Chapter1:Arianna
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“I f*****g got in !”
My scream echoed through my bedroom .
For about three seconds , I stood frozen staring at my phone ….
Trying to figure out if my eyes were deceiving me .
Then I screamed again.
“I actually got INNNNNNN!”
I jumped onto my bed so hard that all of my pillows flew onto the floor.
My heart was beating so fast that I could barely breathe.
The email was still open .
“Congratulations, Arianna Sinclair.”
I covered my mouth with one hand .
“We are pleased to inform you that your transfer application to St. Clair’s University has been approved.”
I laughed so hard that tears dropped down my face.
I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s finally happening .
I was going to St.Clair’s.
One of the most prestigious universities in the country .
A school packed with people from wealthy and influential backgrounds. Elites.
I dropped onto my bed and pressed my phone against my chest.
My fingers were moving before I could stop myself .
I was already calling my best friend, Camille.
She didn’t answer.
I called again .
Camille Beaumont had exactly five seconds before I started calling every member of her family.
On the third call she finally picked up .
“Arianna! What the f**k do you want from me ?! It’s 1am, for Christ sake .”
“That doesn’t matter”
I squealed in excitement.
“Then what matters ?”
“I got in !” I smiled so hard .
“Shut up!” She screamed in disbelief.
“I’m serious as f**k ! I really got in .”
We both screamed in synchronized excitement.
I sat down again pulling the phone away from my ear.
“Oh my God!” Camille shouted . “Oh my God , you are actually coming to St.Clair’s !”
“I know ,right?” I giggled.
“So you are moving in with me right ?”
I blinked .
“Moving in with you? What happened to your roommate ?”
“She got an opportunity to intern for a famous designer brand in Paris .”
“Apparently she would be staying there for the rest of the semester.”
“Wait , Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
My mouth fell open .
“So you are telling me , we can be roomies ?”
I screamed high pitched .
“I can’t f*****g wait! I’m so excited.”
“So am I bestie… I’ll talk to you later”
Camille went quiet for some seconds .
“You know who else goes to St. Clair’s?”
I knew exactly what she meant .
“Don’t start, Camille!”
She laughed .
“Luca Valmontttt!”
I fell backward onto my bed .
“I hate youuuuu!”
She almost died of laughter.
“I love you too b***h !”
“f**k off!”
I ended the call.
I had known Luca for years.
Long enough to know his favorite brand of whiskey.
Long enough to know what he looked like when he wanted something.
And unfortunately for me , I had spent most of those years hopelessly in love with him.
The problem?
Luca had absolutely no idea .
Or at least . That’s what I thought.
The next day I ran down to inform my family at the breakfast table.
“I got into St.Clair’s!” I exclaimed.
“What!?”
My dad jumped to his feet.
“I actually did!”
“I’m so proud of you princess.”
My dad hugged me tight.
I was my daddy’s little princess .. he’d do anything for me .
“You deserve a gift . You can have my card , Get anything you want.”
“Thank you , daddy .”
*****
Three weeks later , I hopped out of my Rolls Royce and stood outside St.Clair’s University with my sunglasses resting on top my head .
The campus looked just like the pictures, I was quite impressed.
Massive stone buildings stood beneath a bright blue sky, surrounded by perfectly maintained lawns and tall trees.
Students moved around in small groups , laughing and talking .
A black sports car drove past me .
Then another .
Yep.
Definitely St.Clair’s.
“Hey aren’t you Arianna Sinclair ?!”
A student asked me .
“Yh I am .”
“Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan of you and your fashion style, can I have a pic with you?”
“Of course!”
I posed for a picture with her . And she walked away after thanking me .
I barely had enough time to turn around before someone crashed into me.
I laughed as Camille threw her hands around my neck.
“You are trying to kill me.” I gasped.
“I missed you !”
“I missed you too!”
“Let’s get you settled in… we have a party to attend tonight .”
Camille still hadn’t changed.
My driver assisted in moving my bags , so did Camille .
In no time , I was settled in our private suite .
“Look at this ! Roman will be attending this party, he is so hot !”
Camille handed me her phone .
Luca’s older stepbrother.
The two of them looked nothing alike.
Roman was Roman.
Tall.
Broad-Shouldered.
Grey-eyed.
Intimidating.
And completely impossible to read.
“Why is he coming though?” I asked.
“Because he is the life of the party , and every party he attends always hits”
“Hmm”
That was all I said .
We got dolled up and headed out to the party .
It was a full house party.
Cars were parked everywhere.
I went in and the first person I saw was Roman Valmont.
Camille walked away leaving me on my own .
He had changed a lot since the last time we met.
I totally understood why all the girls seemed to lose their minds around him .
He stood near the bar , towering over almost everyone around him.
But I weirdly caught his eye on me.
I cut eye contact with him and went in search of a drink.
“Is that the almighty Ari?!” I turned around and it was Luca .
Out of excitement I gave him a hug .
“You look hot … it’s good to see you here “
“Thanks! You look good too”
Just as he was about to say something
He received a text.
“Umm… I have something to do . I’ll be back soon.”
He walked away into the shadows .
After dancing with a bunch of strangers and having sudden conversations with people.
I realized it’s been over 30minutes .
Camille was nowhere to be found .
Luca was nowhere to be found either.
Neither was Roman .
I left the dance floor in search of Camille .
After searching the whole ground floor I moved upstairs .
I walked down the hallway quietly.
Just when the music stopped .
A breathless moan slipped through the air .
“Yes right there.” It sounded quite familiar.
My body froze.
“f**k ! You’re incredible !”
Out of curiosity I went closer .
The door was slightly open.
I pushed it open slowly and quietly .
And to my surprise I saw
Luca thrusting deep into my best-
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