It’s the life I was born to live: billionaire’s daughters, living amongst the rich & famous. But my mom kept me a secret from my dad. Until now.
I am so out of my league. Fancy parties, expensive cars, and a private school for the elite… It sounds like a dream. But everything is not as perfect as it seems on the outside. Here, the secrets are dirty, and the lies comes easy.
Welcome to my fab life.
The Fab Life Links
I am a YA/ NA author, with an addiction to NOS & Red Bull energy drinks. My guilty pleasure is the TV series The Lying Game and The Vampire Diaries. I'm 23 years old. I currently live in St Louis, with my husband of 2 years.
My palms are sweating, and my heart literally feels like it’s going to beat it’s way out of my chest. I decide that I may vomit before the night is over, but hopefully it won’t be on myself or Ty. I run my hand over the bannister was I walk down the stairs. I keep in there incase I trip, which is very possible. I try to focus on the steps and not on the fact that I’m about to go out of my first date.
Gah. I hate that word. Date. It’s too gray. I like black and white. Nothing about this night is black or white.
I count the steps as I walk down. There are exactly 32 steps from the top floor to the bottom floor. When I get to the bottom, I am forced to look up at Ty. He looks good. Really good. Dammit. He doesn’t look nervous at all. In fact he looks completely cool. Of course he’s cool. He’s probably been out on like a million dates before. Why should he be nervous?
I am relieved to see that he’s wearing jeans and a concert shirt. I didn’t underdress or overdress, and I’m glad I decided to wear jeans. I’m going to ask Toby’s advice more often.
“You look beautiful,” he says, and then hands me a bouquet of purple flowers.
Flowers = date, right?
Ugh, why does this suddenly feel awkward?
I take them from him. I have no idea what kind of flowers they are. I feel like I should know, but it’s not like I frequently get flowers from guys. “Thank you. They are beautiful.”
What am I supposed to do with the flowers? Am I supposed to take them with us? Or am I supposed to leave them here? There should a Dating for Dummies book that covers this. Maybe there is. Memo to self - look it up. I will be more prepared next time.
Next time? Calm down, Kihanna, I tell myself. Let’s get through tonight before we start thinking about a second date.
I stick my toe in the water to see how cool it is. In St. Louis, a pool in August would feel like a very warm bath, but Mountain View is a whopping seventy five degrees today. I am surprised to feel that the pool is warm.
“You’re not supposed to feel of the water before you jump in.”
The voice makes me jump. I turn around to see a guy who looks about 20 standing there. He’s not wearing a shirt, and to say he has nice abs is an understatement. I try not to stare too long, but I’m pretty sure he has a six-pack. He’s tanned, so I can tell he’s spent a lot of time outside this summer.
“Who are you?” I question.
“Brian. I’m the pool boy,” he answers. “And you must be the daughter. Kihanna, right?”
I nod. I’m still trying to avoid looking at his perfectly chiseled body. Why can’t high school boys look like that? Damn he’s hot. And from the way he’s smiling at me, I think he knows what I’m thinking. He has a nice smile.
I look him in the eyes. He has beautiful, dark brown eyes - they’re the same color as his hair. He has messy, just got out of bed hair, but it works for him.
“The pool is heated. You can swim year round,” he explains. It’s then that I realize I am still staring at him.
“Cool,” I say lamely, then jump in the pool. When I come out of the water, Brian is still standing there looking at me. “So, Brian, how often are you here?” Oh my god. My voice was flirty. What the heck? I feel my face grow warm. “I mean… I just don’t want to bother you…”
“You don’t bother me. I think things are going to be a lot more interesting around here with you around.” He winks at me, and then walks off. My heart is beating fast, and I take a deep breath trying to calm down.
I’m going to have to swim more often.
“You’re so hot, and sexy. I just… I want to lick you.”
I have no idea why, but I laugh. Hard. “You want to lick me?”
“Yeah!” Ty nods. “Can I?”
“Right here,” he answers, motioning around us. “I don’t care who sees.”
I laugh. “No. Where would you lick me at? Like on my body.”
Ty smiles. “Anywhere you want.”
Hmm… I’m liking this. “How about everywhere.”
Ty looks at me for a second. It’s then that I notice his eyes are glazed over. He gets a very serious look. “Have you been drinking?”
I nod, and put my fingers an inch apart. “Just a little bit. Like half a cup. It was so gross, but I can’t feel my fingers.” I laugh, and poke his chest. “Can you feel that? I so can’t feel it.”
“What did you drink?”
I think for a second. Crap. What did Jason call it? “T… Tequila! That’s it! It burned my throat.”
“Who gave you tequila?”
“Jason.” The ground starts moving beneath me, and I grab onto Ty’s arm. “How is the sand doing that?” I look up to see it’s not just the ground. The palm trees are moving too. “Whoa.”
“Have you ate dinner yet?”
I shake my head, and feel dizzy from the sensation. Ty grabs me to keep me from falling over. “Oops,” I laugh again. “I think… maybe… I’ve had just a little too much tequila.”
Ty puts his arm around my waist, and I lean into him as we walk.
“You smell so good.” I sniff his chest. “Is it weird that I’m smelling you?”
“I am going to feed you, put you to bed, and then kill Jason,” Ty says.
“Awe,” I pout. “But I don’t want to go to bed.”
Ty pulls me inside the house, and we go to the kitchen. He hands me a slice of pizza. “Eat.” I take the slice from him and take a bite. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and takes the lid off. “Drink.” I take a sip.
“I feel sick.” I put down the pizza. “I don’t want anymore food.”
“If you don’t eat, you will get a lot more sick,” Ty explains. He looks very angry. “I am going to fucking hurt him. I can’t believe he gave you so much tequila.”
I put my hand on Ty’s face. “You know what I like about you? Your lips. They’re so soft. And they taste so good. We should kiss more.”
Ty grins. “Oh, should we?”
I nod. “Yep!” I put my head on his chest, and he puts his arms around me. “I like it when you hold me, too. It’s the best.”
“I think I kind of like you like this.”
I giggle. Why can’t I stop laughing. “I don’t think I can feel my cheeks.” I touch my cheek, and feel nothing. The room starts spinning even faster. I’m about to fall when Ty scoops me into his arms.
“You look amazing,” I hear Gabe’s voice. I turn around, and see him standing inches from me. I take a step back.
“Thanks.” I take a good look at him. He looks good in his designer suit. He even fixed his hair. I have to admit, Gabriel is very gorgeous. If he wasn’t so overbearing I think I could like him. Maybe.
“Where is your date?” He asks.
I shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. He disappeared about ten minutes ago with Jason and Emmett.”
“His loss is my gain.” Gabriel holds out his hand for me. “May I have this dance?”
I start to say no. I should say no. But, instead, I say “Yes.” What could it hurt? It’s not even a slow song. Once he sees how bad of a dancer I am, he will gladly ditch me.
Gabe takes my hand in his and leads me out to the dance floor. I hate the butterflies that appear in my stomach when he is touching me. But I also love them. No matter how much I want to deny it, Gabriel has a part of my heart. But he can’t keep it.
Just as we step on the dance floor, the song changes.
To a slow song.
Gabe smiles mischeviously, and pulls me close to him. I put a couple of inches between us, but he pulls me closer. I should pull away, but I don’t. Our stomachs are touching, and my chest is against his.
“I don’t think you realize how beautiful you look tonight,” Gabe says. “I bet every guy in this place is envious of me right now.”
Gabe’s words are sweet. Ty has said similar things to be, but it feels different coming from Gabe. Maybe more genuine? I don’t know, but I like it.
I am in trouble.
“I’m here with Ty,” I remind him.
My words don’t affect him at all. “You say that, but where is your date? Right now, you’re mine. I intend to enjoy this moment very thoroughly.” He slides he hand down to my lower back, right above my butt. He’s teasing me, and I pretend like it isn’t effecting me. I like his hand there. Part of me wishes he would slide it further down.
I lay my head against Gabe’s chest, and listen to the steady sound of his heart. I smell his cologne, and it smells good. Though I suspect he would smell good no matter what.
Gabe leans down, kisses my cheek, and then whispers in my ear. “One day, you will be mine.”
His words should make me mad, but they don’t. Instead, my heart beats faster. My stomach feels like I’m free falling, only I’m not scared. I’m excited. Whatever this is between us feels so real.
Your boyfriend is Ty, I remind myself.
I choose not to reply to Gabe’s comment. I just let him hold me close as we dance. I try not to think. I just want to feel. I know it’s wrong, but after this dance I will go find Ty. I will forget this ever happened. I can’t fall for Gabe. As bad as Ty thinks he is for me, Gabriel is that much worse. He not only has the ability to break my heart, but to rip it into so many shreds that I may never find all the pieces.
“I wish I would have went after you first,” he whispers again. “You should be mine. It isn’t fair.”
“We don’t always get what we want.” I say it more for me than for him.
“I know that you don’t want him,” he replies. “I see the way you look at me, and I see the way you look at him. You belong with me, Kihanna.”
“Maybe so, but I am with him. Not you.”
“You could be.”I take a step back. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”