HIS DEEPEST DESIRE
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I was arranged to marry the most powerful and ruthless billionaire 'Giovanni Reeves. I should have expected that my life would be a rollercoaster and filled with drama. People call me Royalty Dewitt, the only daughter of the famous Patrick Dewitt. I had just recently graduated from college and wanted to make a name for myself but my life was turned upside down when I agreed to marry Giovanni Reeves who I find cocky and arrogant. The fact that we are polar opposite and that he irritates me most of the time made us the most messed up newly Weds What I thought was the beginning of our story was just a lie, after all our story started a long time ago. I have always been His Deepest Desire.
I couldn't be happier that it was my last day of college. Without a doubt, I have liked my time here, but I am prepared to move on to another aspect of my life. I'm currently getting ready in my apartment room to go to a brand-new club that just opened with my best friend and roommate, Victoria. Currently, we are attempting to choose an outfit for me.
“ What do you think of this one, Roy?” Vicky emerged from the wardrobe carrying a stunning black short jumpsuit.
“ Vicky” I remarked, gazing at it doubtfully, "I don't know, it's awfully short and definitely not my style."
“ Roy, you need to tone it down a bit. You need to go out and meet guys now that you're 21, and you can't do that if you're dressed like a nun.” she remarked. “ It will also fit you wonderfully. Just give it a try first, please”.
"Ugh... fine" I took the clothes from her as I walked into the bathroom. Though we have been friends since diaper days, I'm still not comfortable standing naked in front of her. I must say the dress was gorgeous. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was tight, ended at my mid thigh, and nicely shaped my curves.
Vicky was searching through my shoe closet when I came out of the bathroom. I neglected to mention how wealthy our parents are.
She drew out a pair of bright, high-heeled shoes and declared. "Found it.” Tossing them my way, “ I don't understand why Aunt Cara would buy you these shoes and outfits if you never wore them”. She exhales.
"You know how my mother is." I said, putting them on, and they suited me perfectly
Vicky was getting ready while I put on my makeup, which comprises of mascara and powder. When I was finished, I curled the ends of my hair and wore it down. I turned away from the mirror once I was comfortable with how I looked to see Vicky walking in with a strapless red dress. I got up from the chair to let Vicky do her makeup while I checked the time. It was 7:30pm.
“ Okay, let's go. I can't wait to have fun," she said excitedly as she got up. I must say she looked good and her makeup was on point. I picked my purse and car key. I wasn't sure if I was going to have any alcohol yet, so I called a designated driver just in case we were drunk off our ass.
We got into the club after finding an appropriate place to park. It was my first time ever going clubbing. I was only used to the dinner parties I attended because of my parents, so I didn't know what to do. It was everything I imagined it to be: loud music, drunk ass people grinding on each other. I was dragged by Vicky to the bar to get something to drink, then we moved to the dance floor, dancing for hours with no care in the world as we had fun. We decided to rest a little bit, which led us to go back to the bar to order another drink, but before we could order, someone behind us spoke.
"Hey beautiful, want to dance with me?" We both turned and saw the guy was talking to Vicky. From the looks of it, she seemed interested. She turned to look at me with a pouty face, knowing I couldn't resist.
I sighed. "Fine, you can go."
"Are you sure?" she said, her eyebrows raised, looking sceptical at me.
I said jokingly, "Yes I am, now go before I change my mind." "Alright, I will be back." I turned back to the bar to order a drink as I thought to myself, "This is going to be a long night."
I woke up exhausted after Vicky came back with the guy, Derek, who I later found out was his name. The last thing I remember was both of them trying to change my mind that I should loosen up a bit, and we ended up having a drinking challenge of some sort. I stretched my hands to the sound of my phone with my eyes half closed as I picked up the call, not bothering to check who it was.
"Hey, sweetie, How are you? "
"I'm fine, mum, and good morning.” I heard the sound of chuckling as I wondered what was funny.
"It's 2:30 in the afternoon, sweetie." I turned to the side of my bed as I looked at the wall clock to see that it was really two in the afternoon.
"Went out last night with Vicky. I'm really exhausted. " My mom and I are really close, so I tell her everything from my first crush down to my first kiss.
"I see Victoria is still the same," she laughed.
"Could you please come by later this evening? Your father and I have something to tell you. "
"Of course, no problem."
"All right, sweetie, I love you."
"Love you too." I hung up the phone and put it away, finally getting out of bed and stretching my body, walking into the bathroom to freshen up after bathing and other necessities. I walked out with a towel tied around my body and head as I walked to the closet to get a change of clothes.
I stood there for five minutes before deciding on a white t-shirt and sweats. I walked to the mirror, removing the towel from my hair as I used my hair dryer. When done, I put it up in a messy ponytail. I walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen to find Vicky sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through her phone.
"Hey, how was your night?" I asked while opening the fridge to look for what to eat.
"Ugh, I'm seriously hungover," she responded.
I asked again. I'm going over to my parents' for dinner tonight. Apparently, they have something to tell me. Do you want to come? "
I wish I could, but I already made plans with Derek for tonight. I will go visit this weekend. "
"Okay," I said as I took out the left over mac 'n' cheese from yesterday and put it in the microwave as I waited for it to heat up.
"But what do you think they want to talk about?" she asked.
I don't know, I'm kind of nervous. "I just hope his health hasn't been good lately. I just hope he's okay. I responded, feeling a little bit anxious.
"I'm sure he is, but it takes more than that to bring Uncle Patrick down." "He's one strong man," she said, standing up to give me a hug.
"Many thanks, Vicky."
"Thank you; now I have to get ready for my date."
I took out the food from the microwave as Vicky went into her room to get ready.
As I eat I couldn't help but wonder what the dinner was all about.