Chapter 4
Who the fuck was this lecherous asshole?
With his creepy smirk and filthy actions...did girls fall for this? I was so uncomfortable with his constant staring and now this fake Barbie on his lap and him fondling her like a blow-up doll. Geez, yuck, but if not for his horrendous actions, he looked handsome. When I walked in, he caught my eye, and that didn't happen very often; actually, it didn't happen ever!!! He wore a dark pinstripe Hugo Boss custom suit, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt were open like he had come straight from a meeting. His flashy ( read Gaudy) Patek Philipe watch was screaming new money.
I was more of a Vacheron Condtantin Kindda girl. I couldn't shake the feeling I knew him. Did he know me? All about me? The thought made me sweat, and I took off my sweatshirt....Big fucking mistake....His eyes became dark with lust, and he kept licking his lips like I was his prey; this sent a shiver down my spine...
Excitement fluttered in my belly....what the hell was wrong with me...." get it together, Amara," I scolded myself. This was so new for me; I didn't have guys falling to my feet, and even if they did, I would trip over them, not knowing what to do because Trust didn't come easy to me, and I was out to prove myself, and that was my only focus. I would be the only 24-year-old in the Bahamas without sex on her mind, the only 24-year-old Virgin.
Eva and Arman had done it already, even though Arman's mom had warned him against" sullying her honor'... Eva's mother, however, was the definition of a cool mom; she had let Eva decide for herself; you know my body, my rules, but let's not throw the baby out with the bath water... No one was encouraging promiscuity...not that it was a bad thing... it was bad in this part of society. It's not like I've never kissed a guy; I'm no Drew Barrymore... even though we have a similar smile, my lips were more like Priyanka Chopra, but my dimples were my own. That's where the similarities ended.
The announcement for boarding jerked me out of my thoughts, and I headed toward the gate, ready to forget about this somewhat unsavory encounter. I reached the gate and realized life hated me no and always has, and a prime example was Mr creep and Miss Barbie were standing in the first-class line to board the same flight. F.M.L!!!!!!!!!