Everyone else seemed busy talking about something important. Even Azariah had just excused himself to go talk to an important business partner who needed to see him on something urgent. Amy looked around the hall for Ricky and Araceli, and just as she predicted, they were both engrossed in a conversation or two with other people, she waited by the corner of the fancy hall, it was near the finite champagne pyramid filled glasses. Amy felt the insane urge to go at it again but her self awareness won't let her.I mean it was free, and it wasn't like those rich fucks were going to drink it anyway but she had had many, too many to count and she was still trying to get her self under control from the last champagne spree she just had. The water she took did a great job in her system because she was now feeling mildly tipsy compared to her initial fully drunk self.But her throat and her nerves kept gravitating towards the table and that wasn't her fault. Amy had been standing here for ove

"What do I get if I win?" Amy asked, getting interested, anything to keep her out of her own mind will do. She didn't need anything else for now."Well, it's just a casual cliché game that we all know, you know the cliche 'never have I ever'?" Azariah suggested he saw her slack a little which meant her interest just dropped and he needed to do something about it. That's when he got the idea."Well to spice it up, it's going to be a game of freakiness, I believe we are both freaky enough but to whoever have done it gets to drink the champagne," Azariah filled her in and watched her slowly smile as she nodded her head to his suggestion, now she was interested."Okay okay...That's something I could do, but Be warned I might drink the whole thing," Amy said, smirking at him."Okay then, you ask first?" Azariah gave her an open ground to ask. Amy didn't really go deep in thought at first till she realized the sole essence of the game for her was to make sure she drank as many gulps that s

Numb fun...that was the goal.That was her comfort zone, serving any bond that would make her stay awake at 3am in the middle of the night regretting her entire existence. She remembers being told that her mother died of childbirth when she was born and she had to live with the thoughts that she killed her mother right from a young age. From as little as eight, she knew what unripe guilt felt like, she would cry into Mr. Liam, her supposed to be guardian and ask him why she was so unlucky every night after which she would cry immensely and tell herself she was fine.She went ahead to drop out of highschool after her highschool melt down. She had abortion complications that kept her in the hospital and she couldn't pay the bills and Peter blocked her on every platform she could assess him and further threatened her to forget his existence. She did, she forgot everything except everything he did to her. She finally got out of the hospital alive and used her school fees for her final y

"That's creepy as hell Azariah and it's your funeral," Amy dismissed.There was something about the statement he made that made her stomach drop into a pool of doubt and obscure fears. Things she hadn't addressed like what if everything they said about him was true, what if he was actually ruthless, heartless and cunning, and she was falling for the forte, the cherry facade he dished out to her on a cute platter, it made her think about her whole life again and this was one of the times where she felt she had the advantage of thinking straight before things got wild.They were in front of the Grand Finesse hotel like Araceli's hotel in the city, it looked like a building from one of the old Scottish movies she had watched. Or though it was decorated by beautiful carvings that had emotions spilled all over it and the glass turntable doors like the one she saw in the movies.The lights were golden and green, Just like the lamp outside the hotel, they were all golden lights with green g

Note: this chapter majorly contains flash on Amy's past, so you can skip it if you are not interested in Amy's character.Amy"Are you ready to blow your mind along with some smoke?..." Azariah asked as he rushed forward to face her while walking backwards, he had an excited look on his face, a little too excited."Are you sure, this is some pretty strong stuff I got from my farm? I usually deal with strong clients,'' he told me," like that was going to scare me anyway. I started taking weed right from the age of fourteen. Growing up from grass to grass, we all got allocated to the same area, the pit area in the society that was creeping and crawling with uncensored gangs, drug dealers, blowers and so much more illegal shit you could think of. Weed was some you could find anywhere like alcohol, every fuckung shop in the area dealed weed, alcohol, pills and every other illegal drug, they dealt with highly rated pills highly for specific pharmaceutical use, you could tell almost everyo