THIRST

PROLOGUE

Location:California, Los Angeles airport.

Time: 1:58 pm

The screeching sounds of an airplane wheels on the bare airport road could be heard. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to California. The time is 1:28pm and the temperature is 28 degrees Celsius....

The door of the plane opened and a tall masculine figure stepped on the pouch. He looked sinfully hot in the blue denim jeans underneath a black leather jacket along with the dark sun shade he wore which made him extra sexy. Small rings lined up his ears and lips. Brandon finally manage to swallow the lump that had hung on his throat for hours ever since he'd stood there waiting patiently for his boss' son arrival. The business mogul, Richard dawson had ordered him to pick up his son.

As they say, time is precious but He didn't think anybody in the whole of LA won't be willing to sacrifice their time for this sexy figure. many times on many occasions he'd witnessed the way girls fight their ways into the Dawson's mansion just to see him. Of course who wouldn't fight to be close to the latter, drey Dawson. A tall popular athlete with Blue hypnotic eyes and wash body abs. right from when he was born and he became a baby model down to high school till now even at twenty two drey never cease to be the talk of the town, even Brandon can't seem to take his eyes off him as he walked towards him and received his luggages

"Welcome back mister Dawson" He said.

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THE DAWSON'S MANSION.

The interior decor of the Dawson's mansion is a good sight to behold. Soft music played in the background, cutleries clanking against one another and people cheered as dinner went on in the huge house. Although it was his welcome party but drey hated parties with his father's friends, most were families and the others are just the lousy business men and women. His phone beeped revealing incoming messages from his friends, Chad, Austin,Linda and Carrie. They'd been friends from high school and being the rich kids they'd somehow gotten into the same university together by the power of their parents.

'Hey man, heard you dropped in back from Russia." Chad's message was the first to pop into the group chat.

"Really? How come it's not on the news or could all LA girls have gone on break?" Linda said leaving a laughing emoji.

"Guys. He's drey Dawson remember? He's capable." Carrie chipped in "So.... when's the party?"

"I bet there's one ongoing in the Dawson's. For business partners. Who's in?" Austin jeered.

"Ew ..not me".

"Me neither!"

"Let's meet in the frat house". He finally typed, chuckling as he shoved his phone aside and brought his cup filled with whiskey to his lips almost spilling its content when he felt a hand on his head.

"Drey, why don't you give us a little details about your holiday in Russia,child?" Catherine said as she rubbed her stepson's hair like like it was some dog fur. Even though Catherine knew drey never liked her from the very onset she got married to his father, she'd always taken him as a child of her own yet he never seems to care. He has this menacing glare no one could decipher.

"And how does my holiday have any business to do with you" he replied blatantly, his deep voice laced with sarcasm.

Richard creased his brow in disapproval. "That's no way to talk to your mother...."

"Point of correction. stepmother" he cut him out.

"You!!!!...." His father raged as he his slammed his cup on the table. For a moment the hall became silent like a grave yard. The music tuned on slowly as the guests watch the heat moment of the father and child. Of course they know who Mr Dawson's son is, drey is not someone who could be messed with, so they could only glance shortly and continue their business which was the party they came for.

"Haha..." Mrs Dawson feigned laughter to dissolve the already tensed air. "Well..You know our son doesn't like talking while in the mist of crowds. Right honey?" She said glancing at her stepson who only rolled his eyes and ignored her. Gosh he hated this woman so much. Why can't she just mind her business.

"Wow.... your son has grown so much from the last time we saw him." One of Mr Dawson's business partners and best friend, Xavier balowe spoke up.

"Yes I also heard he's been attending the Stanford university you invested in." Another man spoke up.

Mr Dawson nodded his head in agreement "We decided that may be the best decision since LA's where he grew up."

"That's where my daughter is also obtaining a degree, such a coincidence!!!". Xavier clapped his hands when suddenly a female voice called out to them.

"Dad!!"

They all turned towards a feminine figure few steps away. She looked dazzling beautiful in a black dinner gown with heel shoes, her red hair cascaded gently down her shoulders, her pink glossy lips widened in smile as she walked towards them and hugged Xavier.

"This is my daughter, Beverley". Xavier smiled as he brought his daughter to the spotlight.

"She beautiful." They all proclaimed.

Drey who had been playing with the rim of his glass cup suddenly looked up at the girl as they lock eyes. Yes he'd slept with many girls. Blondes, black, white,slim, fat....just name it. But he didn't forget her. The red haired girl. She's been one among the few people he remembered. The girl right in his front who his father's friend claimed to be his daughter. She was his girlfriend in high school. Of course they weren't innocent, he'd slept with her. Not once and not twice. They had it in the classroom, in the locker room even the female toilet. Until they'd graduated and parted ways like they never met. Now she happens to be the daughter to his father's business partner. ' What a small world ' he scoffed gulping his last sip as he stood up and slipped out like the party was never for his sake in the first place. First He needed the restroom to relieve himself then he'd make his way to his bedroom. All his father cares was business, no one cared about how tired he was as a result of the hectic flight he had from Russia down to California....

The sounds of heels clicking quickly on the tiled corridor and a female voice echoed down the corridor which stopped him in his tracks."Don't act like you don't know me drey Dawson"

Drey turned as he scrutinized the slender figure who'd interrupted her father with her presence earlier . She couldn't have followed him here could she? Just because she's now connected to his family doesn't mean she could trail him around. High school days are over now. That reminds him. He needed to call Brandon and ask him if his house was ready. Last time they'd partied in it and refuse to clear up. He sure hates staying amongst those hostel freaks but first of all he need to take care of this b***h in his front. What exactly could she want.

"What do you want?" He said unbuttoning the first button on his collar shirt revealing his full well tanned collar bone.

"What do you think I want drey?" She threw the question back at him.

"you're a daddy's girl. Get anything you want from you father. don't barge into people's house like that. You're not a puppy". He smirk and was about to walk away when he realized her heels clicking again behind him. She's was following him.

"Look, I'm not one of the numerous girls you can dump. why do you think I followed my father here when the party is not even for youngsters like me." Beverley said walking towards him. Things had turned out differently when they'd parted ways in high school and she can't seem to wipe their memories away. When she leapt into her car and tailed her father here.

"We were kids then" Drey pint pointed, his voice laced with laughter as he watched her. Girls looking everywhere around for him . This is not new to him. he'd managed to use his father's private airport and jet to avoid anybody tailing him back to California which had somehow worked.

"I want you. We can go back to how we lived before, you can have me all you want." She whispered in his ears Suddenly Hovering around him like a mice stuck to a tree.

Beverley did not stop. her well manicured hands landed on his chest doing the rest of the buttons as his shirt came free while she sucked his earlobes sexily. "Just tell me you don't want me. Tell me all the experience we had in our high school was bullshit." She whispered at the same time running her hands around his chest.

Gosh this b***h is so good with this!! He thought. It's been long he felt this way. Well not too long since he managed to have a round with one of the Russia girls few nights ago. And the b***h had screamed his name like some sort of human calling upon their Greek god.