Tiffany
I come out of the car dealer, having sold the new Mercedes I was offered. I change my Louboutin into Hermes flats. I used to be rich, rather my father used to be rich. Unfortunately, he went bankrupt and lost most of what he had. The bitch who serves as my mother betrayed him and left with the rest of his money to remarry an old pervert. So, technically I'm not rich anymore. But it's only for a short period because I'm planning to find a rich man and marry him. Right now, I date men older than me and who give me everything I need. I'm not a whore, I'm just smart enough and I know my worth. I assume what I do. I can't stay poor, I don't want to be poor. I was born with a golden spoon, and I don't intend for that to change.I arrive at the university and head to my classroom. I sit in the back row. By becoming poor, I have lost the so-called friends I had. I'm not going to say I don't deserve it because I was always a bad person, a bad friend, a bitch. I was the Queen Bee in high school, cheerleader, hair done right, nails done right, designer bags. I terrorized everyone and had no mercy on anyone who dared to stand in my way. I know I destroyed many people in the process even though I was just trying to protect myself. Do I regret what I did? Maybe, but I would do it again if I had to. Anyway, I haven't changed, and I don't intend to, especially if I want to go back to the world of rich persons.My marketing class ends, and I meet the only friend I have left.- "hello Kyle", I greet him with a kiss- "Hi doll, always so sexy", he compliments me while staring at my redone chest- "stop that. It was a mistake last time."I really wish that was the case.- "if you say so. Anyway, do you want to go with me tonight to a gala dinner?", he asks meDamn! He knows how to cheer me up.- "of course, sweetheart"- "for the whole evening, not for you to fucking stand me up as soon as you spot an old rich guy", he adds- "what?", I ask with an offended look. "Of course, I'm not going to stand you up", I lie with a wide smile.- "you should stop what you're doing Tiffany, you'll fucking regret it one day."- "you're just jealous Kyle. And don't be a hypocrite, you don't want me to sleep with other people, but you don't mind if I open my thighs for you even though you know I'm just using you to get what I want", I tell him unfiltered and I instantly regret it.However, I don't apologize because I'm Tiffany Quinn, I never apologize.He walks away without responding to me. I would like to say that it is the first time I treat him like that, but it isn't. Despite me being a bitch, he still stands by me, supports me and forgives me every time. If only I could change, if only I could be a good person, the kind of person he would like me to be.I go home and check my bank account. I close the application. I intend to double that amount by next week and to do that, I need to find a good date tonight. I dress in a short dress that leaves little to the imagination. In front of my mirror, I look like a doll. Unfortunately, I'm rotten inside. I study a little bit while waiting for Kyle to pick me up.Minutes turn into hours, I send him a message telling him that I'm waiting for him, but I get no answer. I finally call him, but he declines my call. I guess I went too far this morning. But I never give up. I'm already dressed anyway; I might as well go hunting.I arrive in front of a bar frequented by rich men. I sit at the bar, to better spot and be spotted. Unfortunately, I give up quickly and start drinking because I don't have the heart for it. I may have just lost the only friend I had left, and I am too proud to ask for his forgiveness. A man in his late thirties approaches me.- "I'm not a whore. Go look somewhere else", I tell him.- "I'm not interested in whores", he replies, sitting down on the stool next to me. "What is a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?"- "and what is a married man doing in this place, and especially talking to a girl like me?", I ask him, looking at him for the first time.All I have to do is look at his jeans to know he's rich. I decide to change my game. I'm not going to lose this opportunity because of fucking Kyle. He's not bad looking. His eyes are dark, and he's well-built despite his age.- "touché", he says with a wide smile that shows off his falsetto- "you buy me a drink?", I ask him- "and what do I get in return?"- "whatever you want, unknown", I respond to him with a very honeyed smileHe executes and orders us some drinks.- "what's your name?", he asks me- "Amelia", I lie- "try again with your real name."- "Tiffany and you?"- "James, nice to meet you Tiffany."- "one thing before anything, I don't sleep with married men."- "even if you don't believe me, I'm separated from my wife", he responds, and I believe him.Maybe it's just an excuse to get a clear conscience. Whatever, I don't care if he's lying about his wife. We leave the bar and head for the hotel next door.