I sat in the back of the limo with Pam as we made our way through the city and to the gala. I am so glad this thing is finally here which means eventually it will finally be over. I love Sarah to death and would do anything for her, this proves that. I don't want to do this, it's just not me. I'll show up and support something, as long as there are cameras, and I'll even lend my name to something but being so hands on is just not my cup of tea. I played with the pearls around my neck as I stared out the window. Pearls, I can't believe I let Sarah talk me into pearls. They're so grandma CHIQUE I could die. I've never looked like this before, I'm going to be laughed off the runways around the world. The dress is some kind of 50s style and the only good thing about it is that it does make nice cleavage. I'm just going to have to call a lot of attention to my breasts.
"You look great." I looked up at Pam, I guess the anxiety this dress is bringing me is plastered all over my face. I don't want to do this, there are no words to express how much I don't want to do this. I would rather get high, have sex and crawl in bed not to wake up until all this stuff was over.
"We're here." I could see the lights flashing as we inched forward waiting for my turn to make my grand entrance. I haven't talked to Steven today, just a message through Martie about another event I'm required to attend. At least it was going to be in Las Vegas. I loved Las Vegas, it was like an adult's playground. Everything was so much more there and the attitude was whatever happened there stayed there. Sin City can not begin to describe the vibe that place gives off, it's a party every night and it never disappoints. The car came to a stop and the door opened, I took a deep breath and put on my fake smile before I even saw the first camera. As I placed my hand in some fat slob's sweaty hand that was going to help me out of the car I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a night that I wanted to remember.
I was behind the scenes with Sarah who was running around like she had lost her mind. If she were the type I would have given her a little coke to calm her nerves. In fact, that sounds like a good idea, she has me so on edge I need something my damn self. I walked in the bathroom and made sure I was alone before I locked the door and walked over to the sink. I grabbed my little mirror out of my purse, which I used for this sole purpose, and poured some of the coke out. I used the keycard to my hotel room to make my lines and quickly snorted the first line. This is going to help me make it through the night. I know what I can and can't handle when it comes to my drugs. Which is why no one knows that I do drugs. You have to know how to handle them, you have to be stronger than the drug itself. Someone tried to open the bathroom door and I made my second line disappear and threw everything into my purse.
"Yeah, just a minute." I ran my fingers over my nose as I walked over to open the door to see Sarah and her friend Rachel or whoever she was. Sarah frowned at me slightly,
"Why is the door locked? Are you ok? Are you sick?" Thanks for the out Sarah,
"My stomach is just a little queasy." I lied as I looked in the mirror to make sure there was no evidence of my activities on my face.
"Oh God Brehan, please don't get sick on me, please." I sighed,
"I'm fine Sarah, go shit bricks in the toilet ok?" She shook her head and pointed at her friend,
"You remember Rebecca." Rebecca, I really thought the broad's name was Rachel. She nodded and smiled at me,
"Hi Brehan, it's been a while." I nodded and returned a fake smile,
"Yeah, it has." So long that I don't remember where the hell I met you and when. I was effectively closed out of the conversation as she pulled Sarah over to the couch,
"Ok, so tell me all about Nick." Nick, I forgot all about him. I watched as a smile magically appeared on Sarah's face causing the look of worry to disappear,
"He's just a total sweetheart. He's worried no one is going to bid on him." They both awed and put on puppy dog faces and I wanted to hurl. I wonder where he is. I haven't even talked to him since last night after the club. You would think he would be calling me and thanking me for hooking him up with Sarah. I mean, I don't know how she is in the sack but she's a definite step up from that plain Jane Collie chick.
"I'm need to make a phone call. I'll see you out there Sare." She barely acknowledged that I was leaving as she was so into her conversation about Nick with Rebecca. I can not wait for this night to be over.
I'm tired of all this mingling, fake laughing and boring conversation. I've already been back into the bathroom and coked up again hoping that it can help me make it through this thing. I locked eyes with a nice looking guy and watched him grab two glasses of champagne and walk towards me, never once breaking eye contact with me. I didn't let on there was any interest on my part as he offered me a glass,
"Hi, my name is Doug. You look great." I took the glass, making sure to run my fingernails over his skin,
"Thank you. I'm Brehan." He nodded as he looked at me from head to toe, noticeably pausing at my chest,
"I know who you are. Ever since I found out you were going to be here I've been quite anxious to meet you." The tux was sharp, the shoes were immaculate and the jewelry was tasteful,
"Oh really and why is that?" He leaned in close to me, so close I could feel his breath in my ear,
"The sooner we meet, the sooner we go out." I put a little distance between us as I stepped back and looked at him, trying to gauge if he was serious or not. Confidence, it's so damn sexy to me, I can't resist it even if I wanted to and right now I definitely don't want to,
"What makes you think I would want to go out with you? He smiled and shook his head,
"Let's not play games." Yeah, I definitely don't want to resist right now,
"What do you do Doug?" He took a sip before answering me, leaving me to wait on him,
"Oh, just boring business stuff. Nothing you would be interested in but the bottom line is I'm very successful at it." Very successful can only mean a lot of money and that made me very happy. He ran his hand over one of my big curls, the hairstyle went along with the dress,
"Now, this isn't you. You're more of a wild child, someone who likes to have a good time. You look all stuffy in this get-up." I can't figure out how he could possibly know anything like that about me, I've barely said anything. And what made me more curious was that he was right,
"And how do you know what kind of person I am? We just met." He smiled,
"When I found out you were coming I did a little research." This was getting fun,
"Why did you do a little research on me? And more importantly, what did you find out?" His fingertip traced along my pearl necklace and came dangerously close to the curve of my breast,
"I always research things I am interested in getting. And what I found out? Well, I found out you aren't as good a girl as you let on."
Chapter 83 contd
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