The Bet
1259 Words
“It is now or never,” Sabrina muttered to herself as she got off the Uber in front of the prestigious S and G Club.
She was getting married to Richard Bank the next day, and this was her last chance at being wild.
All week, she had thought about how she had been decent and kept herself from experiencing the sinful pleasures of life, hoping she’d catch up with all she had missed after getting married.
Now that she was getting married to a man who was old enough to be her father, the least she could do was go wild at least once in her life.
She deserved that much after being such a good girl all her life.
Drawing a deep breath, she adjusted her dress. The sluttiest dress she had ever worn her entire life.
It was a black spaghetti-strapped mini bodycon sequin dress with a plunging V-neck and an open back. She paired it with red ankle strap heels and a red clutch.
Her long blonde hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back, perfectly framing her face.
Sabrina barely recognized herself in the club’s glass doors as she walked toward the entrance. She had never worn anything this bold before. Her makeup was sultry— dark smoky gray eyes, a hint of shimmer on her cheeks, and deep red lips that screamed confidence, even though her heart pounded like crazy.
The bouncer at the entrance barely glanced at her before stepping aside to let her in. She wasn’t surprised. Dressed like this, she knew she looked like she belonged here.
Inside, the club was alive with flashing lights, the deep bass of the music vibrated through the floor, and the scent of alcohol and expensive cologne filled the air.
Sabrina swallowed hard. This was it. No backing out. She was going to let loose tonight and get someone of her choice to deflower her.
It was one thing to agree to marry a man of Mr Bank’s age because she didn’t have much of a choice, but she was going to be in control of this much.
She was going to choose the man to deflower her tonight.
She tried not to let her anxiety show as she strutted to the bar. Every step felt like a rebellion against the quiet, careful life she had always lived.
She was tired of being the responsible one, the good girl who sacrificed everything for her family. Tonight, she was just Sabrina— a woman who wanted to feel free, reckless, and alive.
The bartender, a muscular man with a charming smile, leaned in as she reached the counter.
“What can I get you, gorgeous?” he asked, eyeing her with clear admiration.
Sabrina hesitated. She rarely drank, but tonight was different. “Something strong,” she said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach.
She was going to need as much alcohol in her system as she could stomach if she were going to do what she had in mind.
He smirked. “I like your style.”
A minute later, he placed a glass in front of her, the amber liquid glistening under the lights. “Whiskey. No ice. Try not to break too many hearts tonight.”
She chuckled, lifting the glass to her lips. The burn was immediate, shocking her senses, but she refused to cough. She wasn’t about to let her inexperience show. Instead, she downed half the drink and let the warmth spread through her veins.
As she set the glass down, a man slid onto the stool beside her, and she took one look at the irritating, confident smirk on his face before deciding that she wasn’t interested in him.
“Hello, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as he slid into the stool beside her.
“No. I have one already.”
“You can have one more,” he said, grinning.
“If I want one more, I can afford it,” she said flatly, causing his grin to falter.
“Can I at least get to know you? I’m Rich,” he said, then chuckled. “I mean, my name is Rich, not that I am rich. But I am rich too, like wealthy,” he said with a grin that told her it was a punchline he used often.
Sabrina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m not interested in you, rich Rich,” Sabrina said, hoping he’d leave.
“Why not?” He asked, looking as though he couldn’t believe a woman could not be interested in him.
“Politely speaking, please f**k off,” she said, and before he could say more, she picked up her glass and walked away from him.
As she walked away, Rich turned to look at his two best friends, who were snickering at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, too, as he went to join them.
They had seen her walk in, and like most men in the club, she had caught all their attention. Rich had been quick to call the dibs on her while Ian and Alexander watched him.
“I knew you would fail. You should have let Alex go after her. It’s his welcome party, after all,” Ian said as Rich took his seat.
Alexander had just returned to the country after spending two years managing a new branch of his family company, and his friends had suggested they hang out to celebrate his success and return.
“Who said I failed? I think she’s not into guys. Besides, if she didn’t fall for my charms, I doubt she would spare Alex a glance,” Rich said with a smirk.
Alexander merely chuckled but said nothing as his eyes followed Sabrina, who was standing at the edge of the dance floor with an uncertain expression as though she was trying to make up her mind about whether to dance.
“What nonexistent charms are you talking about?” Ian asked with a chuckle.
“You wouldn’t know. Ask your sister,” Rich said, and Alexander laughed as Ian cursed at Rich. Before they could get into a fight, Alexander decided to step in.
“Did you at least catch her name, Charmer?” Alexander asked without taking his gaze away from Sabrina as she dismissed yet another guy.
Ian grinned. “I knew it! You’re interested in her, aren’t you?” Ian asked while Rich snorted.
“Don’t waste your time on her, Alex. She wouldn’t spare you a glance.”
Alexander raised a brow, “You think she will shun me like she shunned you?”
“She didn’t shun me. But I can assure you, she won’t spare you a glance,” Rich reiterated.
“She will,” Alexander said confidently.
“Want to put your money where your mouth is?” Rich asked, always eager to place bets.
“I’m in. Ten grand says Alex is going to get her,” Ian said, and Alex chuckled, amused by Ian’s confidence in him.
Although all three of them had been friends since elementary school, Ian and Alexander had gone to the same university, while Rich had gone to a different one because he didn’t want to major in business like them.
“Alex?” Rich asked with a grin, and Alex shrugged.
“I’m in,” Alex said as he rose to his feet, eager to find out who the beauty was.
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