Chapter 51 STRIP STRIP!!
"What did you do to him?” Nelly asked, and a smile curved Giselle’s lips.
“I took care of him. Don’t worry, no one will hear of him again,” she muttered, sipping her pink lemonade and licking her lips at the sweetness.
Her gaze drifted back to the crowd, watching everyone exchange pleasantries. This wasn’t how she imagined his party would be.
“Boring, I would say,” she muttered, turning to Nelly as if asking her to agree. But Nelly was enjoying every bit of it.
Aaron’s party was fire, the lit disco ball, the bikini theme, everything. She had expected a classic billionaire-rich vibe, but instead it felt like a playboy billionaire’s party.
“Are you even listening?” Giselle asked.
Nelly froze, clamping her lips together. To be honest, Giselle was scary. She could kill a man without blinking, so Nelly wanted to be careful how she replied.
“Yes… it’s off,” Nelly muttered.
Giselle sneered. “Stop trying to get on my good side by lying. Betrayal is written all over your face,” she said, sipping her drink again.
Nelly bit her tongue. Giselle really knew how to throw degrading words.
“To be honest, why were you even invited?” Giselle asked, turning fully to Nelly.
Nelly stiffened. “I asked Aaron myself. We’re equals! Besides, I messaged him about hanging out!” she snapped.
A mocking sneer escaped Giselle’s lips. “Equals? You don’t have that. Come on, I’m an actress, and you’re just…” She paused as Nelly’s gaze dimmed. “…a commoner.”
She stood up. “My status matters. Standing next to you might stain it.”
Her smile widened as she walked away.
Nelly’s dark gaze burned into her back, as if she wanted to tear her scalp off.
“You hate her too, right?” Cash said.
Nelly’s gaze brightened, fake smile of course “Of course not. She’s right,” she replied obliviously.
Cash cackled, then her laugh turned sour.
“You still believe that?”
Nelly flashed a wider smile.
“Don’t get on her bad side. She has boss backing her,” Cash muttered before walking off.
Nelly licked her lips, but her gaze darkened as Cash’s words sank in. Giselle used her, made her feel inferior. She hated it. Every bit of the pretense, the lies.
“I deserve respect too,” she whispered, her fists clenched.
From the balcony, Erica stared down, sipping her lemon cocktail. She was better now, she has recovered.
Her lashes fluttered as her gaze landed on Giselle, Carter… and Nelly. Aaron had told her about everyone involved. She once thought only Giselle and Carter were responsible, now she knew others helped too.
“Hm. Competition,” she muttered with a laugh. “Even as friends, it’s etched into their skin.”
“Miss, what are you planning tonight?” Nine asked.
Erica’s smile widened. “Let’s enjoy the show for now.”
Nine furrowed her brow, worry flashing across her face.
“Do you have a surprise gift for Giselle?” she asked.
Erica turned to her, pupils glistening with mischief. Nine sighed.
“Your eyes look reddish. The lenses must be uncomfortable,” Nine said, reaching out.
Erica stepped back.
“It’s irritation. That damn Aaron made me stay at his place during treatment. I couldn’t let him see my real eyes, so I kept them on longer than usual.”
“That asshole,” Erica cursed under her breath.
A clap echoed.
“What a nice name, Little Bee,” Aaron said from behind, smirking.
Erica’s smile deepened. “I think scumbag suits you better.”
He chuckled. “I love it. Better 'Daddy' would roll off your tongue smoother.”
His eyes devoured her from head to toe. She licked her lips unconsciously.
“Your eyes would look sexy pulled out,” she muttered.
He clapped again. “To be carved by you… what a pleasure.”
Erica’s lips twitched. Who knew Aaron would grow into a rizz mafia, turning heads while hiding behind billions and masks?
“Hm,” she hummed, turning to Nine. “Watch them closely.”
Nine walked off, casting Erica a cautious look.
Aaron stopped Nine, gripping her arm lightly. Erica shifted her heels, but not in worry.
“How’s Ruby?” he asked.
“She’s fine. Eating well. She keeps asking about you and Miss… and if you’re a couple,” Nine added.
Erica rolled her eyes. “She reads too many novels.”
Aaron’s smile widened, for reasons that nearly made Erica choke on her drink.
“She might be right. The future will tell,” he said, his eyes locked on Erica.
He noticed how much Erica sounded like Celina. The voice. The eyes. He wanted those contact lenses off Erica.
The moment broke.... as all attention turned to him, lights flashing.
“Please, Aaron, come down,” the host called.
His eyes darkened. Another disturbance, yet he fromed a sour smile.
“I’m needed,” he whispered to Erica. “Don’t wait too long for me.”
She read his lips, she bit into her tongue.....She laughed, though the words first love still burned in her ear.
She watched as he disappeared into the crowd.
“Strip! Strip!” the crowd chanted.
Erica froze. “What—?”
Her eyes widened. She set her glass on a tray and rushed down the stairs, stopping beside Giselle.
Giselle’s eyes devoured Aaron’s body....Erica clenched her fists. In high school, Giselle mocked Aaron, now she wanted him.
Once a whore, always a whore, Erica thought.
Giselle noticed her stare.
“Erica,” she gasped, smiling angelically.
Erica returned the smile—sharp, heavy with pressure.
“You’re here too?” Giselle said. “Wow.”
“I enjoy social parties too,” Erica whispered into her ear. “Quiet ones can be boring.”
“I was thinking the same,” Giselle replied, clinging to Nelly’s arm and slapping it harshly.
She pulled Nelly closer, her fingers circling her neck. “I did say this party was boring, didn’t I?”
“Y-yeah,” Nelly whispered.
Erica smiled. “You have taste, Giselle.”
Giselle giggled, but Erica noticed Nelly’s gaze dim.
“And you are?” Erica asked.
“N—” Nelly began, but Giselle shoved her aside.
“She’s not needed.”
Nelly’s stomach churned. She glared at Giselle, the tension was visible. And Eric sighted as Giselle cleched the hem of her bikini underwear.
“I’ll be on the rooftop,” Nelly said, walking away.
“She has a bad temper,” Giselle mocked. “She followed me around in high school. Cute, though.”
“That’s n—” Erica stopped.
Her gaze snapped to Aaron. He was changing, his shirt gone, shorts sliding down.
Everything blurred.....
His smirk was meant for h
er and the tattoos.
'I want my future boyfriend to have tattoos like this.' Her childish words echoed.
“He has the same tattoo.
........He did mean it, she was his first love!"