ZIA BIANCHI
Three blocks from the place the music is heard at the top, this will end badly, I know.
Ah, to be able to leave home I had to tie several sheets, drop them through the back window of my room and make my brother swear that when he arrived he would help me up. Perfect plan.
I'm just steps away, I put on the transparent pink gloss with sparkles that I chose. I've never been to a party, only what my old "friend" told me so I'll have to find out for myself.
As the music changes, I should give you a graphic description. There are kids drinking in the courtyard of the big house, some vomiting as if their lives depended on it and I have no choice but to enter the place, because I feel that in some way or another what is inside the house will end up liking me.
─Pretty! You came ─the boy whose name I don't know puts his arm on his shoulder and I smile uncomfortably─ my name is Xavier Lombardi, but tell me Xavi or whatever you like.
Ah, he belongs to the Lombardi, from an elite family, here we will see what will happen, I am a Bianchi, a dangerously perfect family, if he moves away he will not speak to me again. So there are two.
─I am Zia Bianchi ─he she removes her arm from her and looks directly at me with wide open eyes.
"Wow, it must be shit right?" ─I nod with a smile─ well, we don't choose our family, do we?
And for the first time she does not move away from me like many others, I like her.
─No, we definitely did not choose it.
─I agree with what Xavier said.
"Come on, I'll get you a drink and we'll toast our shitty families." I smile and nod.
***
Twelve intoxicating drinks later ...
─What is the most embarrassing thing that ...
─hipido─ have you done? ─ Xavier asks in an evident state of drunkenness
─You can't tell anyone ─I put a finger in his mouth and he nods with a smile─ once my parents, Mr. Bianchi, went to a charity party, my brother and I were left alone in the house, one thing ended in another and we ended up fucking ─me laugh.
- Was it big? He asks me and laughs, I still laugh, but we keep drinking, until my urge to go to the bathroom becomes too great.
─Xavier I'm going to the bathroom, are you waiting for me? I ask him as I stagger to my feet.
"Run, run, they're going up the stairs next to the last room in the hall to the left, I'll wait for you here." I'm leaving, I go up the stairs and I forget where the bathroom was.
I open door to door, there is no one, everything is normal, they are pure rooms, I open another and this one is different from the others.
Eros fucking with two others, Eros ... I'm seeing Eros aka: the director's son, having a threesome.
─What the fuck are you doing here, Zia? ─My name coming out of her mouth sounds so seductive.
─I ... just ... I, ─I say, stuttering and he frowns.
─You alone? What are you doing here Zia? ─I go into the room and take off the faux leather jacket I was wearing.
─Can I get into her game? ─The girls look at me with determination and Eros smiles like a cat.
─We're here, baby, we're sorry. ─Eros pushes her and I turn around.
─Zia, come on, baby ─Tomorrow I'll beat myself up, I'm not like that, I go to him and sit on the edge of the bed─ Get out.
They see me horrible, however, they quickly take his clothes and leave, I stay with him, I can see his member and I blush. He is still erect.
─What is it, Eros? ─I ask him.
─You can fuck with me whenever you want, but today won't be that night, you're drunk, I imagine your parents don't even know you're here, so I'll take you home, let's go Zia ─he puts on her clothes and we leave there.
I see Xavier and he beckons me to call him later.
It's twenty minutes of travel, it's my moment. What secrets do you keep with you Eros Russo? And why such a drastic change in your behavior?