putting my thoughts behind me, I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it before turning back to Morgan.
"Let's go then." I told him and he took my hand, entwined it with his then tugged me to his car.

He took me to this amazing restaurant that he apparently ate at when he was in Germany. It was nothing fancy. It was actually a medium sized restaurant with a romantic setting that couples came to. I had even seen it on romantic places to be at while in Germany. Don't ask how I got to that page on Google. Just know it happened.

We had a good time,chatting as we ate. We had ordered fries and chicken and two beers to go along with the food and though I wasn't a beer person, the restaurant made brew was amazing. Though it did nothing to calm my nerves which had sky rocketed immensely after learning how formal and huge the event we were going to was.
Though I should have guessed from the formal attire we had on to the chauffer ride we were taking to the event.

Morgan had noticed how intense I was and offered to give me a glass or two of champagne on the way and although the gesture was sweet,the last thing I needed was to be intoxicated and make a fool of myself in front of his important friends. So like the good girl I was,I kindly declined. Something I was going to regret doing later.

We reached the event venue thirty minutes before it began. Since the paps were going to be there taking advantage of rich and famous showcasing their money, Morgan had told the driver to go through the back for my sake. Though he wasn't a fan of them himself and he tried as much as he could to not be in the limelight. Explains why people didn't know much about him.
We got off at the back door and walked to the venue but not before I thanked the driver who I came to know as Alfonse and Morgan had told that he would call him if he needed him.

"How did you know about this route?" I asked him as we maneuvered through the busy hotel kitchen,where despite having eaten to my fill, the tantalizing aroma tempted my ever greedy appetite. My curiosity of how he knew about the hotel back pass only heightened when most of the stuff kept greeting him.
"Let's just say that a friend of mine owns this hotel." He said as we finally made it out of the steamy kitchen into the staff lobby,towards the elevators.
"Is this the same friend holding the charity event?" I asked as we waited for the elevator.
"Nope. Another one."
"How many of these "friends" do you have? And that still doesn't tell me how half the staff here knows you."
"Well,for starters, I kind of bought half the shares of the hotel chain two years ago when he was in a bad place financially..." He started as we got into the elevator.
"And you should know I have  four close friends,more like brothers really. They will actually be here. We met while studying at Oxford and lets just say we've been inseparable ever since."He replied.
"Are they going to be there?" I asked him.
"Yep. We never miss an event that one of us is throwing unless something important comes up. I'll introduce you to them when we get there."
"Don't you think I should know a bit about them just to be safe?" I asked him. I mean at least if I knew a few of the people there I wouldn't be so clueless.
"Actually that's a good idea. Since I won't be able to cover a lot on the ride up,I'll let you in on the basics. Well there's Damien, this hotel is his though he's more into the motor assembly industry. This hotel and its chains actually belonged to his family and he took over ownership of all the branches in Europe. Then there's Assad. He's an oil tycoon and lets not forget that he's also the crowned prince of a small kingdom in middle east. Then there's Dante, he's got nothing specific he invests in. Basically he buys companies then after they are back on their feet,he sells them off,but keeps thirty percent ownership. He basically has shares in almost all companies in the world. Then there's Alex. He's into the hotel industry. Basically he's a hotel mogul. The five of us have some kind of brotherhood. Kind of like an elite club of five." He explained just as the doors opened into a grand foyer tiled in black and gold polished tiles and a huge grand chandelier with diamond drops. A huge board with an arrow pointing towards the grand hall where the event was being held was placed on the left side of the foyer.

The foyer was practically empty except for the elegantly dressed men and women leaving the different elevators, heading towards the main hall. But my mind wasn't on them. I was too busy trying to process all the information Morgan had told me,my mind constantly going to the name Alex.
I was silently praying that  he was talking about a different Alex all together. But what are the odds that we both knew an Alex and one who was a hotel mogul? And to make matters worse, in the same country?

"Don't be nervous. Trust me ,you have nothing to worry about. But if you feel uncomfortable,please don't hesitate to tell me." Said Morgan,taking my silence for nerves and I smiled assuringly at him.
"Don't worry. Am not nervous,merely just thinking about what you've told me. I promise am okay." I told him,squeezing his hand that he had entwined with mine. He squeezed back before we went into the "den of the rich and famous."

We barely made it into the hall, when we were stopped by an old short man with a silver goatee, clean shaved head and a huge pot belly and his date, a young woman who looked half his age but was dressed too provocatively to be his daughter in a tight red dress that showed too much of her huge chest and a slit on both sides of her dress that almost reached her waist. She was dressed more slutty than sexy but to each her own. I wasn't about to judge her.

"Morgan! How have you been?" He exclaimed taking Morgan into a manly hug, patting his back hard and I felt both bad for his back and amused by the sight of Morgan bending to the man's height.

He had a French accent that was so thick you couldn't mistake it. I guessed that if you put that plus the money you'd be able to score a girl like her.
"I've been good. How about you?"Morgan asked.
They continued to exchange pleasantries while I stood awkwardly next to him.
I tried to smile at the girl but she sneered back at me making me roll my eyes. I mean come on! Am not after your sponsor bitch...guess that should have been a sign that this was going to be a long long night. I soon understood why the girl thought I was a threat as the old man, who i was yet to know his name,not that it would matter,turned his attention on me after he was done with Morgan.

"And who is the lovely lady in your arms tonight?" He asked,his lustful gaze wondering from my head,stopping at my boobs to my toes and I swear a shiver of disgust ran through my body.
"This is Dhahabu,my friend. Dhahabu this is Simone Macrone,a long time business partner of mine." Morgan introduced. The old man extended his hand and I reluctantly took it,plastering a fake smile as he turned my hand and placed a lingering kiss on it.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance,ma cherie." He said smiling at me.
"Same." I replied then tagged my hand out of his.
"It was nice seeing you old man." Morgan thankfully said,his hand on my lower back tugging me forward.
"Don't mind him. He's just enjoying his life while he still got time." Morgan explained.
"Don't mean he's got to be a creep." I replied which made him chuckle.
"With the way you look, I can't blame the man." Complimented Morgan and i felt my face heat up. Thank God for melanin otherwise I'd be making a fool of myself.

We hadn't walked in,stopping to greet some of Morgan's friends who were from both genders and I wasn't surprised at the looks of lust and envy I was getting.
"You seem to have a lot of admirers.." I whispered to him after we walked away from a group of women who had been trying to intimidate me with their looks and comments.
"Don't mind them." was his only reply,squeezing my hand that had once again made its way into his larger,warm hands.

"Finally! The man of the hour!" I heard a shout from across us.
It wasn't hard to find the source, which was a group of four men dressed in smart crisp suits and two women, a raven haired beauty that strangely resembled someone I knew and a blonde who was clinging in the arm of a man that strangely made my heart beat faster. Though the couple had their backs turned to us.

From Morgan's excitement, I figured those were his friends.

We made our way to the group who had smiles on their faces and were yet to see me and I was glad that I didn't have their attention.

Just before we reached the group the couple turned to look at us and my legs and heart nearly stopped as my eyes landed on the man.

Alexander Rodriguez in the flesh...

My night was officially doomed.