Once upon a night

"Janette! We are going to be late." "I know hold on." I should have said no, I should have politely declined the invitation and gone on my way. Common sense is not something I had at twenty years of age.I could have been happy and gone about my business but no, I wanted to go to the party and that small decision shaped the rest of my life. I was not a party animal really, I was studying design at a great university. I graduated high school at the top of my class.I really did have everything, maybe not a lot of money, but I had just landed a babysitting job. The pay was good and I had a place to stay during the week when I was not at school. I knew that between my scholarship and my job I was a little ahead of the game. I was going to work for a great company and I was going to make thousands of dollars. I had gone over to the Port residence to watch the children. They were twins and they did not really need babysitting. They were independent and only needed someone to keep them company and feed them when their parents were gone.I was their nanny and they did love me. It was my second year working for the family. Three months prior to the party, I had met William, the eldest of the family. William was 28 at the time and, besides the money his grandfather had left him, he had built an impressive wealth of his own. The man was worth billions. He was visiting for his sister's twenty-first birthday. His sister had taken a liking to me since we were close in age. I had developed a crush on William soon after meeting him. His parents had made it clear that as a friend to their daughter I was great, but people like me would never fit in with people like them.Mr. and Mrs. Port were never home their kids were lacking in the love department but even if a person loved them they would never be allowed to marry or love outside of their wealth status. I was really a glorified hired friend, they expected me to be a friend to their daughter. They, however, did not care if their daughter was a friend to me. Luckily for me, the friendship was not one-sided and Amy was a great friend. She always took me shopping, she helped me develop a better wardrobe and gave me gifts. When her parents asked, she would always answer that they were her old clothes. I knew better but that was her way of rebelling to them. I would just have yelled at my parents but I understood her. She had never faced hardship. There was no way she was going to give up her family or comfort to anyone. I got ready and made my way to the party with Amy. She was the center of attention and I ended up hanging out with the dog in the kitchen. I went to sit by the pool taking off my towel. Unlike rich people, us poor people actually enjoy pools. I debated if I should go in but decided against it. I didn't want to be the only one there. I had been working out for the past year and my body had filled and plumped in all the right places. I was feeling myself when I felt it. I had the feeling that someone was watching me. Even if I had found the culprit, it would have been in vain, swimsuits were made to show. On this particular occasion, Amy had asked everyone to wear masks because she wanted a masquerade. All I wanted was to leave every fiber of my being, was begging me to leave and not look back, but I was young and, for lack of a better word, dumb. Once the party was over, everyone got back in their nice outfits and we all piled up in the party bus, still wearing our little face cliches. I had been drinking out of boredom and was beginning to feel the tipsy feeling you get when you mix alcohol. "I recommend you pace yourself", I heard a voice behind me. He sounded equally intoxicated. "I recommend you keep your comments to yourself" I answered. I usually did not disrespect the elite. They could be cruel. No one knew who I was under the mask. "Hmm, what did I expect from anyone at this party?" He answered, closing the distance between us. "Why did you come then?" I asked, but lost my balance when the bus came to a light. I almost went flying. He caught me, he smelled delicious and somewhat familiar. But I couldn't pinpoint the scent. I was still letting myself become more intoxicated with the smell.He was holding me tight by the waist and my heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. "Thank you!" I said, grateful that he had saved me from embarrassment. "Milady!" He said, motioning me to sit in one of the empty seats. "Th-Thank you." My heart was beating a thousand miles per hour. I should have walked away and moved away from him but, I had to go and drink more, I had to dance with him all night. I just had to inhale every breeze of his scent, I had to follow him home and let him do the things I promised I would reserve for my future husband. I had to let myself be ravished by him giving him my virtue. I just had to let him take me completely and, in the process, I had to ruin the rest of my life.