Page 4 of Scandalous Games

I want to forget I have responsibilities. A future that’s uncertain and murky.

Tonight will be all about bad decisions and regrets. Letting loose and enjoying my freedom before it’s captured.

Standing at my vanity, I stare at myself in the mirror as I tie my long wavy hair into a messy bun atop my head. I free a few curls so they frame my face, giving it a sexy yet girly look. My purple lace dress leaves little to the imagination as it molds to my curves with a sweetheart neckline and ends right below my ass.

My breasts sit high and perky and I love how the dress complements them. I paint my lips in pink with matching blush on my cheekbones. Bending down, I put on my favorite pair of Versace pink high heels.

Iris—the third of our trio—always says that sometimes all a girl needs is a hot little dress to make them feel at the top of the world. She may have been right, even though I won’t ever admit it to her.

My outfit fills me with confidence and power, making me feel there’s nothing I can’t handle.

I text Rosa on my way out after grabbing my car keys, purse, and phone and take the elevator. Another perk of having a penthouse is my private elevator which saves me time. One of my biggest pet peeves is being late, and I hate it even more when I’m on the receiving end of it.

The only exception is Iris, who for the life of her can never be punctual. God knows I’ve tried. But apparently, all of the mundane shit happens to her.

Once the elevator stops at the parking lot of my building, I walk toward my BMW parked in my spot and press on the key fob until I hear the familiar beep. My heels clap on the cement with each step, which echoes loudly in the empty space.

Unlocking the door, I slide behind the wheel, connect my phone to Bluetooth, and drive into the starry night.

The low music playing in the background distracts me from drowning in my unwanted thoughts. I breathe easy once I finally reach my destination. It happens to be a tall building in one of the most expensive areas in the city.

The valet opens my door and I slide out while he waits.

“Good evening, miss.”

“Hello,” I softly greet while handing him my keys so he can park my precious car. It was the first thing I bought with my own money.

My job as an interior designer pays me well and when I got hired by one of the top firms in the country, it was the happiest day of my life. It had always been my goal ever since I could remember. I love turning a place beautiful and filling it with life. One day, I’m going to start my own company and live my dream.

“Bee.”

The sound of my nickname being called pulls me out of my reverie. My head jerks to my right and my gaze collides with Rosa’s. Her flaming red hair sparkles under the lights, making her stand out among the crowd. It matches her red lips while the rest of her is as dark as a beautiful night. Most girls are obsessed with pink but Rosa isn't.

She’s quiet and moody and has no filter.

And has a weird obsession with everything black.

We’ve been best friends since kindergarten with our families being in the same circle, and I’ve never seen her wear any other color. It fits her dark personality perfectly. She may come off as cold and a bit scary, but she has a heart of gold and is the most loyal friend anyone can have.

“You finally wore the dress,” murmurs Rosa while running her gaze over me appreciatively. A knowing look crosses her eyes before they narrow and she demands, “Something happened. Spill.”

Sometimes I hate how she can read me so easily. Still, I act nonchalant and retort, “It’s just a dress, Ro.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Shut up.”

Her lips tilt into a smirk and she warns, “I’ll let it go for now, but you’re not off the hook.”

Wow! That was too easy. Instead of relaxing, it rattles me because she’s a hound until she gets to the bottom of the truth. It’s my turn to narrow my eyes and observe her closely.

She’s dressed similarly to me in a short corset dress, except hers is, you guessed it, black. It accentuates the shape of her waist and hips in an enticing way. Rosa is lean and has curves in all the right places, which she doesn’t even have to work for despite being a foodie.

I’m one of those girls who will drink water and somehow gain weight. It’s so unfair.

My attention goes to the drink in Rosa’s hand, and I ask, “Were you here already when you texted me?”

“Yep.”

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